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i saw your response to the cylinders, but thought i'd post it here as well, hope the pics at least cleared up what the recordings look like

can't figure out your link problem, it works fine for me

Well, dj, every time I tried to access the home page, a little square popped up about flash plug in. I didn't quite understand it. All I have is media player.

So, my Canadian friend, what are some of the songs that the cylinder thing played?

Yes, dj. The picture did clear up what the cylinder machine looks like, so I am assuming the thing plays tunes that have been waxed and has nothing to do with those old fashioned records.

While we are waiting for our dj to play some of those cylinder song, listeners, let's look at some historical data:



1513
Spanish explorer Juan Ponce de Leon landed in Florida.

1792
Congress authorized the first U.S. mint, in Philadelphia.

1865
Confederate president Jefferson Davis and most of his cabinet fled the Confederate capital of Richmond, Va.

1870
Victoria Claflin Woodhull announced her candidacy for president of the United States.

1917
President Woodrow Wilson asked Congress to declare war against Germany.

1932
Charles Lindbergh paid a $50,000 ransom for the return of his kidnapped son.

1982
Argentina seized the Falkland Islands from Britain

2005
Pope John Paul II died.

Bruce Springsteen ›
Streets of Philadelphia Lyrics

I was bruised and battered and I couldn't tell
What I felt
I was unrecognizable to myself
I saw my reflection in a window I didn't know
My own face
Oh brother are you gonna leave me
Wastin´away
On the streets of philadelphia

I walked the avenue till my legs felt like stone
I heard the voices of friends vanished and gone
At night I could hear the blood in my veins
Black and whispering as the rain
On the streets of philadelphia

Ain't no angel gonna greet me
It's just you and I my friend
My clothes don't fit me no more
I walked a thousand miles
Just to slip the skin

The night has fallen, I'm lyin'awake
I can feel myself fading away
So receive me brother with your faithless kiss
Or will we leave each other alone like this
On the streets of philadelphia

Jefferson Davis died between 12:30AM and 1:00AM on December 6, 1889. The news of his death hit the front page of many Southern newspapers. The praises and tributes read similar to that of a New Orleans paper that read:

"Throughout the South are Lamentations and tears; in every country on the globe where there are lovers of liberty there is mourning; wherever there are men who love heroic patriotism, dauntless resolution, fortitude or intellectual power, there is an sincere sorrowing. The beloved of our land, the unfaltering upholder of constitutional liberty, the typical hero and sage, is no more; the fearless heart that beats with sympathy for all mankind is stilled forever, a great light is gone----Jefferson Davis is dead!"

The sad part is that the United States War Department did not recognize Davis and the U.S. flag was not flown at half-mast. The U.S. flag was flown at half mast in the South. Jefferson Davis was the only former Secretary of War that was not given that respect and honor by the United States Government.

Great song, Try. That "waistin' away" line reminds me of someone who lived in the keys. (key of C, I think. smile)

This is for Phil who really likes the man:

Jimmy Buffett - Margaritaville Lyrics
Nibblin' on sponge cake
Watchin' the sun bake
All of those tourists covered with oil
Strummin' my six-string
On my front porch swing
Smell those shrimp they're beginnin' to boil

Chorus:
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
But I know it's nobody's fault

I don't know the reason
I stayed here all season
Nothin' to show but this brand new tattoo
But it's a real beauty
A Mexican cutie
How it got here I haven't a clue

Chorus:
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
Now I think
Hell, it could be my fault

I blew out my flip-flop
Stepped on a pop-top
Cut my heel had to cruise on back home
But there's booze in the blender
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on

Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
But I know it's my own damn fault
Yes and some people claim that there's a woman to blame
And I know it's my own damn fault

dj pointed out some time back, that Buffet had written some awesome songs, but I forgot which one he played.

In 1937, war clouds gathered over Europe, as Tin Pan Alley might phrase it. Brigadier General H.H. "Hap" Arnold, U.S. Army Air Corps, persuaded his boss, Major General Oscar Westover, chief of Air Corps, that airmen needed a musical expression of their separate identity. How about a song competition with a prize for the winner? A good idea, but the Air Corps then lacked any control of its own budget strings. Bernard MacFadden, magazine publisher for the masses, came to the rescue. Liberty Magazine would offer a $1,000 prize to the winning composer.


The Air Force Song
by Robert Crawford

Lyrics
Off we go into the wild blue yonder,
Climbing high into the sun;
Here they come zooming
to meet our thunder,
At 'em boys, give 'er the gun
(give 'er the gun now!)
Down we dive spouting
our flames from under
Off with one helluva roar! *
We live in fame or go down in flame, hey!
Nothing'll stop the U.S. Air Force!
Minds of men fashioned a crate of thunder,
Sent it high into the blue;
Hands of men blasted the world asunder;
How they lived God only knew!
Souls of men dreaming of skies to conquer
Gave us wings, ever to soar!
With scouts before and bombers galore, hey!
Nothing'll stop the U.S. Air Force!
Here's a toast to the host of those who love
the vastness of the sky,
To a friend we will send a message
of his brother, men who fly
We drink to those who gave their all of old;
Then down we roar,
to score the rainbow's pot of gold
A toast to the host of men we boast,
the U.S. Air Force!
Off we go into the wild blue yonder,
Keep the wings level and true.
If you'd live to be a gray-haired wonder
Keep the nose out of the blue!
Flying men guarding the nation's border,
We'll be there, followed by more!
In echelon we carry on, hey!
Nothing'll stop the U.S. Air Force!

