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UhOh, folks. The games are beginning for the eve of April Fool's Day.

Here is a song my mom sang to me:


Red Wing

There once was an Indian maid,
A shy little prairie maid,
Who sang a lay, a love song gay,
As on the plain she'd while away the day;

She loved a warrior bold,
This shy little maid of old,
But brave and gay, he rode one day
To battle far away.

Now, the moon shines tonight on pretty Red Wing
The breeze is sighing, the night bird's crying,
For afar 'neath his star her brave is sleeping,
While Red Wimg's weeping her heart away.

She watched for him day and night,
She kept all the campfires bright,
And under the sky, each night she would lie,
And dream about his coming by and by;

But when all the braves returned,
The heart of Red Wing yearned,
For far, far away, her warrior gay,
Fell bravely in the fray.

Wow Letty that's very moving.

Since there's so much talk about the war going on at a2k I've decided to post a song I first heard about a year ago.

Ordena - Golubye Berety

Here's the song in the original Russian for anyone else that understands the language.

Мне старушка одна
На вокзале поохав сказала:
"Как не стыдно сынок,
Жизнь свою начинаешь с обмана.
Где-то орден купил,
Нацепил, и похвалишся людям,
Сам такой молодой -
Да только совести грамма не будет.

Весь такой загорелый -
Видно с отдыха с жаркого юга,
Там на папины деньги
Гулял, веселился бездумно.
Ты сними не позорь,
Не позорь фронтовые седины,
Что ты знаешь сынок
О войне - ничегошеньки милый./"

Что ответить старушке седой,
Не обидеть бы старость.
А слова оправданий не лезут,
Как будьто-бы в тягость.
Только орден рукою прикрыл,
Чтоб обидой не пачкать,
И вдруг вспомнил афганское небо,
Наше небо прозрачное.

Я бы мог рассказать той старушке
Как плакали горы,
Как снега вдруг краснели
От яркой рябиновой крови.
И как быстрые реки
Топили последние крики.
И как небо швыряло
На землю горящие Миги.

А еще расскажу,
Как врывается горе в квартиры,
Как безумную мать
Не могли оторвать от могилы.
И тогда ты старушка поймешь
И меня не осудишь.
Ордена как у нас
На базаре ни встретишь, ни купишь

And here's a translation.

An old woman
On the railway station told me once, sighing
"You should be ashamed, my boy
Starting off your life with a lie
Bought somewhere a war decoration
Now you walk so proud with it
Still so young…
But you have no shame at all..

So sun-tanned
Seems you come from a vacation, from the South
You probably partied all the time
With your daddy's money
Take that off, don't put to shame
Don't put the shame the veterans
What do you know of war, my boy
Not a thing, my dear."

What could I answer to the white-haired woman
Without hurting the old age
And the words of excuse
As a burden, don't come out
I just hide the decoration with my hand
To keep it clean of shame
And suddenly remembered the Afghan sky
Our clear sky

I could have told that old woman
How the mountains cried
How the snows suddenly went red
From the bright, ash berry-like blood
And how the fast rivers
Drowned the last cries
And how the sky
Was throwing hot MIGs on the ground

And I will tell
How grief bursts into homes
How we couldn't take the mad mother
Away from the grave
And then you, old woman, would understand
And won't judge me
War decorations like ours
Aren't sold at the market place.

Powerful isn't it?

Oh, my God, Eryemil. The hair just rose on my arms, seriously. Yes, my dear, very powerful. You are amazing!

some songs about jokers and fools

The Joker
Steve Miller

Some people call me the space cowboy, yeah
Some call me the gangster of love
Some people call me Maurice
Cause I speak of the pompitous of love

People keep talkin' about me, baby
Say I'm doin' you wrong, doin' you wrong
Well, don't you worry baby
Don't worry
Cause I'm right here, right here, right here, right here at home

Cause I'm a picker
I'm a grinner
I'm a lover
And I'm a sinner
I play my music in the sun

I'm a joker
I'm a smoker
I'm a midnight toker
I get my lovin' on the run
Wooo Wooooo

You're the cutest thing
That I ever did see
I really love your peaches
Want to shake your tree
Lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey all the time
Ooo-eee baby, I'll sure show you a good time

Cause I'm a picker
I'm a grinner
I'm a lover
And I'm a sinner
I play my music in the sun

