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Tryagain
 
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Reply Thu 6 Apr, 2006 06:07 pm
Punch And Judy (Roy Harper)


She who would cast the first stone was among him
But he wouldn't come out to play
The green house was broken the flowers gone potty
Her mother was coming to stay

Oh what a wonderful evening, what a wonderful day
Here on the edge of tranquillity wondering which way

He who would eek a week out on a piece of toast
Sank in the arms of his chair
The football was on the Discovery channel
Her brains were on fire in the air

Oh what a wonderful evening, oh what a beautiful day
Here on the edge of tranquillity wondering which way

Fate has brought us, Geoffrey Chaucer, ducking stools and flying saucers
Flying saucers, flying saucers

He preferred roundabouts, tiptoe and reason
Her swings were much faster than soon
He did some blinking and slinking and drinking
She flew apart on the moon

Oh what a wonderful evening, what a beautiful day
Here on the edge of tranquillity wondering which way

They lived in a higgledy-piggledy universe
Having the time of their life

Oh what a wonderful evening, what a beautiful day
Here on the edge of tranquillity wondering which way

Fate has brought us, Geoffrey Chaucer, ducking stools, flying saucers
Flying saucers, flying saucers...
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djjd62
 
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Reply Thu 6 Apr, 2006 06:13 pm
Punch and Judy
XTC

Gather 'round!

Punch and Judy,
Did it truly,
And were married in a haste,
In love, maybe,
Using the baby,
as a kind of romance paste,
She's grown fatter,
Her hair cut shorter,
Looks much older than nineteen,
He's a drinker,
Not a thinker,
Baby spoiled his could-have-been.

This must be make-believe,
This must be make-believe,
This must be make-believe,
'Cos who do we know, dear, who acts like that?


Punch and Judy.

Punch and Judy,
In a semi,
On a brand new council plot,
Sunday lunchtime,
Beer-for-Punch time,
While his dinner's far from hot,
She grows tired,
Cab is hired,
She goes round to see her friend,
He comes back late,
Fool is irate,
We will see his temper bend.

This must be make-believe,
This must be make-believe,
This must be make-believe,
'Cos who do we know, dear, who acts like that?

Punch and Judy,
In a quandary,
She's walked out, and he is mad.
Now he's grown up,
Can't smash home up,
Retribution must be had.
Punch and Judy,
Had a baby,
Who brought them to married bliss.
Mr Punch,,
Has drunken hunch,
That he must punish kid for this

This must be make-believe,
This must be make-believe,
This must be make-believe,
'Cos who do we know, dear, who acts like that?

Punch and Judy
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 6 Apr, 2006 06:21 pm
Aha, edgar. Back to Leonard Cohen and an eerie song, Texas. Hmmm. I remember Bert Lee doing Waltz with the widow. Great guitarist, and I still have that CD.

Punch and Judy? Two of 'em; one with Chaucer, and the other with with punch. <smile>

Thanks, dj and Try. Wow!

Well, listeners, I have been reminded of this one from another section of our vast audience:

When the sun comes up on a sleepy little town
Down around San Antone
And the folks are risin' for another day
'Round about their homes.
The people of the town are strange
And they're proud of where they came.

Well, you're talkin' 'bout China Grove, wo, oh, oh,
Oh, China Grove

Well, the preacher and the teacher,
Lord, they're a caution, they are the talk of the town.
When the gossip gets to flyin' and they ain't lyin';
When the sun goes fallin' down.
They say that the father's insane
And dear Missus Perkin's a game.

We're talkin' 'bout the China Grove, wo oh ho
Oh, China Grove.

But everyday there's a new thing comin',
The ways of an oriental view.
The sheriff and his buddies
With their samurai swords,
You can even hear the music at night.

And though it's part of the Lone Star State
People don't seem to care,
They just keep on lookin' to the East

Talkin' 'bout the China Grove, oh, China Grove.


Guess who that one is by, Try. <smile>
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Tryagain
 
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Reply Thu 6 Apr, 2006 06:21 pm
Fish lyrics
"Fish Punch & Judy lyrics"

Washing machine, pinstripe dream stripped the gloss from a beauty queen
Punch and judy, judy, judy
Found our nest in the daily express, met the vicar in a holy vest
Punch and judy, punch and judy
Brought up the children, church of e, now I vegetate with a color tv
Worst ever thing that happened to me, oh for d-i-v-o-r-c-e
Oh judy

Whatever happened to pillow fights?
Whatever happened to jeans so tight? friday nights?
Whatever happened to lover's lane?
Whatever happened to passion games? sunday walks in the pouring rain?

Punch, punch, punch and judy
Punch, punch, punch

Curling tongs, mogadons
I got a headache baby, don't take so long
Single beds, middle age dread, losing the war in the waistlands spread
Who left the cap off the toothpaste tube, who forgot to flush the loo?
Leave your sweaty socks outside the door
Don't walk across my polished floor.
Oh judy

Whatever happened to morning smiles?
Whatever happened to wicked wiles?
Whatever happened to twinkling eyes?
Whatever happened to hard fast drives?

Punch, punch, punch and judy
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Tryagain
 
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Reply Thu 6 Apr, 2006 06:23 pm
Doobie Brothers Laughing
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 6 Apr, 2006 06:26 pm
Right. and you will have to forgive Letty for the stutter. Just one "with "please.

No punching me, however.
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Thu 6 Apr, 2006 06:29 pm
Thirty Years Waltz

I remember standing
All scrubbed down and clean
Tapping my foot
By the record machine
An I was watching you dancing
watchin you prancin
watchin you glancin
At me...so
I took my first chance
And I asked you to dance
And we touched the first time with a song flying by
And when the blue of your eyes
Met my blues down inside
Well I knew...that we two...could fly
Through
Thirty years of confuscions and change
Thirty years of the stress and the strain
Thirty years to be accused and to blame
Ahhh thirty years that don't mean a thing
When you put them beside
Them good songs we sang
So
Now I'm standing
But roughed up and mean
Kicking my boots
At the record machine
Til I remember the dances
remember the chances
remember you glancin
At me...so
I just brush off my pants
And I ask you to dance
And we touch once again with the song flying home
And that smile all your own
Still beats all I've ever known
So I laugh...and I moan
'Cause we two have flown
Through
Thirty years of the storms and the rains
Thirty years of the fears and the pains
Thirty years of the wars and the games
Ahhh
Thirty years that don't mean a thing
When you put them beside
Them good songs we sang
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djjd62
 
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Reply Thu 6 Apr, 2006 06:41 pm
http://www.cataumet.net/carolyn/punch%20an%20judy.gif

Punch and Judy
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Punch and Judy is a popular British glove-puppet show for children (although the earliest shows used marionettes), featuring Mr. Punch and his wife Judy. The performance consists of a sequence of short scenes, each depicting an interaction between two characters, most typically the anarchic Mr. Punch and one other character. The show is traditionally performed by a single puppeteer, known as a Professor, who of course can only perform two characters at a time (one puppet on each hand.)

CharactersHistory

The Punch and Judy show has deep roots; it is ultimately based on the Italian commedia dell'arte, and the figure of Punch derives ultimately from the stock character of Pulcinella. He is a manifestation of the Lord of Misrule and Trickster figures of deep-rooted mythologies. Judy was originally "Joan".

May 9, 1662 is reckoned the birthday of Mr. Punch, for that was the first time the diarist Samuel Pepys observed a Punch and Judy show near St. Paul's Church in London's Covent Garden. It was performed by an Italian Punchman, Pietro Gimonde operating as "Signor Bologna". Pepys described the event in his diary: "...an Italian puppet play, that is within the rails there, which is very pretty, the best that I ever saw, and great resort of gallants." This is considered the first written record of a Punch and Judy performance. Pepys went back several more times and continued to be amused. The Punch he saw was a marionette not a glove-puppet, and worked his show within a tent.

The "Punch and Judy" show spread across Europe and regional variants were developed. In Germany Punch is called "Kasper" and Judy is "Grete". The characters date back to the 18th century in German speaking countries. In the Netherlands Punch is called Jan Klaassen and Judy is Katrijn, in Denmark Mester Jackel, in Italy Pulcinello (with Pulcinella as the female part), in Russia Petruschka, in Romania Vasilache and in France Le guignol.

In the early 19th Century the show was often simplified to an easily transportable booth (known as a fit-up) with a pair of sock puppet characters.

Modern performances of Punch and Judy are traditionally seaside entertainments, found in holiday resorts during the summer months. Apart from Punch and Judy, there is usually also their baby, a crocodile, and a string of sausages. The devil and Jack Ketch may also make appearances. The story changes, but the punchlines remain the same: Mr. Punch, for example, always says "That's the way to do it!"

Story

The tale of Punch and Judy varies from puppeteer to puppeteer and has changed over time. A typical variant is listed below. A transcript of a typical Punch and Judy show in London of the 1840s can be found in Henry Mayhew's London Labour and the London Poor.

Punch, in a fit of jealousy, strangles his infant child. When Judy flies to her revenge, she fetches a bludgeon, with which she belabours her husband, till Punch, exasperated, seizes another bludgeon and beats her to death, then flings into the street the two dead bodies. The bodies attract the notice of a police officer, who enters the house. Punch flees for his life; being arrested by an officer of the Inquisition, he is shut up in prison, from which he escapes by means of a golden key. The rest is often perceived as an allegory, showing how Punch triumphs over all the ills that flesh is heir to. Ennui, in the shape of a dog, is overcome; Disease, in the disguise of a doctor, is kicked out; Death is beaten to death; and the Devil himself is outwitted.

Featuring, as it does, a deformed, child-murdering, wife-beating psychopath who commits appalling acts of violence and cruelty upon all those around him and escapes scot-free, it is greatly enjoyed by small children. Terry Pratchett draws attention to this paradox in his short story Theatre of Cruelty, the last line of which is "That's not the way to do it."
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 6 Apr, 2006 06:48 pm
Speaking of Thirty Years, folks. It's time for a station break, after which I want to listen more thoroughly to edgar's Waltz song, and read carefully, dj's rather macabre background on that odd couple.

This is cyber space, WA2K radio. Whew!
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 6 Apr, 2006 07:20 pm
dj, that was fascinating history on those marionettes. Thank goodness the show ameliorated to a harmless thing. thanks, Canada.

Well, it's time for Letty to say goodnight, and I will do it with a Dylan song:

Bob Dylan
ยป Mr. Tambourine Man

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand
Vanished from my hand
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it.

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Though you might hear laughin', spinnin' swingin' madly across the sun
It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin'
And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind
I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're
Seein' that he's chasing.

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

From Letty with love.
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satt fs
 
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Reply Fri 7 Apr, 2006 04:31 am
Letty wrote:
Well, listeners, thanks to our satt, I finally was able to locate a song that I have been wondering about for a long time.

So this is for him:

Gomen nasai I'm so sorry gomen nasai
I am so sorry I made you cry
Won't you forgive me dear
Goman nasai nights have been lonely
My days are blue, because I made a fool of you
Won't you forgive me dear

My butterfly heart has brought you pain
Won't you forgive won't you forget
Let's be sweethearts again

Goman nasai nights would be heaven
Love fill my days
If you'd believe me when I say
I love you gomen nasai
I love you gomen nasai
I love you gomen nasai

Yeah! Thanks, satt. Very Happy

Actually I could not locate the song yesterday.
Now owing to Letty, I can identify the song.
It was sung by Harry Belafonte.
A sample can be heard here.

By the way, "Mack the Knife (Mackie Messer)" in Three Penny Opera (Dreigroschenoper) is a private task for me.
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Letty
 
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Reply Fri 7 Apr, 2006 07:09 am
Good morning, WA2K listeners and contributors.

satt! How great to see you in our little studio. Welcome, buddy. Frankly, I didn't know that Harry Belafonte sang it either. I thought the one that I had heard was by someone else. Well, you must tell us about your project.