Try, I know most of those songs. We always played Veterans hospitals and clubs and thanks to my sister, I learned them at a wee age.

From the halls of Montezuma to the shores of Tripoli,
We will fight our country's battles on the land and on the sea.
First to fight for right and freedom, and to keep our honor clean.

We are proud to claim the title of
The United States Marines.

Anyone here knows what president created the U.S. Marines?

president george herbert water duck?

oops, Try, missed your bit about Jeff Davis. Back later to review it more carefully, buddy.

UhOh. Everyone duck. There's Steve.

Hey, Brit. What time is by Big Ben?

and that should have been, "what time is it by big ben."

Ok, about Jeff Davis:



The Battle Cry of Penn
Hang Jeff Davis on a sour apple tree
Down went McGinty to the bottom of the sea
She's my Annie, and I'm her Joe,
So listen to my tale of
(Whoah!)
Any ice today lady?
No.
Giddyup!

Pennsyl-Pennsyl-Pennsylvania!
Pennsyl-Pennsyl-Pennsylvania!
Pennsyl-Pennsyl-Pennsylvania!
Oh Pennsylvania!

The Way It Is
B. R. Hornsby

Standing in line marking time--
Waiting for the welfare dime
'Cause they can't buy a job
The man in the silk suit hurries by
As he catches the poor old ladies' eyes
Just for fun he says "Get a job"

That's just the way it is
Some things will never change
That's just the way it is
But don't you believe them

They say hey little boy you can't go
Where the others go
'Cause you don't look like they do
Said hey old man how can you stand
To think that way
Did you really think about it
Before you made the rules
He said, Son

That's just the way it is
Some things will never change
That's just the way it is
But don't you believe them

Well they passed a law in '64
To give those who ain't got a little more
But it only goes so far
Because the law another's mind
When all it sees at the hiring time
Is the line on the color bar

That's just the way it is
Some things will never change
That's just the way it is
But don't you believe them…

Wow, Try. That song says more than a duck could ever say, buddy.

Incidentally, folks. The answer to the question was my old friend Thomas Jefferson. <smile>

A "Great" depression song:

Once I built a railroad, made it run
Made it race against time
Once I built a rairoad, now it's done
Brother can you spare a dime?
Once I built a tower to the sun
Brick and rivet and lime
Once I built a tower, now it's done
Brother can you spare a dime?

Once in khaki suits
Gee, we looked swell
Full of that yankee doodle de dum
Half a million boots went slogging through hell
I was the kid with the drum
Say don't you remember, they called me al
It was al all the time
Say don't you remember, I'm your pal!
Buddy can you spare a dime?

Once I built a railroad, made it run
Made it race against time
Once I built a rairoad, now it's done
Brother can you spare a dime?
Once I built a tower to the sun
Brick and rivet and lime
Once I built a tower, now it's done
Brother can you spare a dime?

Yes, listeners, the forgotten man.

"That song says more than a duck could ever say, buddy. "

Not quite…


I Want A New Duck


Woh oh

I want a new duck
One that won't try to bite
One that won't chew a hole in my socks
One that won't quack all night

I want a new duck
One with big webbed feet
One that knows how to wash my car
And keep his room real neat

One that won't raid the ice box
One that'll stay in shape
One that's never gonna try to migrate or escape
Or I'll tie him up with duct tape

I want a new duck
A mallard I think
One that won't make a mess of my house
Or build a nest in the bathroom sink

I want a new duck
One that won't steal a beer
One that won't stick his bill in my mail
One that knows the duck stops here

One that won't drive me crazy waddling all around
One who'll teach me how to swim and help me not to drown
And show me how to get down
How to get down baby

Get it?
Quack quack quack quack
quack quack quack quack

I want a new duck
Not a swan or a goose
Just a drake I can dress real cute
Think I'm gonna name him Bruce

I want a new duck
Not a quail or an owl
One that won't molt to much
One that won't smell too foul

One that won't beg for breadcrumbs
Hangin' around all day
He'd better mind his manners
Better do just what I say
Or he's gonna be duck pate, duck pate, yah, yah

Funny, Try. I want one, too, but, folks, sometimes we feel like a duck; sometimes we don't. <smile>

Hey, speaking of feathers and such, our hawkman hasn't been seen today. Bet he's somewhere doing his thing at a karaoke club.

It's quite dark here, and we tend to drift, right?