I'm a joker
I'm a smoker
I'm a midnight toker
I sure don't want to hurt no one

Wooo Wooooo

People talk about me, baby
Say I'm doin' you wrong, doin' you wrong
Well, don't you worry baby
Don't worry mama
Cause I'm right here at home

You're the cutest thing
That I ever did see
I really love your peaches
Want to shake your tree
Lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey all the time


I'll Wear It Proudly
Elvis Costello

I hate these flaming curtains they're not the color of your hair
I hate these striplights they're not so undoing as your stare
I hate the buttons on your shirt when all I wanna do is tear
I hate this bloody big bed of mine when you're not here

[chorus]
Well I finally found someone to turn me upside down
And nail my feet up where my head should be
If they had a King of Fools then I could wear that crown
And you can all die laughing because I'll wear it proudly

Well you seem to be shivering dear and the room is awfully warm
In the white and scarlet billows that subside beyond the storm
You have this expression dear no words could take its place
And I wear it like a badge that you put all over my face

[chorus]

I'll wear it proudly through the dives and the dancehalls
If you'll wear it proudly through the snakepits and catcalls
Like a fifteen year old kid wears a vampire kiss
If you don't know what is wrong with me
Then you don't know what you've missed

We are arms and legs wrapped round more than my memory tonight
When the bell rang out and the air outside turned blue from fright
But in shameless moments you made more of me than just a mess
And a handful of eagerness says "What do you suggest?"

[chorus]


Ship Of Fools (Save Me From Tomorrow)
World Party

We're setting sail to a place on the map
From which no-one has ever returned
Drawn by the promise of the joker and the fool
By the light of the crosses that burned
Drawn by the promise of the wormen and lace
And the gold and the cotton and pearls
It's the place where they keep all the darkness you need
You sail away from the light of the world on this trip, baby

You will pay tomorrow
You're gonna pay tomorrow
You will pay tomorrow

Oh, save me, save me from tomorrow
I don't want to sail with this Ship of Fools, no, no
Oh, save me, save me from tomorrow
I don't want to sail with this Ship of Fools
I want to run and hide
Right now

Avarice and greed are gonna drive you over the endless sea
They will leave you drifting in the shallows
Drowning in the oceans of history
Traveling the world, you're in search of no good
But I'm sure you'll build your Sodom like you knew you would
Using all the good people for your galley slaves
As your little boat struggles through the warning waves
But you don't, pay

You will pay tomorrow
You're gonna pay tomorrow
You're gonna pay tomorrow

Oh, save me, save me from tomorrow
I don't want to sail with this Ship of Fools, no, no
Oh, save me, save me from tomorrow
I don't want to sail with this Ship of Fools, no, no

Where's it coming from
Oh, Where's it going now
It's just a, it's just a Ship of Fools

Ah, dj. You always have the most provacative songs, dear Canada.

I must say goodnight, now.

This is for all of you, but especially our young Eyremil who someone may have sung for him.

Hey, Satt and C.I. for you as well:

Marjorie Kingsley; Marian McPartland;
Nancy Nelson; Tito Puente; Savoy Hotel Orpheans; George Shearing;
Bobby Short.


Sand in my shoes, sand from Havana
Calling me to that ever so heavenly shore
Calling me back to you once more
Dreams in the night, dreams of Havana
Dreams of a love I hadn't the strength to refuse
Darling the sand is in my shoes
Deep in my veins the sensuous strains
Of the soft guitar
Deep in my soul the thunderous roll
Of a tropic sea under the stars,
That was Havana
You are the moonlit mem'ry I can't seem to lose
That's why my life's an endless cruise
All that is real is the feel of the sand in my shoes

(Instrumental Interlude)

Deep in my veins the sensuous strains
Of the soft guitar
Deep in my soul the thunderous roll
Of a tropic sea under the stars,
That was Havana
You are the moonlit mem'ry I can't seem to lose
That's why my life's an endless cruise
All that is real is the feel of the sand in my shoes
Sand in my shoes
Sand from Havana.

From Letty with love.

Oh thanks for this Letty, it is lovely.

Habana Cuba, that's a place I'd like to be
The palm trees and the ocean, and a fried fish, and me

Hey my computer doesn't speak acrylic
But that was a grand poem from Mother Russia
Bur a bit too sad for me
Early on this first day of April

Hey it's my niece's birthday!
Four years old, what a bundle of joy she is
A beautiful child

The History of April Fools

In sixteenth-century France, the start of the new year was observed on April first. It was celebrated in much the same way as New Year's Eve is today with parties and dancing into the late hours of the night.

