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Post by slb2 on May 31, 2007 12:29:24 GMT -5
One of my favorite kids' songs. Whee!!
I'M A REPTILE Once there was a baby who was tryin' to catch A little lazy lizard in a cactus patch. The lizard told the baby, "Don't you make me sore. My great grandaddy was a dinosaur, and...
CHORUS:
I'm a reptile, oooh, so shiver and shake Yes, I'm a reptile, oooh, my cousin's a snake And I'm a reptile, oooh, I'll eat you for lunch. So back off, baby, we're a cold blooded bunch."
The baby walked away and wandered down the road. He came upon a turtle with a heavy load. The baby tried to shake the turtle out of his shell. The turtle said, "Hey, you better treat me well. Cuz . . .
CHORUS
The baby kept a-cruisin' through the evergreens. He came upon a movie crew a-shootin' a scene. They had an alligator who was stealin' the show A-dancin' and a-singin' sayin', "Watch me go. Cuz . . .
CHORUS
CODA:
We're covered with scales, got big long tails. Gonna turn you PALE. You better hit the trail Cuz I'm a reptile, oooh, a reptile, baby, I'm a reptile, oooh, a reptile, baby . . .
Words and music © 1986 by Jill Jarboe
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Post by Gracie on May 31, 2007 13:58:13 GMT -5
Well, of course you'd guess that I'd instantly think of Procol Harum's classic "Whiter Shade of Pale." It was John Lennon's favorite song, btw, did you know?
But I digress.
I did think of it. No surprise. The lyric is haunting...they even made an incredible video of it some years ago, perfectly cast with Harry Dean Stanton.
Then I remembered that 'tis much more fun to surprise you with something you might never have thought of, certainly not from me...so I give you something with equally lovely imagery:
Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar, Where are you now? Who lies beneath your spell? Whom do you lead on Rapture's roadway, far, Before you agonise them in farewell?
Pale hands, pink-tipped, like lotus-buds that float On those cool waters where we used to dwell, I would have rather felt you round my throat Crushing out life than waving me farewell!
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Post by Thomas Scheuzger on May 31, 2007 16:37:39 GMT -5
More Dylan...
Something about you that I can't shake Don't know how much more of this I can take I'm under your spell.
I was knocked out and loaded in the naked night When my last dream exploded I noticed your light Baby, oh what a story I could tell.
It's been nice seeing you you red me like a book If you ever want to reach me you know where to look Baby, I'll be at the same hotel.
I'd like to help you but I'm in a bit of a jam I'll call you tomorrow if there's phones where I am Baby, caught between heaven and hell.
But I will be back I will survive You'll never get rid of me as long you're alive Baby, can't you tell.
Well it's four in the morning by the sounds of the birds I'm staring at your picture I'm hearing your words Baby, they ring in my head like a bell.
Turn back baby wipe your eye Don't think I'm leaving here without a kiss goodbye Baby, is there anything left to tell ?
I'll see you later when I'm not so out of my head Maybe next time I'll let the dead bury the dead Baby, what more can I tell ?
Well the desert is hot the mountain is cursed Pray that I don't die of thirst Baby, two feet from the well.
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Post by SeattleDan on Jun 1, 2007 0:15:07 GMT -5
Well, Okay:
We three kings of Orient are, Puffing on a rubber cigar. It was LOADED, it exploded. BANG! [Pause].
We two kings of Orient are, Puffing on a rubber cigar It was loaded, it exploded. BANG! [Pause].
I one king of Orient are, Puffing on a rubber cigar It was loaded, it exploded. BANG! [Pause].
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Post by slb2 on Jun 1, 2007 8:03:14 GMT -5
You are now asking for TWO words? LOADED and BANG.
You kids aren't satisfied with simple challenge, are you?
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Post by Brit on Jun 1, 2007 12:49:39 GMT -5
If "wallop" means "loaded" (which I think it does) here y'are SLB.
All lined up in a wedding group 'Ere we are for a photograph We're all dressed up in a morning suit All trying hard not to laugh Since the early caveman in his fur Took a trip to Gretna Green There's always been a photographer To record the 'appy scene.....
