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Post by slb2 on Aug 23, 2007 10:53:51 GMT -5
This one's short, but I especially love it. My women's singing group often sings it in chant.
Listen, listen, listen to my heart's song, Listen, listen, listen to my heart's song, I will never FORGET you, I will never forsake you, I will never forget you, I will never forsake you.
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Post by Brit on Aug 23, 2007 13:31:49 GMT -5
You might get top of page again, but
I've never seen you looking so lovely as you did tonight I've never seen you shine so bright I've never seen so many men ask you if you wanted to dance They're looking for a little romance, given half a chance I have never seen that dress you're wearing Or the highlights in your head that catch your eyes I have been blind The lady in red is dancing with me cheek to cheek There's nobody here, it's just you and me, It's where I wanna be But I hardly know this beauty by my side I'll never for get, the way you look tonight
I've never seen you looking so gorgeous as you did tonight I've never seen you shine so bright you were amazing I've never seen so many people want to be there by your side And when you turned to me and smiled, It took my breath away I have never had such a feeling Such a feeling of complete and utter love, as I do tonight
The way you look tonight I never will forget, the way you look tonight The lady in red The lady in red The lady in red My lady in red (I love you.)
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Post by Seattle Taz on Aug 23, 2007 23:44:23 GMT -5
I've never seen you looking so gorgeous as you did tonight I've never seen you shine so bright you were amazing The lady in red My lady in red (I love you.) Oh, I love that song! Okay. Not twenty minutes ago my husband emerged from storage clutching some wedding pictures we thought we'd lost. One of them is of the children's choir that sang this song: Refrain: All things bright and beautiful, All creatures great and small, All things wise and wonderful: The Lord God made them all. Each little flow’r that opens, Each little bird that sings, He made their glowing colors, He made their tiny wings. The purple-headed mountains, The river running by, The sunset and the morning That brightens up the sky. The cold wind in the winter, The pleasant summer sun, The ripe fruits in the garden, He made them every one. The tall trees in the greenwood, The MEADOWS where we play, The rushes by the water, To gather every day. He gave us eyes to see them, And lips that we might tell How great is God Almighty, Who has made all things well.
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Post by slb2 on Aug 24, 2007 0:01:39 GMT -5
Argh! I check wid me Tannahill Weavers, those loverly Scotsmen, but nae, I only find fields and heather and a bit o' lee. And I'm sure that Brit is laughing his kiester off at my sorry attempt at a Scottish brough.
So where do I find a meadow(s)? lemme see....
I checked with Eva Cassidy and Diane Jarvi and still nothing. Maybe Bruce can help?
No, he's got a field, a holler, a mountain, a woods, and even a green laurel, but no meadow. Oh! I've got it! Drat. It's over the RIVER and throught the woods. I thought it was meadow.
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Post by Seattle Taz on Aug 24, 2007 4:39:27 GMT -5
Think hymns, think hymns. I'm still in that mode.
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Post by Brit on Aug 24, 2007 12:44:39 GMT -5
No!
I just didn't understand a word of it! It must be your accent.
Did you mean Scottish brogue?
I can do without hymns, but the first song that sprang to mind is:
You make me feel so young You make me feel like spring has sprung Every time I see you grin Im such a happy individual
The moment that you speak I want to go and play hide-and-seek I want to go and bounce the moon Just like a toy balloon
You and I, are just like a couple of tots Running across the meadow Picking up lots of forget-me-nots
You make me feel so young You make me feel there are songs to be sung Bells to be rung, and a wonderful fling to be flung
And even when I'm old and gray I'm gonna feel the way I do today 'cause you make me feel so young
And NOT Jingle Bells please!
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Post by slb2 on Aug 24, 2007 15:08:56 GMT -5
We were very happy Well at least I thought we were Can't somebody tell me What's got into her A house, a home, a family And a man who loves her so Who'd believe she'd leave us To join a burlesque show?
Say has anybody seen my Sweet GYPSY Rose? Here's her picture when she was my Sweet Mary Jo Now she's got rings on her fingers And bells on her toes Say has anybody seen my Sweet gypsy Rose?
Oh, I know when Mary Jo's been dancin' Here in New Orleans In this smoke-filled honky-tonk They call the land of dreams Whoah, here she comes a-struttin' In her birthday clothes Say has anybody seen my Sweet gypsy Rose?
