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Well, of course, Francis. Will you settle for Mack the Knife?<smile>

And you, McTag. How about Old Shep.

I was away, bobbing and weaving as usual.

At the Saturday dance
Thought they crowded the floor...

Well, McTag, I'm certain that you appreciated the song that I played for you here on our little radio. That's a good one to dance to, Brit.

Well, folks. China has asked the Stones not to play several of their songs, but this one seems acceptable:



Song Name: Fool To Cry
Title: Artist: THE ROLLING STONES Song: Fool To Cry Album: Forty Licks



When I come home baby
And I've been working all night long
I put my daughter on my knee
And she say "Daddy, what's wrong?"
She whisper in my ear so sweet
You know what she says?




She say Oo daddy you're a fool to cry
You're a fool to cry
And it makes me wonder why

You know I got a woman
And she live in a poor part of town
And I go see her sometimes
And we make love so fine
I put my head on her shoulder
She says, "Tell me all your troubles"
You know what she says?

She say Oo daddy you're a fool to cry
You're a fool to cry
And it makes me wonder why

She say Oooo daddy you're a fool to cry
Oooo daddy you're a fool to cry
Oooo daddy you're a fool to cry
Oooo daddy you're a fool to cry

Even my friends say to me sometimes
And make out like I don't understand them
You know what they say?
They say Oo daddy you're a fool to cry
You're a fool to cry
And it makes me wonder why

I'm a fool baby
I'm a fool baby
I'm a certified fool now

I want to tell ya
Gotta tell ya baby
I'm a fool baby
Certified fool for ya, mama, come on
I'm a fool, I'm a fool

Slightly mis-remembered

Missed the Saturday dance
Heard they crowded the floor
Couldn't bear it without you
Don't get around much anymore

Thought I'd visit the club
Got as far as the door
They'd have asked me about you
Don't get around much anymore

Oh, Darling I guess my mind's more at ease
But nevertheless, why stir up memories

Been invited on dates
Might have gone but what for
Awfully different without you
Don't get around much anymore

I did, I 'preciated it.

May I have the honour of the next dance?

You will enjoy that, Letty - I happen to have a pic of McTag when he's been on the dancefloor the last time - Strictly Tango à la McTag :wink:

McTag, you are a wonder, and thank you for your acknowledgement. Of course, Brit, it would be a pleasure.

So, let's put some dance music on.

Artist: Steppenwolf Lyrics
Song: Magic Carpet Ride Lyrics


I like to dream yes, yes, right between my sound machine
On a cloud of sound I drift in the night
Any place it goes is right
Goes far, flies near, to the stars away from here

Well, you don't know what we can find
Why don't you come with me little girl
On a magic carpet ride
You don't know what we can see
Why don't you tell your dreams to me
Fantasy will set you free
Close your eyes girl
Look inside girl
Let the sound take you away

Last night I held Aladdin's lamp
And so I wished that I could stay
Before the thing could answer me
Well, someone came and took the lamp away
I looked around, a lousy candle's all I found

Well, you don't know what we can find
Why don't you come with me little girl
On a magic carpet ride
Well, you don't know what we can see
Why don't you tell your dreams to me
Fantasy will set you free
Close your eyes girl
Look inside girl
Let the sound take you away,

Must you dance
Every dance
With the same fortunate man.....

John Denver ›
Mr Bojangles Lyrics

Knew a man bojangles and he danced for you
In worn out shoes
Silver hair ragged shirt and baggy pants
The old soft shoe

He jumped so high
He jumped so high
And he'd lightly touched down

Mr bojangles mr bojangles mr bojangles dance

Met him in a cell
New orleans he was down and out
He looked to me to be the eyes of age as he
He spoke right out

He talked about life
He talked of life
He lightly slapped his leg instead

He said the name bojangles and he danced a lick
Across the cell
He grabbed his pants and took a stance
And he jumped so high

He clicked his heels
And he let go a laugh
He let go a laugh
Shook his clothes all around

Mr bojangles mr bojangles mr bojangles dance

We danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs
Throughout the south
We spoke in tears of fifteen years
How his dog and him

They travelled about
The dog up and died
He up and died
After twenty years he still grieves

They said I dance now at every chance and honky tonks
For drinks and tips
But most the time I spend behind these county bars
Cause I drinks a bit

And he shook his head now
He shook his head
And I heard someone ask please

Mr bojangles mr bojangles hey mr bojangles dance

<smile> I was hoping we would see Try in here; or Raggedy; or dj. or shari.
Can Walter dance?

Well, McTag, I guess..................




It Only Happens When I Dance With You
(From the album "NOW IS THE HOUR")

It only happens when I dance with you
That trip to Heaven when the dance is through
With noone else do the heavens seem quite so near
Why does it happen here, only with you?
Two cheeks together can be so sublime
Especially when those cheeks are yours and mine
I've danced with hundreds of others my whole life through
But the thrill that comes with spring,
When anything can happen, it only happens with you.

Hey, That's from the album Now is the Hour. Hmmm. Coincidence.

Well, my goodness listeners and dancers. <smile> I believe Try read my mind. (from now on he shall be called supertry) Love Mr. Bojangles, buddy, and I do believe that we should do one in memory of Wilson Pickett:

Artist: Wilson Pickett
Song: Land Of A Thousand Dances


1-2-3
1-2-3
Ow! Uh! Alright! Uh!