'Old it, flash, bang, wallop, what a picture What a picture, what a photograph Poor old soul, blimey, what a joke Hat blown off in a cloud of smoke Clap 'ands, stamp yer feet Bangin' on the big bass drum What a picture, what a picture Um-tiddly-um-pum-um-pum-pum Stick it in your fam'ly album
(Thanks very much, one more picture. Hold it!)
The same thing 'appened long ago When man was in his prime And what went on we only know From the snaps he took at the time When Adam and Eve in their birthday suit Decided to get wed As Adam was about to taste the fruit The man with the cam'ra said.....
'Old it, flash, bang, wallop, what a picture What a picture, what a photograph Poor old Eve, there with nothing on Face all red and 'er fig leaf gone Clap 'ands, stamp yer feet Bangin' on the big bass drum, W-e-e-a-ay! What a picture, what a picture Um-tiddly-um-pum-um-pum-pum Stick it in your fam'ly album
(Thanks very much. One more picture, hold it!)
You've read it in a folio Or seen it in a Shakespeare play How Juliet fell for Romeo In the merrie month of May And as 'e climbed the orchard wall To reach 'is lady fair As he tumbled, she began to bawl As he floated through the air.....
'Old it, flash, bang, wallop, what a picture What a picture, what a photograph Poor young chap, what a night 'e spent Tights all torn and 'is rapier bent Clap 'ands, stamp yer feet Bangin' on the big bass drum, W-e-e-a-ay! What a picture, what apicture Um-tiddly-um-pum-um-pum-pum Stick it in your fam'ly album
(One more picture, hold it!)
King 'Enery the Eighth had several wives Including Anne Boleyn And he kept an album of their lives With all their photos in As Anne Boleyn was on her knees Dressed in her very best frock King 'Enery shouted, "Smile, Dear, please" As 'er 'ead rolled off the block.....
'Old it, flash, bang, wallop, what a picture What a picture, what a photograph Comes the print in a little while Lost 'er 'ead, but she kept 'er smile Clap 'ands, stamp yer feet, Ye-e-a-y! Bangin' on the big bass drum What a picture, what a picture Um-tiddly-um-pum-um-pum-pum Stick it in your fam'ly album
(Thank you very much. One more picture, hold it!)
When Napoleon married Josephine There was just the same to-do He galloped home from the battle scene All the way from Waterloo And as he came from orf 'is 'orse To the boudoir where she sat She said to 'im, in French of course As he took of his big cocked 'at
'Old it, flash, bang, wallop, what a picture What a picture, what a photograph There she was, with a big Hussar All caught up in 'er oh-la-la Clap 'ands, stamp yer feet, Ye-e-a-y! Bangin' on the big bass drum What a picture, what a picture Um-tiddly-um-pum-um-pum-pum Stick it in your fam'ly album
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Post by rmn on Jun 1, 2007 14:30:41 GMT -5
Well itma, job well done.
An olive branch extended to you, ma'am (sir?). I received a tempered scolding from joew for losing my temper with you. Must have been a sour stomach.
rmn
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Post by Brit on Jun 1, 2007 15:25:18 GMT -5
Take no notice of JoeW.
I never do.
Back to thread:
PICTURE is the word...
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Post by slb2 on Jun 1, 2007 16:12:38 GMT -5
Take no notice of JoeW. I never do. Back to thread: PICTURE is the word... Well, itma. I hope that's your dry British humor peeking through. Cuz otherwise, it's not a very nice comment.
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Post by slb2 on Jun 1, 2007 16:20:12 GMT -5
Cover of the Rolling Stone ( Dr Hook & the Medicine Show )
Ha, ha, ha, I don't believe it Da, da, ah, ooh, don't touch me Hey, Ray! Hey, Sugar! Tell them who we are .....
