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Post by slb2 on Jun 6, 2007 12:46:50 GMT -5
danno, I'm so glad you thought of that song. One of my favorite bands, Sweet Colleens, plays that one. Now, on to granted. Nothings popping into my mind at the moment.
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Post by Brit on Jun 6, 2007 13:02:43 GMT -5
Something rings a bell with me:
Come on baby let's start again right now Amnesty is granted
But I need help to identify who used these words in a chorus - an unusual singer if I recall correctly.
I therefore have no further word with which to associate!
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Post by slb2 on Jun 6, 2007 13:05:28 GMT -5
Must be a foreign song, mais non?
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Post by Brit on Jun 6, 2007 14:01:47 GMT -5
Meat Loaf springs to mind.
I don't know why, but I do occasionaly hear things that I like but would not buy!
PS. Is "foreign" anything non-American?
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Post by slb2 on Jun 6, 2007 18:06:19 GMT -5
Only since I'm American, yes, foreign is anything not.
Although Meatloaf, you mean the band? the Bat Outta Hell band?
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Post by joew on Jun 6, 2007 20:44:40 GMT -5
I though Meatloaf was an individual.
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Post by slb2 on Jun 7, 2007 0:49:26 GMT -5
My good buddy, Scott Jones, comes to the rescue.
You take me for granted, You BREATH me like air. You take me for granted, until I'm not there.
I don't know the rest of the words accurately. And the song's on a cassette tape or on an LP. Neither of which I can find at the moment. But there's the song.
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Post by booklady on Jun 8, 2007 18:15:11 GMT -5
Is that supposed to be "breath" or "breathe"?
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Post by slb2 on Jun 9, 2007 0:46:45 GMT -5
< slb2 gets out her E-shaker. >
Oops. Breathe, baby, breathe.
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Post by booklady on Jun 9, 2007 5:49:31 GMT -5
And in the end, it didn't matter. I found one with both.
Breathe on me, Breath of God, fill me with life anew, that I may love what thou dost love, and do what thou wouldst do.
Breathe on me, Breath of God, until my heart is pure, until with thee I will one will, to do and to endure.
Breathe on me, Breath of God, till I am wholly thine, till all this earthly part of me glows with thy fire divine.
Breathe on me, Breath of God, so shall I never die, but live with thee the PERFECT life of thine eternity.
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Post by booklady on Jun 11, 2007 18:05:09 GMT -5
"Perfect"? We are stuck on perfect?
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Post by SeattleDan on Jun 11, 2007 20:00:02 GMT -5
Not Anymore!
I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand Walking through the streets of Soho in the rain He was looking for a place called Lee Ho Fook's Going to get himself a big dish of beef chow mein Werewolves of London
If you hear him howling around your kitchen door Better not let him in Little old lady got mutilated late last night Werewolves of London again Werewolves of London
He's the hairy-handed gent who ran amuck in Kent Lately he's been overheard in Mayfair Better stay away from him [these lyrics are found on http://www.songlyrics.com] He'll rip your lungs out, Jim I'd like to meet his TAILOR Werewolves of London
Well, I saw Lon Chaney walking with the Queen Doing the Werewolves of London I saw Lon Chaney, Jr. walking with the Queen Doing the Werewolves of London I saw a werewolf drinking a pina colada at Trader Vic's His hair was perfect Werewolves of London Draw blood
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Post by slb2 on Jun 11, 2007 21:05:13 GMT -5
I shoulda jumped when it was perfectly easy. Now I'm stuck with tailor.
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Post by slb2 on Jun 11, 2007 23:43:32 GMT -5
Jackpot! I thought and thought about tailor. And then I remembered the Fiddler on the roof. I love, love, love that musical. Everything about it is exquisite. Here ya go:
(sung)
Grandma Tzietl: A blessing on your head (Mazel Tov, Mazel Tov) To see a DAUGHTER wed (Mazel Tov, Mazel Tov) And such a son-in-law Like no-one ever saw The tailor Motel Camzoil
Golde: (spoken) Motel?
Grandma Tzietl: (sung) A worthy boy is he (Mazel Tov, Mazel Tov) Of pious family (Mazel Tov, Mazel Tov) They named him after my Dear uncle Mordachai The tailor Motel Camzoil
(spoken) Golde: A tailor? She must have heard wrong. She meant a butcher.
