Soon....
Friday, May 10, 2013
You'll love this...
I just discovered a band called Fitz and the Tantrums and thought I'd share. Hopefully there will be a whole slew of new articles this summer. My subject was Women in Rock and I intend to glut the internet with them on this blog.
Soon....
Soon....
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Jack O'Hearts
During and after WWI and II, in the U.S., there was a bit of a counter culture on the streets of New York which were well illuminated by Damon Runyan in his stories which he wrote in the east coast vernacular. The play and movie Guys and Dolls was extracted from many of these stories and I highly recommend any book you can find which is filled with all these stories he wrote about the times. These lyrics were a part of one of his stories, titled, The Lily of St. Pierre. Check out the link and then sing along....
There's a Long, Long Trail A-Winding
Nights are growing very lonely,
Days are very long;
I'm a-growing weary only
Listening for your song.
Old remembrances are thronging
Thro' my memory.
'Til it seems the world is full of dreams
Just to call you back to me.
Days are very long;
I'm a-growing weary only
Listening for your song.
Old remembrances are thronging
Thro' my memory.
'Til it seems the world is full of dreams
Just to call you back to me.
Chorus:
There's a long, long trail a-winding
Into the land of my dreams,
Where the nightingales are singing
And a white moon beams:
There's a long, long night of waiting
Until my dreams all come true;
'Til the day when I'll be going down
That long, long trail with you.
There's a long, long trail a-winding
Into the land of my dreams,
Where the nightingales are singing
And a white moon beams:
There's a long, long night of waiting
Until my dreams all come true;
'Til the day when I'll be going down
That long, long trail with you.
All night long I hear you calling,
Calling sweet and low;
Seem to hear your footsteps falling,
Every where I go.
Though' the road between us stretches
Many a weary mile.
I forget that you're not with me yet,
When I think I see you smile.
Calling sweet and low;
Seem to hear your footsteps falling,
Every where I go.
Though' the road between us stretches
Many a weary mile.
I forget that you're not with me yet,
When I think I see you smile.
Chorus:
There's a long, long trail a-winding
Into the land of my dreams,
Where the nightingales are singing
And a white moon beams:
There's a long, long night of waiting
Until my dreams all come true;
Till the day when I'll be going down
That long, long trail with you
There's a long, long trail a-winding
Into the land of my dreams,
Where the nightingales are singing
And a white moon beams:
There's a long, long night of waiting
Until my dreams all come true;
Till the day when I'll be going down
That long, long trail with you
With twenty-five bobs worth a kisses,
The Castle Lady
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Angels singing...
I just had to post this because it was too appropriate to my current situation. Sometimes you just have to let things be for awhile. If you want to stay sane, that is...
love is the last thing to go
Love is the reason
we happened at all
And it paid for
all the damage we done
And it bought us
the freedom to fall into grace
On our way to our place in the sun.
- Kris Kristofferson
Love is the reason
we happened at all
And it paid for
all the damage we done
And it bought us
the freedom to fall into grace
On our way to our place in the sun.
- Kris Kristofferson
With love from
The Castle Lady
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