Well, we're big rock singers We've got golden fingers And we're loved everywhere we go (that sounds like us) We sing about beauty and we sing about truth For ten-thousand dollars a show (right) We take all kinds of pills that give us all kind of thrills But the thrill we've never known Is the thrill that'll get ya when you get your picture On the cover of the Rolling Stone
(Rolling Stone) Wanna see my picture on the cover (Stone)Wanna buy five copies for my MOTHER (yeah) (Stone)Wanna see my smilin' face On the cover of the Rolling Stone (that's a very, very, good idea)
I got a freaky ole lady name a cocaine Katy Who embroideries on my jeans I got my poor old grey haired daddy Drivin' my limosine Now, it's all designed to blow our minds But our minds won't really be blown Like the blow that'll get ya when you get your picture On the cover of the Rolling Stone
(Rolling Stone) Wanna see our pictures on the cover (Stone) Wanna buy five copies for our mothers (yeah) (Stone) Wanna see my smilin' face On the cover of the Rolling Stone
(Hey, I know how, rock and roll!!)
[instrumental]
(Ah, that's beautiful)
We got a lot of little teenage blue-eyed groupies Who do anything we say We got a genuine Indian Guru Who's teaching us a better way We got all the friends that money can buy So we never have to be alone And we keep getting richer but we can't get our picture On the cover of the Rolling Stone
(Rolling Stone) Wanna see my picture on the cover (Stone) Wanna buy five copies for my mother (I want one!) (Stone) Wanna see my smilin' face On the cover of the Rolling Stone On the cover of the Rolling Stone
(Man, I don't know why we ain't on the cover, Baby) (We're beautiful people) (I ain't kiddin', why, we would make a beautiful cover (Fresh shot, right up front, man) (I can see it now, we'll be up on the front) (Smilin', man ...... ahh, beautiful!)
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Post by brutus on Jun 1, 2007 21:17:01 GMT -5
Well.....I could get loaded. I'd really get a bang out of it!!!! ;D
~B~
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Post by slb2 on Jun 3, 2007 1:32:13 GMT -5
MOTHER, MOTHER, no one can find mother in song?
for shame.......
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Post by Brit on Jun 3, 2007 4:29:01 GMT -5
Old Mother Hubbard Went to the cupboard To get her poor doggie a bone, When she got there The cupboard was bare So the poor little doggie had none.
The Old Mother Hubbard referred to in this rhyme's words allude to the famous Cardinal Wolsey. Cardinal Thomas Wolsey was the most important statesman and churchman of the Tudor history period in 16th century England.
Cardinal Wolsey proved to be a faithful servant but displeased the King, Henry VIII, by failing to facilitate the King's divorce from Queen Katherine of Aragon who had been his queen of many years.
The reason for seeking the divorce and hence the creation of the Old Mother Hubbard poem was to enable him to marry Anne Boleyn with whom he was passionately in love.
In the Old Mother Hubbard song King Henry was the "doggie" and the "bone" refers to the divorce (and not money as many believe) The cupboard relates to the Catholic Church although the subsequent divorce arranged by Thomas Cramner resulted in the break with Rome and the formation of the English Protestant church and the demise of Old Mother Hubbard - Cardinal Wolsey.
Another rhyme reputedly relates to Cardinal Wolsey Little Boy Blue.
Or how about this:
On Mother Kelly's doorstep, down Paradise Row, I'd sit along o' Nelly, she'd sit along o' Joe. She's got a little hole in her frock, hole in her shoe, hole in her sock, where her toe peeped through, but Nelly was the smartest down our alley. On Mother Kelly's doorstep, I'm wondering now, if li'l gal Nelly, remembers Joe, her beau, and does she love me like she used to, on Mother Kelly's door step, down Paradise Row...
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Post by gailkate on Jun 3, 2007 9:19:15 GMT -5
Aren't most Mother Goose rhymes supposed to be sly political commentary? Maybe we should have a thread on that, but It would have to carry the ball, as I've forgotten what I learned in a Children's Lit class eons ago. But you got us back to a song and I'm stumped for alley- maybe because I'm reeling from slb's knowledge of Dr. Hook. We still have a vinyl album somewhere, but I thought that was part of another subversive sub-culture.
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Post by Gracie on Jun 3, 2007 9:23:17 GMT -5
Well, I loved slb's gentle hint...now I'll have Marvin Gaye on my mind all day. Which is not a bad thing. Not at all. Couldn't ever decide which was sexier about the man: his voice or his looks. Finally decided he was just a real sugarbritches all the way around.