In 1562, Pope Gregory introduced a new calendar for the Christian world, and the new year fell on January first.

There were some people, however, who hadn't heard or didn't believe the change in the date, so they continued to celebrate New Year's Day on April first. Others played tricks on them and called them "April fools." They sent them on a "fool's errand" or tried to make them believe that something false was true.



April Fool lyrics
by Collin Raye

I'm just a fool for April there's nothing more to
say
Long as I can remember she's led
my heart astray
When I was green
as willow she had me ditchin' school
And even then she tricked me I'm
just an April fool
She tangles dogwood blossoms
into her yellow hair
She uses the same perfume the smoky mountains
wear
She keeps the
flame of summer round her neck like a jewel
She breezes in to see me and
I'm an April fool
She entrances me and she dances me and she flies me
like a kite
And I soon forget
she's only come to play
Then there comes a day
when she will not stay and I lie awake all night
Hoping
next time April may

When I walked out this
morning April had up and gone
And it was clear as
water she'd only led me on
And it will be next winter before
my heels will cool
And then I will forgive her I'm just an
April fool
She knows I will forgive her I'm
just an April fool

Good morning WA2K listeners and contributors. It is going to be a wonderful day here in my little studio.

McTag, you literally bowl me over with your delightful two liners, and a Happy Birthday to your sweet little niece. A cabana in Havana on the ocean with a wish ; that's a lovely combination with a star that's shaped like fish.

And there is our Try with a very revealing story about April Fool's Day. Thanks for that, as I had never bothered to check out the origin. That song is lovely as well, dear Try, and later I will play one to match.

No, folks. It will NOT be Pat Boone. <smile>

This lovely day will lengthen into evening, we'll sigh goodbye to all we ever had.
Alone where we have walked together, I'll remember April and be glad.

I'll be content you loved me once in April.
Your lips were warm and love and spring were new.
I'm not afraid of autumn and her sorrow, for I'll remember April and you.

The fire will dwindle into glowing ashes, for love flames live such a little while,
I'll be alone, but I won't be lonely,
I'll remember April and I'll smile.

And a big smile for all of you here.

The Joker (That's What They Call Me) - Billy Myles

The joker is what they call me
My friends say I've never seemed so gay
But if they only knew how much I cry for you
The laughter would surely fade away

The joker is always laughing
And so he's the gayest guy in town
He plays a winning part while memories crush his heart
Yet he goes on laughing like a clown

I tried so hard to pretend dear
That losing you meant nothing to me
But 'til you're mine once again dear
Make believe is all my life will be, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha

The joker, though he seems happy
Because you have found that someone new
But somewhere deep inside beneath his strange disguise
The joker is crying over you

Oh-oh-oh-oh - o - o - oho
That losing you meant something to me
Oh-oh-oh-oh - o - o - oho
Make believe is all my life will be, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha.

Good morning.

What? No Pat Boone April Love? Aaaaah!

Well, there's always, "I found my April love in Portugal with you, when we discovered romance like we never knew"

or "April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom, holiday tables under the trees".

and a Happy 74th Birthday to



and a Good Day to All.

Ah, edgar, "the joker is always laughing". right, Texas. Thank you for that song.

Well, there's our Raggedy with Debbie. What a performer that lady was, right?

Hey gal, I know all of those songs, but I was thinking of this one that gets to me every time:

RECITAR!...
VESTI LA GIUBBA TO PERFORM!...
PUT ON YOUR COSTUME

Consumed with despair on discovering his wife's infidelity, Canio gets ready for performance because the show must go on...