(sung) Tevye: You must have heard wrong Grandma There's no tailor You mean the butcher Grandma By the name of Lazer-Wolfe
Grandma Tzietl: Noooo! I mean a tailor Tevye My great-grandchild My little Tzietl who you named for me Motel's bride was meant to be!
For such a match I prayed (Mazel Tov, Mazel Tov) In heaven it was made (Mazel Tov, Mazel Tov) A fine upstanding boy A comfort and a joy The tailor Motel Camzoil
(spoken) Golde: But we announced it already! We made a bargain with the butcher!
(sung) Tevye: But we announced it Grandma To our neighbors We made a bargain Grandma With the butcher Lazer-Wolfe
Grandma Tzietl: Noooo No! So you announced it Tevye That's your headache And as for Lazer-Wolfe I say to you Tevye, that's your headache too!
(Company)
A blessing on your house Mazel Tov, Mazel Tov Imagine such a spouse Mazel Tov, Mazel Tov And such a son-in-law Like no-one ever saw The tailor Motel Camzoil
Tevye (spoken) But he's a butcher!
Comapny: (sung) The tailor Motel Camzoil
Tevye: (spoken) His name is Lazer-Wolfe
Company (sung) The tailor Motel Camzoil
Tevye: The tailor Motel Camzoil
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Post by Brit on Jun 12, 2007 13:22:09 GMT -5
Mother dear,can I go dancin'?
Yes, my darling daughter
etc.,
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Post by slb2 on Jun 13, 2007 10:54:04 GMT -5
Artist: Martha & The Vandellas Lyrics Song: Dancing In The Street Lyrics Callin' out around the world Are you ready for a brand new beat? Summer's here and the time is right For dancin' in the streets They're dancin' in Chicago Down in NEW ORLEANS Up in New York City
All we need is music, sweet music There'll be music everywhere There'll be swingin', swayin' and records playin' And dancin' in the streets
Oh, it doesn't matter what you wear Just as long as you are there So come on, every guy grab a girl Everywhere around the world There'll be dancin' They're dancin' in the street
This is an invitation Across the nation A chance for the folks to meet There'll be laughin' and singin' and music swingin' And dancin' in the streets
Philadelphia, P.A. (Philadelphia, P.A.) Baltimore and DC now (Baltimore and DC now) Yeah don't forget the Motor City (can't forget the Motor City)
All we need is music, sweet music There'll be music everywhere There'll be swingin', swayin' and records playin' And dancin' in the street, yeah
Oh, it doesn't matter what you wear Just as long as you are there So come on, every guy grasp a girl Everywhere around the world There'll be dancin' They're dancin' in the streets
Philadelphia, P.A. (Philadelphia, P.A.) Baltimore and DC now (Baltimore and DC now) Yeah don't forget the Motor City (can't forget the Motor City) All the way down in L.A. California Not to mention Halifax Nova Scotia Manchester Alexandria, Virginia, Virginia
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Post by slb2 on Jun 14, 2007 12:25:51 GMT -5
Baby, please don't go, Baby please don't go Baby, please don't go back to New Orleans, You know I love you so.
Peux pas t'enaller, peux pas t'en aller Peux pas t'en aller back a Nouvelle Orleans, Peux pas t'en aller.
Turn your LAMP down low, turn your lamp down low Turn your lamp down low, I beg of you, Baby all night long.
J'ai un papier dans mon soulier, J'ai un papier dans mon soulier, J'ai un papier dans mon soulier, mais tu ne connais pas, J'ai un papier dans mon soulier.
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Post by Brit on Jun 14, 2007 13:42:11 GMT -5
My tea is nearly ready and the sun has left the sky; It's time to take the window to see Leerie going by; For every night at teatime and before you take your seat, With lantern and with ladder he comes posting up the street. Now Tom would be a driver and Maria go to sea, And my papa's a banker and as rich as he can be; But I, when I am stronger and can choose what I'm to do, O Leerie, I'll go round at night and light the lamps with you! For we are very lucky, with a lamp before the door, And Leerie stops to light it as he lights so many more; And O! before you hurry by with ladder and with light, O Leerie, see a little child and nod to him tonight!
OK. I know it is not a song, but it is one of my favourite poems. I remember "leeries" very well. Does anyone else?
But all good songs are also great poetry...
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Post by slb2 on Jun 15, 2007 0:32:28 GMT -5
Well itma, since it's only been you and me playing since Monday, I'll take the poem. But don't try to sneak one by me again. Now to think about LADDER...