BUT this is what immediately came to mind when I saw that 'alley' was the word to find, and because I love Ringo Starr beyond all reason--both his silly songs and his sweet, sad ones ("Photograph" still knocks me to my knees. But I digress.)
(Sneaking Sally through the alley, oo, oo, oo) (Sneaking Sally through the alley, oo, oo, oo)
SNEAKING SALLY THROUGH THE ALLEY, TRYIN' TO KEEP HER FROM SIGHT. SNEAKING SALLY THROUGH THE ALLEY, MY BABY CAUGHT ME LAST NIGHT.
I SAID, "I CAN'T FIND NOTHING WRONG WITH BEING FRIENDS, 'CAUSE SOMETIMES SHE LETS ME USE HER CAR." SHE SAID, "IF YOU CAN'T FIND NOTHING WRONG IN YOUR MIND, I KNOW YOU'VE GONE TOO FAR.
SNEAKING SALLY THROUGH THE ALLEY, TRYIN' TO GET AWAY CLEAN. (tryin' to get away) SNEAKING SALLY THROUGH THE ALLEY, MY BABY SAW THE WHOLE SCENE.
SO I BEGAN TO TRY AND EXPLAIN, BUT IT JUST WASN'T, WASN'T MUCH OF A THOUGHT. NOW I SHOULD FIND ME SOMEBODY NEW, (somebody new) 'CAUSE THIS MAN HAS BEEN CAUGHT.
SHE CAUGHT ME SNEAKING WITH SALLY THROUGH THE ALLEY, TRYIN' TO GET AWAY CLEAN. SNEAKING WITH SALLY THROUGH THE ALLEY, I KNOW YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN. (what I mean, what I mean)
(Tryin' to get away) (Tryin' to get away) (Tryin' to get away)
(Sneaking Sally through the alley, oo, oo, oo) (Sneaking Sally through the alley, oo, oo, oo)
I TALK DOUBLE TALK, ANYTHING'S TROUBLE TALK. CATCHING MYSELF IN LIES. MAMA, JUST LOOK AT ME, THINKING ABOUT KILLING ME, I SAW IT IN HER EYES.
(Oh , oh, oh)
SHE CAUGHT ME SNEAKING WITH SALLY THROUGH THE ALLEY, TRYIN' TO KEEP HER FROM SIGHT. I WAS SNEAKING WITH SALLY THROUGH THAT ALLEY, MY BABY CAUGHT ME LAST NIGHT.
WELL, I WAS SNEAKING SALLY THROUGH THAT ALLEY, TRYIN' TO GET AWAY CLEAN. YOU KNOW, SNEAKING WITH SALLY WITHOUT KNOWING, MY BABY SAW THE WHOLE SCENE.
(Oh, oh, oh)
AND YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED, MAN? SHE GOT RIGHT UP TO ME ONE MORE TIME, SHE SAID, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THE ALLEY WITH THAT SALLY?" I SAID, "YOU'LL JUST WAIT TILL TOMORROW AND WE'LL TALK!"
(Sneaking with Sally)
Wonder if Sally was worth it...
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Post by booklady on Jun 3, 2007 18:33:39 GMT -5
Oh, darn! I coulda done "alley"!
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Post by booklady on Jun 3, 2007 18:38:12 GMT -5
Billie holiday / arthur herzog jr.
Hush now, don't explain Just say youll remain I'm glad your back, don't explain
Quiet, don't explain What is there to gain Skip that lipstick Don't explain
You know that I love you And what endures All my thoughts of you For I'm so completely yours
Cry to hear folks CHATTER And I know you cheat Right or wrong, don't matter When you're with me, sweet
Hush now, don't explain You're my joy and pain My life's yours love Don't explain
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Post by slb2 on Jun 3, 2007 23:09:41 GMT -5
Chatter?! Chatter?!
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Post by booklady on Jun 4, 2007 4:49:09 GMT -5
Well, it seemed appropriate!
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Post by Brit on Jun 4, 2007 12:39:50 GMT -5
On the top of a tree, a big gumtree, Once a magpie chose her nest to be And the eggs were laid, laid, one, two, three. A tempting sight for a boy to see.