Recitar!... mentre preso dal delirio
non so più quel che dico
e quel che faccio!
Eppur... è d'uopo... sforzati!
Bah! Sei tu forse un uom?
Tu se' Pagliaccio!
Vesti la giubba,
e la faccia infarina.
La gente paga e rider vuole qua.
E se Arlecchin
t'invola Colombina,
ridi, Pagliacco, e ognun applaudirà!
Tramuta in lazzi
lo spasmo ed il pianto,
in una smorfia il singhiozzo
e'l dolor - Ah!
Ridi, Pagliaccio,
sul tuo amore infranto.
Ridi del duol che t'avvelena il cor
.
To perform! In the throes of delirium
I don't know anymore
what I'm saying, what I'm doing!
Still... you must... force yourself!
Bah! Are you a man or not?
You're just a clown!
Put on your costume,
and make up your face.
People are paying, they want to laugh.
And when Arlecchino
takes away your Colombina,
laugh, you clown, and everyone will cheer!
Turn your agony and your tears
into buffoonery,
your sobbing and pain
into a funny grimace - Ah!
Laugh, you clown,
at your broken love.
Laugh at the pain which poisons your heart.



Pagliacci

Three Dog Night -
Pieces Of April Lyrics
written: D. Loggins
performed: Three Dog Night from the album:

The Best of Three Dog Night


April gave us springtime and the promise of the flowers
And the feeling that we both shared and the love that we called
ours
We had no time for sadness, that's a road we each had crossed
We were living a time meant for us, and even when it would rain
we would laugh it off.

I've got pieces of April, I keep them in a memory bouquet
I've got pieces of April, but it's a morning in May

We stood on the crest of summer, beneath an oak that blossemed
green
Feelings as I did in April, not really knowing what it means
But it must be ther that youstand beside me now to make me feel
this way
Just as I did in April, but it's a morning in May.

I've got pieces of April, I keep them in a memory bouquet
I've got pieces of April, but it's a morning in May

Sorry to change the tone here, but I need my Belafonte fix.

Diamond Joe

Ain't gonna work in the country
And neither on Forester's farm
I'm gonna stay 'till my Marybell come
She gone call me Tom
I'm gonna ask you a question
Captain tell me no lie
Will I stay in this rotten old jail
Till the day I die

Diamond Joe come-a getta me, Diamond Joe

I'm tired eating this cornbread
And can't even wash when it rain
I could get me some meat and soap
If I could lose my chain

Diamond Joe come-a getta me, Diamond Joe

Last night I heard the bloodhounds
Two of the men done escape
One was framed for murder
And the other one framed for rape

Diamond Joe will they catch 'em, Diamond Joe

Now I bust rock in the summer,
In the spring winter and fall
If I have me some powder
Great God I'd blast me a hole in the wall
Diamond Joe, come-a getta me Diamond Joe

Ah, Try. Three Dog Night and the Doobie Bros. Love them both, and that "...pieces of April..." is lovely, dear.

Oh, okay, edgar. We'll allow you one fix, Texas, but don't forget NickFun is a narc.<smile>

Why not a poem about daffodils, folks. I memorized this one as a wee thing. Wonder if I can do it by rote for the flowers of spring.

I wandered lonely as a cloud,
That floats on high o'er dale and hill,
When all at once I saw a crowd
A host of golden daffodils

Beside the lake,
Beneath the trees,
Tumbling and dancing in the breeze.

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Outdid the wave in sparkling glee,
A poet could but not be gay,
In such a jocund company.

And oft when on my couch I lie,
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye,
Which is the bliss of solitude,
And then my heart with rapture fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

And, listeners, that inward eye is the wonderful place from whence cometh the imagination.

I tried to find a certain poem about daphodylls, but came up with only this:

http://www.phrases.org.uk/bulletin_board/30/messages/1660.html

My word, edgar. Little Rascals? Wasn't Robert Blakely one of those? Hmmmmm. Well, we could go with daffyduckbills. <smile>



Suffering succotash

Deep Purple › April


April is a cruel time
Even though the sun may shine
And world looks in the shade as it slowly comes away
Still falls the April rain
And the valley's filled with pain
And you can't tell me quite why
As I look up to the grey sky
Where it should be blue
Grey sky where I should see you
Ask why, why it should be so
I'll cry, say that I don't know

Maybe once in a while I'll forget and I'll smile
But then the feeling comes again of an April without end
Of an April lonely as they come
In the dark of my mind I can see all too fine
But there is nothing to be done when I just can't feel the sun
And the springtime's the season of the night

Grey sky where it should be blue
Grey sky where I should see you
Ask why, why it should be so
I'll cry, say that I don't know
I don't know

Lovely, Try, and your song reminds me of a poem that I never quite understood.

Question of the day:

What poem begins with "....April is the cruelest month....."? Don't cheat, now, or you will be the cap and bells man.<smile>