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Post by slb2 on Jun 15, 2007 0:37:31 GMT -5
books must be working on those final grades because if she saw this word, she'd surely post the song I've posted below. This is one of my all-time favorite songs in the world. Breaks my heart.
May God bless and keep you always, May your wishes all come true, May you always do for others And let others do for you. May you build a ladder to the stars And climb on every rung, May you stay forever young, Forever young, forever young, May you stay forever young.
May you grow up to be RIGHTEOUS, May you grow up to be true, May you always know the truth And see the lights surrounding you. May you always be courageous, Stand upright and be strong, May you stay forever young, Forever young, forever young, May you stay forever young.
May your hands always be busy, May your feet always be swift, May you have a strong foundation When the winds of changes shift. May your heart always be joyful, May your song always be sung, May you stay forever young, Forever young, forever young, May you stay forever young.
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Post by booklady on Jun 16, 2007 8:41:11 GMT -5
We made a little classroom "yearbook" this year in my class and I put a copy of that song in each of the kids' copies. I also made them listen to Bob singing two different versions of it. Beautiful, lovely song, written for one of his little boys.
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Post by joew on Jun 16, 2007 9:22:31 GMT -5
Very nice touch, bl.
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Post by slb2 on Jun 16, 2007 10:50:21 GMT -5
So? No one is going to offer something RIGHTEOUS?
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Post by Brit on Jun 16, 2007 15:48:11 GMT -5
I'm well and truly stuck.
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Post by slb2 on Jun 16, 2007 17:33:30 GMT -5
Itma, that's because the good righteous songs are all religious. You know, my G-d, thou art righteous and everlasting, etc.
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Post by Trusty on Jun 16, 2007 18:47:59 GMT -5
Does the game go on for eternity now? Yes, if time permits.
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Post by booklady on Jun 17, 2007 4:43:44 GMT -5
Trusty, it's wonderful seeing you again. Hope everything has gone well for you these past couple of weeks. <----- sisterly, of course.
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Post by booklady on Jun 17, 2007 4:44:25 GMT -5
Itma, that's because the good righteous songs are all religious. You know, my G-d, thou art righteous and everlasting, etc. What about "You've Lost That Righteous Feelin'" by the Lovin' Brothers?
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Post by slb2 on Jun 17, 2007 8:33:38 GMT -5
Itma, that's because the good righteous songs are all religious. You know, my G-d, thou art righteous and everlasting, etc. What about "You've Lost That Righteous Feelin'" by the Lovin' Brothers? Uh-huh. So, the best you can do is quip? After church today, you'll have something to offer, yes? Sisterly, my foot. Those pair of lips are definitely NOT sisterly. At least not around Trusty.
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Post by Trusty on Jun 17, 2007 17:39:49 GMT -5
Sisterly, my foot. Those pair of lips are definitely NOT sisterly. At least not around Trusty. Trusty, my lips. Those pair of feet are definitely NOT trusty. At least not around Sisters of Passion. --- No, really - Thanks! I am SO glad to be home again; got a lot accomplished and got a lot of catching up to do. I've missed you guys. Now, just who sang this one?: When a man he serves the Lord, it makes his life worthwhile. It don't matter 'bout his position, it don't matter 'bout his lifestyle. Talk about perfection, I ain't never seen none And there ain't no man righteous, no not one. Sometimes the devil likes to drive you from the neighborhood. He'll even work his ways through those whose intentions are good. Some like to worship on the moon, others are worshiping the sun And there ain't no man righteous, no not one. Look around, ya see so many social hypocrites Like to make rules for others while they do just the opposite. You can't get to glory by the raising and the lowering of no flag. Put your goodness next to God's and it comes out like a filthy rag. In a city of darkness there's no need of the sun And there ain't no man righteous, no not one. Done so many evil things in the name of love, it's a crying shame I never did see no fire that could put out a FLAME. Pull your hat down, baby, pull the wool down over your eyes, Keep a-talking, baby, 'til you run right out of alibis. Someday you'll account for all the deeds that you done. Well, there ain't no man righteous, no not one. God got the power, man has got his vanity, Man gotta choose before God can set him free. Don't you know there's nothing new that's under the sun? Well, there ain't no man righteous, no not one. When I'm gone don't wonder where I be. Just say that I trusted in God and that Christ was in me. Say He defeated the devil, He was God's chosen Son And that there ain't no man righteous, no not one.
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