Whoah, baby, baby, Won'tcha come home Say, we all miss ya And every night we kiss your picture
Whoiah Rose, one night the lights go dim, And the crowd goes home That's the day you wake up And you find you're all alone So let's say goodbye to Gypsy Hello Mary Jo Say has anybody seen my Sweet Gypsy Rose
(Instrumental)
So take those rings off your fingers And bells off your toes Say has anybody seen my Now you know just what I mean by Has anybody seen my Sweet Gypsy Rose
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Post by SeattleDan on Aug 24, 2007 17:33:11 GMT -5
An old favorite!
(Leiber / Stoller)
I took my troubles down to Madame Rue You know that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth She's got a pad down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine Sellin' little bottles of Love Potion Number Nine
I told her that I was a flop with chics I've been this way since 1956 She looked at my palm and she made a magic sign She said "What you need is Love Potion Number Nine"
She bent down and turned around and gave me a wink She said "I'm gonna make it up right here in the sink" It smelled like turpentine, it looked like Indian ink I held my nose, I closed my eyes, I took a drink
I didn't know if it was day or night I started kissin' everything in sight But when I kissed a cop down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine He broke my little bottle of Love Potion Number Nine
------ guitar solo ------
I held my nose, I closed my eyes, I took a drink
I didn't know if it was day or night I started kissin' everything in sight But when I kissed a COP down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine He broke my little bottle of Love Potion Number Nine Love Potion Number Nine Love Potion Number Nine Love Potion Number Nine
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Post by liriodendron on Aug 25, 2007 2:34:30 GMT -5
Have I mentioned that I am planning to go see him in concert in Manchester, NH on October 5? Surprisingly, no. ![;)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/wink.png) I saw today that he is going to be in Connecticut, as well.
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Post by slb2 on Aug 25, 2007 3:32:02 GMT -5
Well then, books can make it a double-header. I did that twice! last year. I saw BeauSoleil at the MN zoo in the summer and the next night, followed them to Wisconsin to see them at Salon Springs. Then, in the late fall, I snuck over to Eau Claire to see 'em and a week later drove down whilst listening to APHC and saw them in Rochester.
I probably have told that tale before. At any rate, it's worth it. Seeing them twice in a row, that is, not re-telling the story. Boring as it is to everyone else. I should be over in the Sisters thread.
Can't think of a COP song, though. I keep coming up with police.
bon nuit
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Post by booklady on Aug 25, 2007 9:00:38 GMT -5
Not boring, slb. Inspiring. ![8-)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/cool.png)
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Post by booklady on Aug 25, 2007 9:02:42 GMT -5
One of my favorites of Joni Mitchell's:
Again and again the same situation For so many years Tethered to a RINGING telephone In a room full ot mirrors A pretty girl in your bathroom Checking out her sex appeal I asked myself when you said you loved me Do you think this can be real?
Still I sent up my prayer Wondering where it had to go With heaven full of astronauts And the lord on death row While the millions of his lost and lonely ones Cali out and clamour to be found Caught in their struggle for higher positions And their search for love that sticks around
You've had lots of lovely women Now you turn your gaze to me Weighing the beauty and the imperfection To see if I'm worthy Like the church Like a cop Like a mother You want me to be truthful Sometimes you turn it on me like a weapon though And I need your approval
Still I sent up my prayer Wondering who was there to hear I said send me somebody Whos strong, and somewhat sincere With the millions of the lost and lonely ones I called out to be released Caught in my struggle for higher achievements And my search for love That don't seem to cease
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Post by slb2 on Aug 26, 2007 0:45:15 GMT -5
Not boring, slb. Inspiring. ![8-)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/cool.png) Ain't that books a sweetheart? ![:-*](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/kiss.png) btw, I plan to call you next Friday, August 31st while I am at the Prairie Home Companion show. They're taping it for broadcast on Saturday. ![:)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/smiley.png) Anyone else want a phone call from the show? Brut? Trust-man? gk?
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Post by Brit on Aug 26, 2007 8:48:01 GMT -5
Well, I hesitate to ask, because it will be in the wee sma' hours for me, but I think the expense might be rather prohibitive too!
Nice idea though.
Back to the game:
"Oranges and lemons" say the Bells of St. Clement's "You owe me five farthings" say the Bells of St. Martin's "When will you pay me?" say the Bells of Old Bailey "When I grow rich" say the Bells of Shoreditch "When will that be?" say the Bells of Stepney "I do not know" say the Great Bells of Bow
I've heard all those bells at one time or another. Utterly charming too.
"Rich" is an easy one...
