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Post by Sam on Oct 31, 2007 11:42:47 GMT -6
Love Potion Number Nine
The Clovers, The Searchers
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 Sam on Oct 31, 2007 11:45:32 GMT -6
"Gypsy Woman"
(As recorded by Brian Hyland)
CURTIS MAYFIELD
From nowhere through a caravan
Around a campfire light
A lovely woman in motion with hair as dark as night
Her eyes were like that of a cat in the dark
They hypnotized me with love.
She was a gypsy woman
She was a gypsy woman.
She danced around and 'round to a guitar melody
From the fire her face was all aglow
How she enchanted me
Oh how I'd love to hold her near
And kiss and forever whisper in her ear.
I love you gypsy woman
I love you gypsy woman.
All through the caravan
She was dancing with all the men
Waiting for the rising sun, everyone was having fun
I hate to see the lady go, knowing she'll never know
That I love her, I love her.
Gypsy woman
I love you gypsy woman
I love you gypsy woman
I love you gypsy woman
I love you gypsy woman.
(c) Copyright 1961 by Curtom Publishing Company.
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Post by Sam on Oct 31, 2007 12:04:33 GMT -6
EAGLES LYRICS
"Witchy Woman"
Raven hair and ruby lips
sparks fly from her finger tips
Echoed voices in the night
she's a restless spirit on an endless flight
wooo hooo witchy woman, see how
high she flies
woo hoo witchy woman she got
the moon in her eye
She held me spellbound in the night
dancing shadows and firelight
crazy laughter in another
room and she drove herself to madness
with a silver spoon
woo hoo witchy woman see how high she flies
woo hoo witchy woman she got the moon in her eye
Well I know you want a lover,
let me tell your brother, she's been sleeping
in the Devil's bed.
And there's some rumors going round
someone's underground
she can rock you in the nighttime
'til your skin turns red
woo hoo witchy woman
see how high she flies
woo hoo witchy woman
she got the moon in her eye.....
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Post by anirbas on Oct 31, 2007 15:24:33 GMT -6
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Post by anirbas on Oct 31, 2007 15:27:17 GMT -6
the above comment was in reference to you saying you chickened out on reading your poem at open mic night...just now saw all the withy witchie songs you left for me to find...
all three of them are some of my ALL TIME FAVORITES!!!!!!!!!!
wanders out humming Witchy Woman which she heard on the radio earlier dodging
in and out of highway traffic...
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Post by Sam on Nov 2, 2007 9:29:44 GMT -6
I am an invisible person, don't you know that by now?  ? I am going to the town hall meeting next week. they are talking about smoking on campus. I can get riled up about that, quick!! Usually all it takes, is one intelligent remark from me and then I turn into E.F. Hutton. ha Love, Sam |
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Post by anirbas on Nov 3, 2007 19:03:29 GMT -6
A song commemorating Hallowe'en, I remember from grade school
taught to us by Miss Payne, the music teacher.
It is sang in two parts, boys singing the first part, girls singing the second part...
Can't remember the title, just the song...
~*~
Boys:
"Why, oh, why
must you always
ride upon a broomstick, a broomstick?
Why, oh, why
must you always
ride upon a broomstick, a broomstick?"
Girls:
"I like to fly
and so that's why
I ride upon a broomstick, a broomstick.
I like to fly
and so that's why
I ride upon a broomstick, a broomstick."
Question: Has anyone else ever heard this song or sang it in grade school? Just curious...
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Post by Sam on Nov 7, 2007 16:19:35 GMT -6
Ah........no. Sam  |
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Post by Sam on Oct 9, 2008 11:49:55 GMT -6
Well, hello!! As we approach our holiday seasons again! I just left the bookstore on campus. I found the perfect book for Kiefer and Ava to get them going about Halloween. It is called 'Pumpkin Day, Pumpkin Night'. I like these lines: "Almost all the leaves have blown away. The trees stretch their bare, black limbs across the sky. I can see every single star up there, I think. "Look, Mom," I say. "The stars are so bright." The stars in the sky are very bright, that's true. But they're not as bright as my pumpkin! It glows a fiery orange on a dark and starry night. My perfect pumpkin grins at the big round moon white and bright way up in the sky, while all the little pumpkins turn to pie." Cute, huh? I can hardly wait to read it to them! Happy Haunting! Sam |
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Post by anirbas on Oct 9, 2008 15:43:38 GMT -6
Yes, cute it is!
Did you know,
there is such
a thing as a
white pumpkin?
Odd looking
because
it's not orange...
We are selling
them at the store...
Weird, huh?
I used to love
reading my kids books
when they were small...
Wish I could read some books
to my two grandsons, too...
But, the little cuties
are so very far away...
So, read to those grandbabies
for the both of us, lady!!!!!!!!!
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Post by Sam on Oct 27, 2008 6:52:33 GMT -6
Happy Halloween Joke ...
Two brooms were hanging in the closet and after a while they got to know
each other so well, they decided to get married.
One broom was, of course, the bride broom, the other the groom broom.
The bride broom looked very beautiful in her white dress. The groom
broom was handsome and suave in his tuxedo. The wedding was lovely.
After the wedding, at the wedding dinner, the bride-broom leaned over
and said to the groom-broom, "I think I am going to have a little whisk
broom!"
"IMPOSSIBLE !" said the groom broom.
Are you ready for this? Brace yourself; this is going to hurt!!! !! !
"WE HAVEN'T EVEN SWEPT TOGETHER!"
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Oh for goodness sake... Laugh, or at least groan.
Life's too short not to enjoy... Even these silly ...little
cute............. And clean jokes!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sounds to me like she's ........ been .... sweeping around!!!
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Post by anirbas on Oct 28, 2008 17:03:41 GMT -6
gigglegigglegigglegiggle...
you so funny, honey!
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