Passing by came a lad in a little felt hat, He wasn't too thin and he wasn't too fat, To climb the tree where the old bird sat, With her chatter chatter chatter, chat chat chat.
It was climb climb climb, not a single stop, Till her reached at length to the tip tip top. As he tightly clung to the tree with his legs, He put in his hand and he took out the eggs.
In his mouth they were popped that they safe might be, As he started to climb down the big gumtree, But he soon found out he was in for trouble, for the bough did bend and wobble, wobble, wobble.
In the mighty struggle with his hands and legs, Pop down his throat went one of the eggs. But he didn't much care, as long as he knew, In his mouth quite safe were the other two.
So he soon climbed down to the ground again, Very glad that his climb hadn't been in vain. Then he thought of the egg that he'd swallowed up there; Was it fresh and sweet? Or a little bit queer?
To make sure, he broke one shell, He looked inside, and he didn't feel well. For he now found out that he'd had to eat, A nice little magpie, all and complete.
Ever since that day, when those eggs he took, He can talk, talk, talk; like a ha'penny book. 'Tis the little magpie inside that does that, With his chatter, chatter, chatter; chat, chat, chat.
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Post by gailkate on Jun 4, 2007 13:44:28 GMT -5
A salutary tale, indeed. Were your daughters raised on that song, It?
There must be a song about the Wobblies that could work, but I've already confessed to compulsive cheating on another thread, so you won't get it from me.
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Post by Brit on Jun 4, 2007 13:46:00 GMT -5
How did you know I had daughters?
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Post by slb2 on Jun 5, 2007 0:19:30 GMT -5
Here's my paltry offering, but hey, I didn't cheat and I used the target word!
Weebles wobble but they don't fall down Weebles are around, Don't fall down Weeble wobble, Weeble wobble,Weeble wobble,Weeble wobble, Weeble wobble,Weeble wobble, Don't FALL down.
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Post by booklady on Jun 5, 2007 4:10:57 GMT -5
The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold I see your lips, the summer kisses The sun-burned hands I used to hold Since you went away the days grow long And soon I'll hear old winter's song But I miss you most of all my DARLING When autumn leaves start to fall (Translation for slb: C'est une chanson, qui nous ressemble Toi tu m'aimais et je t'aimais Nous vivions tous, les deux ensemble Toi que m'aimais moi qui t'aimais Mais la vie spare ceux qui s'aiment Tout doucement sans faire de bruit Et la mer efface sur le sable les pas des amants dsunis) (Those lines in French don't really seem to say what the English ones do. )
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Post by Gracie on Jun 5, 2007 7:10:47 GMT -5
Mmmmmm, such a pretty song... I always loved that one. Okay, so this is what FIRST came to mind: Ohh darlin' My darlin' you're so fine Ohhhh-hhh-hhh Don't know if words could say But darlin' I'll find a way To let you know what you meant to me Guess it was meant to be I hold you in my heart As life's most precious part Oh darlin' I dream about you often my pretty darlin' (Darlin' you're so fine) I love the way you soften my life with your love Your precious love uh huh, oh I was living like half a man Then I couldn't love but now I can You pick me up when I'm feeling sad More soul than I ever had Gonna love you every single night Cause I think you're too outta sight Oh oh darlin' I dream about you often my pretty darlin' (Darlin' you're so fine) I love the way soften my life with your love Your precious love uh huh huh Woah oh oh oh Every night oh darlin' Gonna love you every single night, yes I will Cause I think you're too dog gone outta sight Oh darlin' I dream about you often my pretty darlin' (Darlin' you're so fine) I love the way soften my life with your love Your precious love uh huh huh Oh Can't help it, see, because when Grizzy's hair was still dark, he was a dead ringer for the late great Carl Wilson, who sang this one. I mean EVERYone told him how much he looked like Carl, who was, according to his brothers, the sweetest one of the band. And that would be my Grizzy, too....he said he always loved this song and then he met me, and there was "I was living like half a man...." only he wasn't, any more. Sigh. But I digress. Oh well. It's going to send me off to work in a lovely mood.