The Beautiful South
Lonliness

Solitude has only existed
since overspill demanded a view
Finding a space has only been around
since the invention of the bustling queue
Forcing everyone to be a loner
if they didn't join the regular crew
And if you weren't in the in crowd
you were cast away
So dont let them cast away you

Tight-knit families are tight enough
for stranglehold or turn of the screw
And the only reason we wanted out
was the sort of crowd that 'ordinary' drew

Emptiness needs rowdiness,
a reminder of why it's recluse
Rowdiness needs the gap
emptiness leaves to wallow in glorious youth

Tight-knit families are tight enough
for stranglehold or turn of the screw
And the only reason we wanted out
was the sort of crowd that 'ordinary' drew

So as long as Man Friday's gone by Saturday,
you're sure to find the arguments stop
You dont need time no space no room,
just a story of which they're no part
Why a gentle request to be left alone
feels like a kick in their heart,
Why any hug lasting more than one second
always seems your cue to depart

By all means be your own person,
but they choose the time and the place.
Please feel free to do your own thing,
but make sure its done at their pace.
Please feel free to do your own thing,
but make sure its done at their pace

That is a wonderful song

What do you know, they wrote a song about me.


Westlife ~ Try Again

Hush now, don't you cry
There will be a better day
I promise you
We can work it out
But only if you let me know Try
What's on your mind

Baby, I thought it was forever
Through any kind of weather
But someday you will find what you're searching for

Try again
Never stop believing
Try again
Don't give up on your love
Stumble and fall
It's the heart of it all
When you fall down (down)
Just try again

Smile now, let it go
Hey, you will never be alone
I promise you
If you can't fight the feeling (oh yeah)
Surrender in your heart
Remember love will set you free

Baby, I thought it was forever
We will always be together
But someday you will find what you're searching for

Chorus:
Try again
Never stop believing
Try again
Don't give up on your love
Stumble and fall
It's the heart of it all
So, when you fall down Try
Just try again

Bridge:
Baby when a heart is crying
It's sometimes feels like dying Again
The tear drops fall like rain (ooh..)

Baby, I thought it was forever
We would always be together
But someday you will find what you're searching for

Chorus:
Try again
Never stop believing
Tryagain
Don't give up on your love (Don't give up on your love)
Try again (Just try again)
Never stop believing
Try again
Don't give up on your love
Stumble and fall
It's the heart of it all
When you fall down
Just try again


Kool!

Ah, now our Try has his name up in lights. I like that song, buddy.

Wasn't Letty part of a song once? <smile>

Why am I thinking of this one tonight, listeners?

Kim, come and play the drum
Kim, come and join the fun
Can you hear me?
Come and play the drum

Dance a light fandango
Take me 'round and 'round
Dance a light fandango
Never let me down

Dance a light fandango
Take me 'round and 'round
Dance a light fandango
Never let me down

Kim, do not be afraid
Kim, remember what we said
Can you hear me?
Come and play the drum

I think Letty better go to bed, because.......................

NINA SIMONE Song Lyrics

Can't Get Out of This Mood
(From the album "AMAZING")

Jimmy MacHugh, Loesser

All day long before my eyes come little visions of you,
They shouldn't, they mustn't, but they do.
Can't get out of this mood,
Can't get over this feeling,
Can't get out of this mood,

Last night your lips were appealing,
The thrill should have been all gone by today, in the usual way,
But it's only your arms that I'm out of.
Can't get out of this dream
What a fool to dream of you,
Twasn't part of my scheme to sigh and tell you that I love you,
But now I'm saying it, I'm playing it dumb,
Can't get out of this mood,
Heartbreak here I come.

I can't get over this feeling,
Last night your lips were appealing,
The thrill should have been all gone by today, in the usual way,
But it's only your arms that I'm out of.
What a fool to dream of you,
To sigh and tell you that I love you,
But now I'm playing it, now I'm playing it dumb,
I can't get out of this mood,
Heartbreak, heartbreak here I come.

Goodnight.

From Letty with love

letty, here's a song from the cylinder project

an irving berlin tune, written in 1888, and recorded in 1914, by billy murray

I Want To Go Back To Michigan (Down On The Farm)

[1st verse:]
I was born in Michigan
And I wish and wish again
That I was back in the town where I was born
There's a farm in Michigan
And I'd like to fish again
In the river that flows beside the fields of waving corn
A lonesome soul am I
Here's the reason why:

[Refrain:]
I want to go back
I want to go back
I want to go back to the farm
Far away from harm
With a milk pail on my arm
I miss the rooster
The one who useter
Wake me up at four A.M.
I think your great big city's very pretty, nevertheless
I want to be there
I want to see there
A certain someone full of charm
That's why I wish again
That I was in Michigan
Down on the farm

[2nd verse:]
You can keep your cabarets
Where they turn nights into days
I'd rather be where they go to bed at nine
I've been gone for seven weeks
And I've lost my rosy cheeks
That's the reason I'd rather have the country life for mine
My thoughts are far away
That's just why I say: