Ok...so called Music lovers

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I had a dream about you sashaying down Fifth Avenue this Easter in white buckskin shoes.

Now I know why. Chutzpah indeed!

Admit it WH, Following Little Richard, doin "tutti Fruiti. The boy got heart.

Booman<

Alrooti! A bop bop a looma a bop bam BOOM!

Ok...so called Music lovers
One of my all time favorites and you may laugh because it was sung on tv's Hee Haw was Roy Clark doing Yesterday When I Was Young on a 12 string guitar. I was surprised recently hearing it sung by the composer himself Charles Aznavour on 99.1 WPLM.

Ok...so called Music lovers
One of my all time favorites and you may laugh because it was sung on tv's Hee Haw was Roy Clark doing Yesterday When I Was Young on a 12 string guitar. I was surprised recently hearing it sung by the composer himself Charles Aznavour on 99.1 WPLM.

Roy Clark is no laughing matter. That man could play the hell out anything with strings.

Boo and Bob, (good grief--sounds like a duo on Hee Haw). I loved Roy Clark, and indeed he could coax a lot of out that guitar. I liked the sorta gravely quality to his voice, too. Kenney Rodgers and Roy Clark reminded me of each other.

Bob, That Yesterday When I was Young was fantastic.

Dedicated to Boo and his tiny "newbie":

You must have been a beautiful baby.
You must have been a wonderful child.
when you were only startin'
To go to kindergarten,
I bet you drove the little boys wild.
And when it came to wearin' blue ribbons,
I'll bet you showed the other kids how.
I can see the judges' eyes as they handed you the prize.
I'll bet you made the cutest bow.
Well you musta been a beautiful baby,
Cause Baby look at you now.

Bob, wish I could remember the words to Yesterday when I was Young.

William Henry...Get down!

I liked" Long Tall Sally"yawl.
Can't quite remember all the words, however.

OK. Don't anyone post the words to Yesterday When I Was Young, because I've got them right here and I'm going to post them because Letty would like to hear them again. But before I post them, I just want to say that I saw Roy Clark perform at a small theater when he had such a bad cold, he sneezed throughout his performance and his throat was so sore, he finally had to stop singing and just play his guitar. He was great. He had the audience in the palm of his hands. Standing ovation and all. I'll be back with the lyrics to that song.

YeeHaw, Raggedy..Thanks a bushel.

Hey, we ought to start a new thread writing our own songs.

OK, here we go. It's a lengthy song.

Yesterday, when I was young,
The taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue,
I teased at life as if it were a foolish game,
The way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame.

The thousand dreams I dreamed, the splendid things I planned,
I always built, alas, on weak and shifting sand,
I lived by night and shunned the naked light of day,
And only now I see how the years ran away.

Yesterday, when I was young,
So many happy songs were waiting to be sung,
So many wild pleasures lay in store for me,
And so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see.

I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out.
I never stopped to think what life was all about,
And every conversation I can now recall,
Concerned itself with me, and nothing else at all.

Yesterday the moon was blue,
And every crazy day brought something new to do,
I used my magic age as if it were a wand
And never saw the worst and emptiness beyond.

The game of love I played with arrogance and pride,
And every flame I lit too quickly, quickly died,
The friends I made all seemed to somehow drift away
And only I am left on stage to end the play.

There are so many songs in me that won't be sung,
I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue,
The time has come for me to pay,
For yesterday, when I was young.

Raggedy, my dear. You are a gem. Thank you.

WAAAAAAAAAA. Not one person asked me to sing a song that was banned during the Great Depression...(thank God)

Hey, all. Check out Oak's (John of England) blues creation:

http://www.able2know.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=6994&highlight=

Letty of Florida

Thanks for posting these lyrics. Even without any music, they make lovely, touching reading.

Ok...so called Music lovers
Thanks, Aggie. I love that song!

Bob

It was my pleasure. It brings back pleasant memories.

Letty: Are you referring to Brother, Can You Spare A Time for the Depression song? I love that song. (Al Jolson and Bing Crosby)

Raggedy, no, I don't know the lyrics to that one although I know of the song. The one I was referring to was "Gloomy Sunday".

Sunday is gloomy my hours are numberless,
Dear since you left me my nights are all slumberless.
Little white flowers will never awaken you,
Not where the black robes of darkness have taken you.

Angels have no thoughts of ever returning you,
Would they be angry if I thought of joining you.

Gloomy Sunday.

If I'm not mistaken, this song was recorded by Artie Shaw but banned after the '29 crash because of it's dark importation, when many erstwhile millionaires were plunging from buildings.

Letty: You've just got to hear this. Gloomy Sunday was originally an Hungarian song, words by Laszlo Javor, and publicized as the "suicide song." The story was circulated that numerous disappointed lovers in Hungary took their own lives by jumping off bridges after hearing the song. When the song was published in the U.S. in 1936 with English words by Sam M. Lewis, music, Rezso Seress, some radio stations banned it, fearing the same results. Paul Robeson recorded it in England (I'd love to hear that recording) and Paul Whiteman, Henry King, and Vincent Lopez also recorded it, among others, but the best-seller was by Billie Holiday in 1941. The book I'm reading from says Ironically, the composer committed suicide in 1968. I guess it is referring to the guy who wrote the music, Rezso Seress.

Raggedy, too stunned to respond. Thank you so much for that info. And boy, would I love to hear Paul Robson do it. WOW--

When I first got a computer, I did research on Robson and was caught up in the man's life.

I've got 3 Robeson CDs and one record, but no Gloomy Sunday.I have to track that one down. Ah yes, he led a remarkable life. He was a brilliant man. And I can only imagine what it must have been like to have heard him perform at a concert. Tony Randall met him at a party and as Robeson was leaving, the guests started chanting his name. Robeson said, "I'll sing you a work song - Waterboy." Randall said "He barely used his voice, using less effort than a whisper. And I tell you the walls shook and the windows. He had more rumble in his voice than any human I've ever heard. It was a voice from God."

Great story, Raggedy. I love his voice.