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The music of the stars. Look at daylight wasting time.
Songs about time.
We're on the Civic Media Radio Network. Thank you for being here.
This was a big television hit in 1974.
Story about a football player and unfortunate one to be sure.
And Perry Coleman was the honors.
If by hands of time.
For hands that I could hold.
I'd keep them warm and in my hands.
They've not turned cold.
And in hand we choose.
The moments that should last.
The lovely moments that should have no future.
And no past.
The summer from the top of this wave.
The country and the sound of a love of one.
The innocence of leaves in this place.
But most of all the moments when love first touched me.
All the happy days.
Would never learn to fall.
Until the hands of time would choose to wait.
Good luck.
Oh.
The innocence of leaves in this place.
And most of all the moments when love first touched me.
All the happy days.
Would never learn to fall.
Until the hands of time would choose to wait.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Relax and enjoy music of the stars with Lou Rogani.
Relax and enjoy music of the stars with Lou Rogani.
Relax and enjoy music of the stars with Lou Rogani.
Relax and enjoy music of the stars with Lou Rogani.
Relax and enjoy music of the stars with Lou Rogani.
Relax and enjoy music of the stars with Lou Rogani.
Relax and enjoy music of the stars with Lou Rogani.
Relax and enjoy music of the stars with Lou Rogani.
Relax and enjoy music of the stars with Lou Rogani.
Relax and enjoy music of the stars with Lou Rogani.
Relax and enjoy music of the stars with Lou Rogani.
Relax and enjoy music of the stars with Lou Rogani.
Marilyn Bergman wrote those lyrics.
And Michelle LeGrand, the music, 1972, Jack Jones.
There comes the time when a man has to learn to walk along.
No stars above that will light him the way.
Then he must teach his heart to brave the lonely night.
Till the light of a bright new day.
There comes the time and a man has to face that time alone.
Dark though it means he must face it somehow.
And it is true, my friend.
The longest night must end.
And the finest day you've seen.
There's a way that's a time and a time is now.
Jack Jones with Marty Page is orchestra.
Good stuff, huh?
Doris Day, Andre Previn?
Give me time.
I'll give you rapture deep.
Time and time alone brings love into its own.
Give me time.
Let me do what must be done if you do.
Then love will capture deep.
Only time can cure love that must endure.
Give me time.
I played around.
It was a crazy game.
And since then I found that love is not so tame.
So I guess I'll take a chance on winning.
I have got to make a new beginning.
Give me time.
I'll give you love.
Give me time.
I'll give you rapture deep.
If you only knew what I'll give to you,
you'll give me time.
Give me time.
I'll give you love.
Give me time.
I'll give you rapture deep.
If you only knew what I'll give to you,
you'll give me time.
I'll give you rapture deep.
The music of the stars.
Hello Americans, I'm Paul Harvey, and this is the testing time.
We are being tested, you know, you and I individually and collectively.
The test isn't going to be all fun or all easy.
But if you'll hear me out, I think you'll agree you wouldn't want it any other way.
But we sat around in our councils of men, chewing our fingernails up past the elbow,
worrying about the hideous force which man had loosed on the world when he unharnessed the atom.
Now looking back, we can see that the nuclear weapon was a disguised blessing.
We're outnumbered by our potential enemies, seven to one, war with bay, and that's we couldn't win.
The big bomb was the equalizer, which cut the limitless hordes of Asia down to our size.
This awesome weapon stood between us and slavery.
And now we can see that an all wise old mighty entrusted this hideous instrument to our tiny fraction of the earth's population first,
not for our destruction, but for our deliverance.
Our problems are not new ones.
What are our problems? Death, war, and taxes.
There's nothing new about the first of these, nor about wars, hot or cold, wars never end.
Kane clobbered able with about a four pound club and men have been fighting ever since.
The only difference being that with each succeeding generation, the foot pounds of destructive energy,
which one man can deliver increased through the development of the crossbow, a catapult, gunpowder,
and the automatic weapons, the cannon, the airplane, the bomb, the blockbuster.
For thousands of years, the line on the chart measuring the foot pounds of destructive energy,
which one man can wield goes up in a slow, steady incline until August 1945.
And suddenly the line on the graph shoots for the stratosphere, for then there'd been thrust into the hands of man-a-weapon,
400 million times more lethal than anything ever before.
This has changed the complexion of war, but wars never end.
In the three and a half thousand years of recorded history,
fewer than eight percent of those years have been warless ones, and even in this eight percent of the time between the wars,
between the wars, which we have come to call cold wars, went on.
Nor is there anything new about these.
Quinter's Fabius Maximus, the Roman general, was the original Cold War kid.
I guess you could say the Romans nicknamed him the Comptator, meaning one who delays.
In March, in counter-March, he turned the battlefield into a parade ground, but he wouldn't fight.
Hannibal's getting ulcers, but he isn't getting shot.
They say one day old Fabius met the Carthaginians on the field, a battle, and he said dramatically,
well, what will it be, war or peace?
They said, but that time they were so bush-chasing him around,
didn't make much difference one way or the other.
So he said, then let it be war.
With a dramatic flourish, he flung his target of the ground,
and ran as fast as he could in the opposite direction.