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Post by booklady on Aug 26, 2007 13:23:32 GMT -5
Well, Brit, I know that bells ring, but I don't see RINGING in your song lyrics.
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Post by Brit on Aug 26, 2007 13:26:30 GMT -5
Silly me.
No excuse.
Forget my contribution.
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Post by booklady on Aug 27, 2007 6:46:34 GMT -5
But perhaps you will think of another song where the bells are ringing. ![;)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/wink.png)
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Post by Brit on Aug 27, 2007 7:59:36 GMT -5
I'm wringing my hands in despair Bookie!
I can't think of one so hopefully someone else will follow on from ringing please.
Lots of love from Quasimodo.
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Post by Gracie on Aug 27, 2007 11:57:33 GMT -5
Nobody thought of this???
The bells are ringin', for me an' my gal, The birds are singin' for me an' my gal, Everybody's been knowin', to a weddin' they're goin' An' for weeks they've been sewin' every Susie and Sal' . . .
They're congregatin' ( ding, dong, ding, dong, ) For me an' my gal ( ding, dong, ding, dong, ) The Parson's waitin' ( ding, dong, ding, dong, ) For me and my gal ( ding, dong, ding, dong, ) An' someday I'm gonna build a little home for two, Or three or four, or more, In Loveland, for me an' my gal . . .
See the relatives there, lookin' over the pair, They can tell at a glance, it's a loving romance, It's a wonderful sight, as the families unite, See it makes the boy proud, as he says to the crowd . . .
The bells are ringin', for me an' my gal, The birds are singin' for me an' my gal, Everyone's been knowin' ( all our friends and our relations! ) To a weddin' they're goin' ( will be at the railroad station! ) An' for weeks they've been sewin' ( or, they'll send congratulations! ) Every Susie and Sal' ( . . . for me an' my gal! )
They're congregatin' for me an' my gal, The Parson's waitin' for me and my gal, An' someday I'm gonna build a little home for two, ( Or three or four, ) or more, ( or more! ) In Loveland! ( Loveland! ) In Loveland! ( Loveland! ) In Loveland, for me an' my gal!
Let us HOPE this computer does not crash again. I have been offline for days!
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Post by booklady on Aug 27, 2007 13:00:38 GMT -5
I thought of it. My mother used to sing it while she dusted the furniture! Good job, gracie.
There is also "Til There Was You." PAUL!!!!
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Post by Gracie on Aug 27, 2007 15:00:47 GMT -5
I thought of it. My mother used to sing it while she dusted the furniture! Good job, gracie. There is also "Til There Was You." PAUL!!!! Thank you, thank you! ;)Although I must say, I was a GEORGE fan.....
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Post by Brit on Aug 27, 2007 16:15:17 GMT -5
Congratulations and celebrations When I tell everyone that you're in love with me Congratulations and jubilations I want the world to know I'm happy as can be
Who would believe that I could be happy and contented I used to think that happiness hadn't been invented But that was in the bad old days before I met you When I let you walk into my heart
Congratulations and celebrations When I tell everyone that you're in love with me Congratulations and jubilations I want the world to know I'm happy as can be
I was afraid to think that you thought you were above me That I was only fooling myself to think you'd love me But then tonight you said you couldn't live without me That round about me you wanted to stay
Congratulations and celebrations When I tell everyone that you're in love with me Congratulations and jubilations I want the world to know I'm happy as can be
Sung by the eternal youth Cliff Richard, one of two entries made by Cliff for the Eurovision Song Contest.
Hey you guys, I just read the rules laid down by Trusty at the beginning of this thread. Anyone keeping their own score?