Back later after coffee, folks.
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Tryagain
 
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Reply Fri 7 Apr, 2006 07:22 am
Good morning, or as they say in Afrikaans; (Southern Africa) Goeie môre.



April Lyrics
by Deep Purple

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
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Letty
 
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Reply Fri 7 Apr, 2006 07:31 am
Aha! There's our Try with an April song by Deep Purple. Hey, buddy. Isn't that rather sad for such a beautiful day? Well, here, anyway.<smile>

On my mind today, folks:


Walt Whitman
A Noiseless Patient Spider
Poem lyrics of A Noiseless Patient Spider by Walt Whitman.
A noiseless, patient spider,
I mark'd, where, on a little promontory, it stood, isolated;
Mark'd how, to explore the vacant, vast surrounding,
It launch'd forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself;
Ever unreeling them--ever tirelessly speeding them.

And you, O my Soul, where you stand,
Surrounded, surrounded, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing,--seeking the spheres, to
connect them;
Till the bridge you will need, be form'd--till the ductile anchor
hold;
Till the gossamer thread you fling, catch somewhere, O my Soul.
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yitwail
 
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Reply Fri 7 Apr, 2006 07:51 am
And here's a Deep Purple song by Nino Tempo & April Stevens Razz

When the deep purple falls over sleepy garden walls
And the stars begin to twinkle in the night
In the mist of a memory you wander on back to me
Breathing my name with a sigh

In the still of the night once again I hold you tight
Though you're gone, your love lives on when moonlight beams
And as long as my heart will beat, sweet lover we'll always meet
Here in my deep purple dreams
Here in my deep purple dreams

When the deep purple falls over sleepy garden walls
And the stars begin to twinkle in the night
In the mist of a memory you wander back to me
Breathing my name with a sigh

In the still of the night once again I hold you tight
Though you're gone, your love lives on when moonlight beams
And as long as my heart will beat, sweet lover we'll always meet
Here in my deep purple dreams
And as long as my heart will beat, sweet lover we'll always meet
Here in my deep purple dreams

[fade]
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Tryagain
 
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Reply Fri 7 Apr, 2006 07:55 am
It's getting brighter.



Artist: The Beatles
Song: Here Comes The Sun Lyrics


Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
and I say it's all right

Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
and I say it's all right

Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
and I say it's all right

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...

Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
and I say it's all right
It's all right
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Letty
 
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Reply Fri 7 Apr, 2006 07:57 am
Well, Mr. Turtle. That's the first popular song that I learned to play on piano. I can't quite remember where or when, but it must have been in the key of C. Razz

Please tell us more about your trip to Belize, and the music that you and your lady so enjoyed.
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Letty
 
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Reply Fri 7 Apr, 2006 08:03 am
Oops, folks, missed our Try again, but he and the Beatles are always welcome here. <smile>

Let me see if this works, folks. This is just a test.

http://www.belizenet.com/grc/pod.gif

It does. WOW! What a fantastic slide show.
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Raggedyaggie
 
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Reply Fri 7 Apr, 2006 09:10 am
Good morning WA2K.

Nice slide show, Letty.

I remember seeing beautiful Belize on a TV series, Temptation Island. Looking forward to hearing all about it.

Today, let's wish a Happy 78th Birthday to:

http://www.whirligig-tv.co.uk/tv/children/westerns/maverick.jpghttp://www.kipaddotta.com/images/james-garner.jpg
http://www.starmagazine.com/images/star/208461/49874.jpg

and 46th to:

http://www.posterworx.co.nz/images/film_tv/Pf2092JackieChan.jpg
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Letty
 
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Reply Fri 7 Apr, 2006 09:21 am
Well, folks, there's our Raggedy. Hey, PA, Yitwail and I were just discussing Jackie Chan and the movie that I watched. Now I have forgotten the name of the durned thing. <smile> Absolutely hilarious, however.

Thanks for the pictures, gal. I just did a run through in our archives and found the old Maverick TV series. I was totally stunned to find the cast consisted of so many names long forgotten now.

".....who is the tall dark stranger there; Maverick is his name....."
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