Now there's nothing new about war as hot or cold.
Cold wars are waged by the forces of espionage and counter-espionage,
and history demonstrates that who wins this war between the wars,
generally determines who gets the drop on whom when somebody blows the whistle on a shooting match.
Now, however, with the major world powers armed with weapons of annihilation,
it is possible that for the first time in history, the Cold War between the wars may be perpetuated.
You see, when you and I were boys, we used to resolve our differences as boys with our fists,
and generally, you or I would come home with a black eye or a bloody nose,
but the difference was resolved.
We don't do it that way anymore.
Nowadays, though we try to pretend to our wives that we have some nobler motive,
the fact of the matter is that the only reason we don't fight with our fists anymore,
is that we are so increased in size and physical prowess,
we'd become so strong in the arms and so soft in the tummy,
that if we were to wage combat, somebody might get badly hurt.
Maybe somebody might get killed, it just wouldn't be worth it.
So now we resolve our differences by more matter it means.
Americans, it's their judgment of most thinking men,
that the great nation-states of the world have now approached such a position of physical strength,
physical prowess, but none will dare to attack the other.
If the initiation of the armed conflict is in itself a suicide act,
then a military standoff might conceivably be perpetuated
and doomsday postponed indefinitely.
This, however, presupposes that we're going to keep us strong.
That's us spelled U.S., strong in our arms and in our hearts.
Now then, what makes a nation strong?
Taxes? There's nothing new about those either.
The first income tax was paid by Abraham.
He was written on a rock by the hand of divinity and handed the Moses at the top of Mount Sinai.
And you might want to remember this, it was at the flat rate of 10%.
It promised the wrath of God on anybody who tampered with or violated that law.
Christ was born in Bethlehem because Joseph was on his way to pay his taxes.
Joseph was a relatively well-to-do landowner of the House of Lineage of David.
Yet the taxes exacted by Caesar Augustus were so exorbitant
that he didn't have enough money left over to employ a trusted messenger for the mission,
so though his wife was great with child, he made the journey himself.
Now here's a story of an ordinary man.
I didn't work in other fields.
We spelled victim to a governmental structure that he loved but never understood.
Listen well, this could have been you.
Come all you taxpayers and listen to me well.
I've a story that's very sad to tell.
Cragic, not a victim of the system of legislative acts.
They say Charlie cheated on his income tax.
Now Charlie's been a good man most all of his life.
He never even cheated on his wife.
Oh no, a pillar of society accredited to his folks.
And he died for he tell the dirty joke.
Charlie, Charlie, what did you do?
But in my team and government after you,
you must be guilty of an awful crime.
If you're worth so much civil service time.
Well, the trouble really started when he bought an old guitar.
Learned to play it like his favorite record star.
On moment and when he made $20 on an amateur show.
He declared it so his uncle salmon knows.
But the form that he used was a 10-20 sheet.
After five o'clock that form is obsolete.
And between the arms of 10 and 12 he used a W-2.
But on holidays you found an old few.
And Charlie, Charlie walks through the town.
And cause all that is hidden hanging down.
Disgrace and disarmed while friends turn their backs.
They can Charlie cheated on his income tax.
The judge at the trial said I understand her flight.
This time I'm bold to make the sentence lie.
As you judge, well Charlie stood and faced the bench.
And shed a graceful tear as they let him off with all in 90 years.
Charlie, Charlie victim of our crime.
Never even understood the nature of his crime.
A lesson to us all and we never can relax.
Let's take cause in her cheating on her income tax.
I've been working all the way around.
All the way around.
The music of the stars on W-R-J-N.
The saddest story last week was the loss of Jack Jones.
Lived on the desert in California, died at 86.
A victim of leukemia they said.
Jack Jones and Attribute on the music of the stars.
The resident dies at 86.
Fame singer in Coachella Valley resident Jack Jones died Wednesday night, his family announced.
He was 86 years old.
Jones is considered one of the most popular vocalists of the 1960s.
He is best known for hits like wives and lovers, lollipops and roses,
saying the theme to the loveboat, the popular ABC show that ran from 1977 to 1987.
Jones is a two-time Grammy award winner.
He was a regular fixture on the variety shows that aired across the 60s and 70s.
He acted in several films dating back to 1959.
Jones made notable cameos in films like Airplane 2, The Sequel, 1982, and American Hustle, 2013.
He spent the past several decades calling Coachella Valley home.
He has appeared at countless charity events including Christmas Tree Lane for Act 4 MS
and has helped raise millions of dollars for valley ventures throughout the years.
Jones celebrated his 80th birthday with a concert at the McCallan Theatre in Palm Desert.
In 2003, Jones was honored with a star on the Palm Springs Walk of Stars, located at 155 South Palm Canyon Drive.
He also has a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.
I shed no tears for my youth, none that blind me.
They're behind me now, where those sad times will never find me.
I have the loves of my life to remind me that the whole wide world was mine.
I feel at peace with all that surrounds me.
And the joy of these autumn days still astounds me.
Somehow the years of my youth seemed so endless.
Like a thousand dreams come true.
Meadows of summer green that I ran through.