Got to know how to pony
Like Bony Maronie
Mash potato, do the alligator
Put your hand on your hips, yeah
Let your backbone slip
Do the Watusi
Like my little Lucy
Hey! Uh!

Na na-na-na-na na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na
I need somebody to help me say it one time
(Na na-na-na-na na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na )
Wo--ow!

Saxophone solo

Wow! Uh! You know I feel alright! Huh! I feel pretty good y'all
Uh! Huh!
Na na-na-na-na na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na
Come on y'all, let's say it one more time
(Na na-na-na-na na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na )
Ooow!

Playing, it is a habit
With long tall Sally
Twistin' with Lucy
Doin' the Watusi
Roll over on your back
I like it like that
Do that Jerk-uh
Watch me work y'all
Ow! Do it!
Wow! Do it!
Just watch me do it

Aah help me
Aah help me
Aah help me
Aah help me

Fade

Sisters are doing it for themselves
Annie Lennox lyrics

Now, there was a time
when they used to say
that behind ev'ry great man,
there had to be a great woman.
But oh, in these times of change,
you know that it's no longer true.
So we're comin' out of the kitchen,
'cause there's something we forgot to say to you.
We say, Sisters are doin' it for themselves,
standin' on their own two feet
and ringin' on their own bells.
We say, Sisters are doin' it
for themselves.
Now, this is a song to celebrate
the conscious liberation of the female state.
Mothers, daughters,
and their daughters too, woh yeah,
woman to woman,
we're singing with you, ooh, ooh.
The "inferior sex" has got a new exterior.
We got doctors, lawyers, politicians too,
ooh ooh ooh, ooh.
Ev'rybody, take a look around.
Can you see, can you see, can you see,
there's a woman right next to youou.
We say, Sisters are doin' it for themselves,
standin' on their own two feet
and ringin' on their own bells.
Sisters are doin' it
for themselves.
Now we ain't makin' stories,
and we ain't layin' plans.
Don't you know that a man still loves a woman,
and a woman still loves a man
just the same, though.
Ooh ooh ooh
ooh ooh ooh ooh.
Sisters are doin' it
for themselves…

Love it, Try. So, the sisters are gangin' up on the guys, are they?

As always, folks, I have just been inspired by America.

Ventura Highway
Written by Dewey Bunnell, ©1972
Grand Cayman Concert.

Chewing on a piece of grass
Walking down the road
Tell me, how long you gonna stay here, Joe?
Some people say this town don't look good in snow
You don't care, I know

Ventura Highway in the sunshine
Where the days are longer
The nights are stronger than moonshine
You're gonna go I know

'Cause the free wind is blowin' through your hair
And the days surround your daylight there
Seasons crying no despair
Alligator lizards in the air, in the air

Did di di di dit ...

Wishin' on a falling star
Waitin' for the early train
Sorry boy, but I've been hit by purple rain
Aw, come on, Joe, you can always
Change your name
Thanks a lot, son, just the same

Ventura Highway in the sunshine
Where the days are longer
The nights are stronger than moonshine
You're gonna go I know

'Cause the free wind is blowin' through your hair
And the days surround your daylight there
Seasons crying no despair
Alligator lizards in the air, in the air

Did di di di dit ...

Artist/Band: Campbell Glen
Lyrics for Song: Wichita Lineman
Lyrics for Album: Wichita Lineman

I am a lineman for the county.
And I drive the mainroad.
Lookin' in the sun for another overload.

I hear you singing in the wire. Chorus 1
I can hear you thru the whine.
And the Wichita Lineman,
is still on the line.

I know I need a small vacation.
But it don't look like rain.
And if it snows that stretch down south,
won't ever stand the strain.

And I need you more than want you. Chorus 2
And I want you for all time.
And the Wichita Lineman,
is still on the line.

(Lead, then Repeat last chorus)

Well, honey, you just touched a nerve with that one, 'cause I can hear those wires zinging in the background as Glen sings.

Isn't this a wonderful evening, listeners?

Take This Waltz- Leonard Cohen
(after Lorca)

Now in Vienna there's ten pretty women
There's a shoulder where Death comes to cry
There's a lobby with nine hundred windows
There's a tree where the doves go to die
There's a piece that was torn from the morning
And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take this waltz with the clamp on its jaws
Oh I want you, I want you, I want you
On a chair with a dead magazine
In the cave at the tip of the lily
In some hallways where love's never been
On a bed where the moon has been sweating
In a cry filled with footsteps and sand
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take its broken waist in your hand

This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz
With its very own breath of brandy and Death
Dragging its tail in the sea

There's a concert hall in Vienna
Where your mouth had a thousand reviews
There's a bar where the boys have stopped talking
They've been sentenced to death by the blues
Ah, but who is it climbs to your picture
With a garland of freshly cut tears?
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take this waltz it's been dying for years

There's an attic where children are playing
Where I've got to lie down with you soon
In a dream of Hungarian lanterns
In the mist of some sweet afternoon
And I'll see what you've chained to your sorrow
All your sheep and your lilies of snow
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz
With its "I'll never forget you, you know!"

This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz ...

And I'll dance with you in Vienna
I'll be wearing a river's disguise
The hyacinth wild on my shoulder,
My mouth on the dew of your thighs
And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook,
With the photographs there, and the moss
And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty
My cheap violin and my cross
And you'll carry me down on your dancing
To the pools that you lift on your wrist
Oh my love, Oh my love
Take this waltz, take this waltz
It's yours now. It's all that there is