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Roses Club Que Siga La Fiesta



One of my personal favorites. Produced by Alan Parsons and recorded at Abbey Road:

Al Stewart : Year of the Cat

Moby - Pale Horses



The Charladies' Ball  Maureen Super Trouper Potter 


You may talk of your outings, your picnics and parties,
Your dinners and dances and hoolies and all
But wait till I tell you of the gas we had on
The night that we went to the Charladies' Ball.
I went there as Queen Anne and I went with my man.
He was dressed as a monkey locked up in a cage.
There were pirets and pirots and Hottentots and whatnots
And stars that you'd see on the music hall stage. 

CHORUS: At the Charladies' Ball said one and all,
"You're the belle of the ball, Mrs. Mulligan."
We had one-steps and two-steps and the divil knows what new steps.
We swore that we never would be dull again, by dad.
We had wine, porter and Jameson. We had cocoa and all.
We had champagne that night but real pains next morning,
The night that we danced at the Charladies' Ball. 

There were cowboys and Indians that came from Drumcondra,
Sweet Francis Street faries all diamonds and stars.
There was one of the Rooneys as the clock over Mooney's
And a telegram boy as a message from Mars.
Mary Moore from the Lots was the Queen of the Scots
With a crown out of Woolworths perched up on her dome.
There was Jemmy Whitehouse came dressed as a lighthouse
And a Camden Street Garbo that should have stayed home. 

SECOND CHORUS: At the Charladies' Ball people said one and all,
"You're the belle of the ball, Mrs. Mulligan."
We had one-steps and two-steps and the divil knows what new steps.
We swore that we never would be dull again, be dad.
We had wine porter and Jameson, we had cocktails and cocoa and all.
We had rumbos and tangos, half-sets and fandangos,
The night that we danced at the Charladies' Ball. 

Mary Ellen O'Rourke was the Queen of the Dawn.
By one-thirty she looked like a real dirty night.
Mick Farren, the bester, came dressed as a jester.
He burst his balloon and dropped dead at the fright.
Kevin Barr came as Bovril, "Stops that drinking feeling"
Astride of a bottle, pyjamas and all.
But he bumped into Faust, who was gloriously soused
And the two of them were sunk at the end of the hall. 

THIRD CHORUS (same as before but with these last 2 lines):
We'd a real stand-up fight but we fell down to supper
The night that we danced at the Charladies' 
Myllärit - Metsolan Kuningas



Hulyet, Hulyet Kinderle Theodore Bikel (2011)


English translation

Frolic, play, my little ones,
Springtime has begun,
Springtime has begun,
How I envy you your youth,
Now my day is done.

Frolic, play, my little ones,
While you're young and gay,
While you're young and gay,
Now it's spring, but wintertime
Is but a jump away.

Play, my dearest little ones,
Don't ever waste a thing,
Don't ever waste a thing,
Allow me, too, into the game,
May I join the ring?

Take no heed of my grey head
Does it disturb your play?
Does it disturb your play?
My soul is still so very young,
Much as yesterday.

My soul is still so very young,
And longing to be free—
And longing to be free—
Yearning to escape the cage
Of my anatomy.

Frolic, play, my little ones,
I, too, was once a boy,
I, too, was once a boy,
And I know that spring does end,
And with it all your joy.
ElysionMade of Lies



The English language version of a great song from way back, featuring the Italian composer "Zucchero" Fornaciari, the fine English English soul singer/songwriter Paul Young and pictures of the "English Rose" beauty Rosamund Pike !!! 

Senza Una Donna (Without a Woman)

Robert MilesChildren



Donald Byrd, Cristo Redentor



Quote:RIP Donald Byrd (From a Black Hippie and a Black Catholic Perspective)

It was 1963. That was a helluva year in retrospect.

JFK was assassinated at exactly the same time we at Our Lady of The Rosary Catholic School @ 63rd n Callowhill in West Philly were rehearsing for receiving the sacrament of The Holy Eucharist. They called it our First Holy Communion. Upon learning of the president’s death practice was aborted and we were sent home. To Catholics, JFK was like a saint.

In the midst of all of this solemnity the Gregorian Chant so associated with The Catholic Church played mournfully in the background of my life. Ironically it was also at this time that another music of equal solemnity joined what was already playing in my head. The tune was Cristo Redentor (Christ The Redeemer). The album was A New Perspective and the featured artist was a trumpet player named Donald Byrd
http://soul-patrol.com/rip-donald-byrd-f...rspective/


I didn't know Bob Davis was a Catholic (he saved my bacon on the internet once long ago)
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