And the girl who gave me the wall, loving us to turn to.
How little time from our first sweet beginning.
To our lonely lives goodbye.
But I've so many songs left unsung yet.
I'm young yet and my heart is all over young man.
A young man who doesn't want to die.
Jack Jones, Michelle LeGrand, this may be the saddest song ever sung.
Here is Jack Jones, Diocomati Young.
Why must I remember?
Why can't I simply close my eyes and go to sleep and make her disappear?
Why must I always hear?
Diocomati Young.
I still can hear her say.
Oh how much I love you.
Yet I walked away.
The wind began to blow.
And all the leaves went flying.
She stood there in the night.
And tried to keep from crying.
What could I have told her?
What could I say or do?
When love has lost its meaning, it's over, it's through.
So I hurried on for someone who was waiting to hold me in arms.
And endless celebrating.
But that was long ago.
And many loves had I, but only one was real.
And then I let slip away.
Diocomati Young.
Those were the words she said.
Oh how much I love you.
It still runs through my head.
I know it's much too late.
But I go right on free.
I know you have her back again.
So she could hear me say.
Diocomati Young.
God how much I love you.
Thank you.
Listen to the sounds of Winnipeg.
We will be hosting a worldwide contest to determine which nation's music truly deserves to be called the saddest in the world.
I'm not an American, I'm an infamaniac.
I'm an infamaniac.
I'm an infamaniac.
I'm an infamaniac.
I'm an infamaniac.
I'm an infamaniac.
I'm an infamaniac.
I'm an infamaniac.
I'm an infamaniac.
I'm an infamaniac.
The music of the stars on the civic media radio network.
I'm an infamaniac.
I'm an infamaniac.
I'm an infamaniac.
I'm an infamaniac.
I'm an infamaniac.
I'm an infamaniac.
I'm an infamaniac.
I'm an infamaniac.
I guess we should have known.
I guess we should have known.
I guess we should have known.
I guess we should have known.
I guess we should have known.
I guess we should have known.
I guess we should have known.
I guess we should have known.
I guess we should have known.
I love you that it seems so right.
But that was long ago.
Last night.
I guess we should have known.
I guess we should have known.
I guess we should have known.
I guess we should have known.
I guess we should have known.
I guess we should have known.
I guess we should have known.
I guess we should have known.
I guess we should have known.
I guess we should have known.
I guess we should have known.
I guess we should have known.
I guess we should have known.
I guess we should have known.
I guess we should have known.
I guess we should have known.
I guess we should have known.
I guess we should have known.
For me and I love you.
And I love you.
I'll never stop loving you.
Whatever else I may do my love for you.
I'll never stop loving you.
I'll never stop loving you.
Forever is through my heart will be the way it does each time we meet.
The night doesn't question the stars that appear in the skies.
So why should I question the stars that appear in my eyes?
Of this I'm more than just you.
My love will last and end.
I'll never know I'll never stop loving you.
Doris Dane, 1955 from Love Me or Leave Me.
These are the four lads, the music of the stars.
I'll never stop loving you.
Whatever else I may do my love for you will lift till time itself is through.
I'll never stop loving you.
And when forever is through my heart will be the way it does each time we meet.
The night doesn't question the stars that appear in the skies.
So why should I question the stars that appear in my eyes?
Of this I'm more than just you.
My love will last and end.
I'll never know I'll never stop loving you.
Of this I'm more than just you.
My love will last and end.
I'll never know I'll never stop loving you.
The music of the stars on W-R-J-N.
And now let's backster.
Whatever else I may do my love for you will lift till time itself is through.
I'll never stop loving you.
And when forever is through my heart will be the way it does each time we meet.
The night doesn't question the stars that appear in the skies.
So why should I question the stars that appear in my eyes?
Of this I'm more than just you.
My love will last and end.
I'll never know I'll never stop loving you.
The night doesn't question the stars that appear in the skies.
So why should I question the stars that appear in my eyes?
Of this I'm more than just you.
My love will last and end.
I'll never know I'll never stop loving you.
The music of the stars.
Let's backster in his orchestra in chorus.
Fame Singer and Coachella Valley resident Jack Jones died Wednesday night, his family announced.
He was 86 years old.
Jones is considered one of the most popular vocalists of the 1960s.
He is best known for hits like wives and lovers, lollipops and roses, and famously saying the theme to the loveboat,
the popular ABC show that ran from 1977 to 1987.
I work at night.
I stand in front of you and hold my notes up to the light.
I tune up all my secrets and hang them on my voice.
I have no other talent.
I have no other choice.
I am a singer.
I do the balance.
I do the blues.
You know no matter what I got a song for you to use.
I step inside my feelings and spread my story out.
And when the chorus calls me, it proves without a doubt I am a singer.
I remember every melody that ever has my way.
The last night's solo concert to my body, the high school play.
I remember every song book that I lived through page by page.
And how I came to love you once you're ready on the stage.
I'm a singer.
I sing your songs.
I bring the words to life and keep the beat where it belongs.
I work for your attention and wait for your applause.
You're happy by my music and I need your love because I am a singer.
I am a singer.
I am a singer.
I am a singer.
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