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Post by booklady on Aug 27, 2007 17:52:59 GMT -5
I have not kept score, Brit. I only keep score in baseball and Canasta. ![;)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/wink.png)
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Post by slb2 on Aug 28, 2007 0:33:52 GMT -5
Brit, I'm not keeping score. I don't need to. ;D ![;)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/wink.png) I Invented the Night by Electric Six Hey little kitty with your tail dragging on the floor You could have a following in every town that you go But you remember what you said to me That you are nothing without me Cuz I invented the night Yeah I invented the night In my laboratory using lust and lies Hey little birdie fly until your wings desert you And when you come down, come down on me cuz you know I will never hurt you But maybe once or twice I'll ruffle your feathers Cuz you said we should always be together Cuz I invented the night Yeah I invented the night Mixing elements of the strangest kind And should your invention be destroyed in a fire John, it's only MONDAYI gave you Tuesday night and Wednesday night and Friday night The weekend is a sea of electric light Turn it on Hey little doggy always looking for a bigger bone Try to see how many times that you can run away from home But in the end you always come back to me Cuz you are nothing without me Cuz I invented the night Yeah I invented the night Mixing elements of the strangest kind
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Post by Trusty on Aug 28, 2007 12:30:30 GMT -5
Hey you guys, I just read the rules laid down by Trusty at the beginning of this thread. Anyone keeping their own score? I think it would be too much trouble to go back & calculate a score now. I couldn't enforce it anyway; I'm just running a little Mama & Papa operation here. Now to find a song that has "Monday" in it........" ;D
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Post by Brit on Aug 28, 2007 13:51:09 GMT -5
'Twas on a Monday morning the gas man came to call. The gas tap wouldn't turn - I wasn't getting gas at all. He tore out all the skirting boards to try and find the main And I had to call a carpenter to put them back again. Oh, it all makes work for the working man to do. 'Twas on a Tuesday morning the carpenter came round. He hammered and he chiselled and he said: "Look what I've found: your joists are full of dry rot But I'll put them all to rights". Then he nailed right through a cable and out went all the lights! Oh, it all makes work for the working man to do. 'Twas on a Wednesday morning the electrician came. He called me Mr. Sanderson, which isn't quite the name. He couldn't reach the fuse box without standing on the bin And his foot went through a window so I called the glazier in. Oh, it all makes work for the working man to do. 'Twas on a Thursday morning the glazier came round With his blow torch and his putty and his merry glazier's song. He put another pane in - it took no time at all But I had to get a painter in to come and paint the wall. Oh, it all makes work for the working man to do. 'Twas on a Friday morning the painter made a start. With undercoats and overcoats he painted every part: Every nook and every cranny - but I found when he was gone He'd painted over the gas tap and I couldn't turn it on! Oh, it all makes work for the working man to do. On Saturday and Sunday they do no work at all; So 'twas on a Monday morning that the gasman came to call... And you thought I'd fall for the Mama's and Papa's diversion. ![8-)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/cool.png)
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Post by slb2 on Aug 28, 2007 14:45:31 GMT -5
Farewell, dear ladies, I'm leavin' Cheyenne, Farewell, dear ladies, I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne, Goodbye, my little Doney, my pony won't stand.
CHORUS: Paint, old Paint, I'm leavin' Cheyenne. Goodbye, old Paint, I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne. Paint's a good pony, and she paces when she can.
In the middle of the OCEAN there grows a great tree, And I'll never prove false to the girl who loves me.
(CHORUS)
We'll set down the blanket on the green and grassy ground, And the horses and the cattle are grazin' all around.
(CHORUS)
My feet's in the stirrups, my bridle's in my hand. Goodbye, my little Annie, I'm leavin' Cheyenne.
(CHORUS)
Farewell, dear ladies, I'm leavin' Cheyenne. Farewell, dear ladies, I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne. Goodbye, my little Doney, my pony won't stand.
(CHORUS)
I love this song. I love the way Bruce sings it.
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Post by Trusty on Aug 28, 2007 17:20:27 GMT -5
I wonder if Billy Ocean sings a song with "ocean" it.
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Post by slb2 on Aug 29, 2007 0:04:03 GMT -5
I suppose I shouldn't, but this word is prolific in song.
If I was the sun way up there I'd go with my love everywhere I'll be the moon when the sun go down To let you know I'm still around That's how strong my love is, baby That's how strong my love is That's how strong my love is That's how strong my love is
I'll be the weeping willow drowning in my tears You can go SWIMMING when you're here I'll be the rainbow when the sun is gone Wrap you in my colors and keep you warm That's how strong my love is That's how strong my love is That's how strong my love is That's how strong my love is
I'll be the ocean so deep and wide I'll dry the tears when you cry I'll be the breeze when the storm is gone To dry your eyes and keep you warm That's how strong my love is That's how strong my love is That's how strong my love is Baby that's how strong my love is
That's how strong my love is That's how strong my love is That's how strong my love is, baby That's how strong my love is, yeah
That's how strong my love is So deep and so wide my love is Yes it is so strong can't get over it Is so wide you can't get around me That's how strong my love is Yeah it so strong, so strong, so strong Yeah yeah yeah, that's how strong my love is, is so strong I wanna tell you can't say how strong it is
That's how strong my love is That's how strong my love is, yeah
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Post by slb2 on Aug 29, 2007 0:04:38 GMT -5
That song is the Rolling Stones, baby.
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