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Post by slb2 on Jun 5, 2007 11:44:08 GMT -5
Precious and few are the moments We two can share Quiet and blue, like the sky I'm hung over you And if I can't find my way back home It just won't be FAIR Precious and few are the moments We two can share Baby, it's you on my mind Your love is so rare Being with you is a feeling I just can't compare And if I can't hold you in my arms It just wouldn't be fair Cause precioys and few are the Moments we two can share And if I can't find my way back Home it just wouldn't be fair Cause precious and few are the moments We two can share Precious and few are the moments We two can share Quiet and blue, like the sky I'm hung over you And if I can't find my way back Home, it just wouldn't be fair Cause precious and few are the Moments we two can share
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Post by Brit on Jun 5, 2007 12:32:44 GMT -5
Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Remember me to one who lives there, For she/he once was a true love of mine.
Etc...
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Post by Gracie on Jun 5, 2007 19:41:18 GMT -5
Precious and few are the moments We two can share Quiet and blue, like the sky I'm hung over you And if I can't find my way back home It just won't be FAIRPrecious and few are the moments We two can share Baby, it's you on my mind Your love is so rare Being with you is a feeling I just can't compare And if I can't hold you in my arms It just wouldn't be fair Cause precioys and few are the Moments we two can share And if I can't find my way back Home it just wouldn't be fair Cause precious and few are the moments We two can share Precious and few are the moments We two can share Quiet and blue, like the sky I'm hung over you And if I can't find my way back Home, it just wouldn't be fair Cause precious and few are the Moments we two can share I thought someone would choose this one. Makes me feel like I'm 14 again....doing that swoony dreamy kind of dancing thing you do on Prom Night. Yeah, that was the theme to the first one I attended. (Four. I know you're wondering.) Actually, I'd thought of.... "Why would you want to hurt me? Well, I love you baby, can't you see, That you're precious to me? And I can't let you go. Baby, one day you'll see, That you'll always be, So precious to me." Or "For your love, your precious love I' d do anything, yes I would I want your love, your precious love I' ve been too lonely too long You got a kind of walk that's just so fine The way you fill those blue jeans baby, my my my Yes and when you smiled at me like you did just now All I want is just to get to you somehow...." Yeah, well, there's always music playing somewhere in my mind. ESPECIALLY when my mouth is shut, as it is for hours at a time. (Yes. I took offense.) Now I'm thinking about 'thyme.' THAT'S a tricky one.
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Post by SeattleDan on Jun 5, 2007 20:35:44 GMT -5
One of my favorite songs!
Oh, the summer time is coming, And the trees are blooming, And the wild mountain thyme Grows around the blooming heather.
Will you go, lassie, will you go? And we'll all go together To pull wild mountain thyme All around the blooming heather, Will you go, lassie, go?
I will build my love a bower By yon clear and crystal FOUNTAIN, And all around the bower, I'll pile flowers from the mountain.
If my true love, she won't have me, I will surely find another To pull wild mountain thyme All around the blooming heather.
Oh, the summertime is coming And the trees are blooming And the wild mountain thyme Grows around the blooming heather.
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Post by Gracie on Jun 5, 2007 20:49:10 GMT -5
I can see why you like this one, Dan, it's lovely. Grizzy affects a Scottish accent many times (and very well.) Betsy and I have been called 'lassie' and 'weelassie' more often than not. We really are shameless romantics in this house. When I was a little girl, my parents watched the Andy Williams show, and I did too, and I absolutely loved his voice. I loved the songs he chose, and even as young as I was I knew the lyrics were special. I've never lost my love for such tender ballads, and I don't care who thinks I'm corny or goofy or any other such thing for thinking so. And with that, I give you......... Three coins in a fountain Each one seeking happiness Thrown by three hopeful lovers Which one will the fountain bless Three hearts in a fountain Each heart longing for its home There they lie in the fountain Somewhere in the heart of Rome Which one will the fountain bless Which one will the fountain bless Three coins in a fountain Through the ripples how they shine Just one wish will be grantedOne heart will wear a Valentine Make it mine, make it mine, make it mine I remember Andy singing this. Sometimes when I need to accomplish a LOT, I set the TV on one of the digital music channels, and often I'll choose Singers and Standards. We're getting ready to paint the living room....maybe I can find Andy to sing "Moon River" for me.
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