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Music of the stars, back on the air, all the way to high noon.
This is the Civic Media Radio Network.
This singer is sick of winter.
Winter is still three weeks off.
Oh no, there goes my weekend.
Ha ha.
Edie Gourmet, hang tight, hang tight, Don Costa.
On the first warm day, on the first warm day in May, I hope you call a call in and bring me a big bouquet.
On the first warm night, that the moon is shining bright.
We won't be a much like talking, so kiss me and hold me tight.
Then we'll fly blowing, and there'll be me for cherry tree, where all is still you say.
Marry me on the first warm day, on the first warm day in May, and we'll teach the birds and bees a thing or two long.
See how I love you.
It's just about time for the trees to bud, the rains to come and the Greeks to fly,
and just about time I confess to you the things I am busting to do.
Then we'll fly blowing, and there'll be me for cherry tree, where all is still you say.
Marry me on the first warm day, on the first warm day in May,
and we'll show those birds and bees a thing or two long.
As the tide, they rush me away.
If I think it's warm now, it'll really be warm away.
On the first warm day, they said it couldn't be done.
Can't you hear those bells, those golden bells?
Marry me on the first warm day in May, and we'll teach the birds and bees a thing.
They lie in bootheels all through the west.
They outlaws, the gunslingers, the bill of the kids and worse.
Say I fell out like the coward that shot Bill Hickock in the back.
There's always one like that in every time of history.
Most of them were varments, but every once in a while in one of them, they may have lived a man.
He lay face down on the desert sand, clutching his six gun in his hand.
Shot from behind, I thought he was dead, where under his heart was an ounce of lead.
But a spark still burns, so I used my knife, and late that night I saved the life of Ringo.
Ringo!
I nursed him till the danger passed, the days went by, he mended fast,
and then from dawn till setting sun, he practiced with that deadly gun.
An hour on hour I watched in awe, no human being could match the draw of Ringo.
Ringo! Ringo!
One day we rode the mountain crest, and I went east, and he went west.
I took to law and war a star, while he spread terror near and far,
with lead and blood he gained such fame all through the west.
They feared the name of Ringo.
Ringo! Ringo!
I knew someday I'd face the test, which one of us would be the best,
and sure enough the word came down that he was holed up in the town.
I left the posse out on the street, and I went in alone to meet Ringo.
Ringo! Ringo!
They said my speed was next to none, but my lightning draw had just begun.
When I heard a blast that stung my wrist, the gun went fly for my fist,
and I was looking down the board of the deadly 44 of Ringo.
Ringo! Ringo! Ringo!
They say that was the only time that anyone had seen him smile.
He slowly lowered his gun, and then he said to me,
we're even friends, and so at last I understood that there was still a spark of good in Ringo.
Ringo! Ringo! Ringo!
I blocked the path of his retreat, he turned and stepped into the street,
a dozen guns, spit fire and lead.
A moment later, he laid dead.
The town began to shout and cheer.
Nowhere was the shed of tear for Ringo.
Ringo! Ringo!
The story spread throughout the land that I had beaten Ringo's hand,
and it was just the years they say that made me put my guns away.
But on his grave, they can't explain the tarnished star above the name of Ringo.
Ringo! Ringo! Ringo! Ringo!
Lauren Green, who else?
The music of the stars.
He sat me down in the desert sand with a Coleman scissors in his hand.
As he cut my hair, he sat on the best, the fastest barber in the west.
I asked him where he'd gone to school, he said I studied in Liverpool.
I lived four kids called beetles there, and I gave my life just to cut the hair of Ringo.
Ringo! Ringo! Ringo!
I met him next in the old town square, a voice was calling numbers there.
The crowd was tense, listening hard, each one had some beans in a card.
The voice called five, then fourteen, they covered each number with a lime of bean.
Five beans in a row means a bullet in the head.
Because the way out west you can wind up dead playing Bingo.
Ringo! Ringo!
Later that day about high noon I saw him walk into the town saloon
where the dancehall girl they called coquette looked to me like he was getting stinko.
Ringo! Ringo!
He was laughing and having so much fun, you know thought he was watching an old rerun of Bingo.
Bingo! Bingo!
And he went to the jukebox feeling jolly, put on a record of Hello Dolly by Satchmo.
Satchmo! Satchmo!
He said I look soft, but underneath I'm so tough that I brush my teeth with brillo.
Ringo! Ringo!
Well I looked in his glass to see what he had, what booze can drive a man so mad.
But there was no booze in his glass at all.
Just ice cream, the kind they call pistachio.
pistachio.
pistachio must be dynamite.
He lived for Liverpool that night, for destiny had called him there, and he had to cut that Ringo's hair.
But something went wrong, as I reckon you know, if you saw the news not long ago,
was that barber become a pistachio nut, and he plunked for God when he went there to cut.
And he sent this cable gram, collect to me.
Guess who performed that taunt select to me on Ringo?
The music of the stars on WRJN.
Alan Sherman at its 100th birthday today.
Alan Sherman at its 100th birthday today.
Alan Sherman, quite a guy, and did you enjoy our Thanksgiving program?
It's been saved on podcast all five hours from last week.
Check it out on civicmedia.us and enjoy it's something I want to play for you too.
It's a Thanksgiving grace at dinner time by, well let me tell you who that is.
The music of the stars and I've got Alan Sherman on what's my line?
The music of the stars and I've got Alan Sherman on what's my line?
The music of the stars and I've got Alan Sherman on what's my line?
The music of the stars and I've got Alan Sherman on what's my line?
He wasn't just a satirist.
He was also a producer.
He produced, I've got a secret.
The most creative guy had his own show and his records stopped selling.
So they canceled him.
What a shame when a guy with his talent wasn't able to get any more work on Capitol Records.
And on my next piece, hit star of the hit musical What Makes Family Run.
The wonderful Steve Lauren.
It rained all that parade.
Sorry to hear that.
I was like the work of Gary Busy, how about you?
I was ever a Buddy Holly fan but he had a nail on the Buddy Holly star.
An Oscar performance, completely overlooked.
Here's Gary Busy as Buddy Holly.
Thank you, thank you.
Hello.
How are you doing?
Oh man, I feel pretty good.
I just talked to my wife.
Let's do true love ways first.
True love ways.
Thank you very much.
It's good to be in Clear Lake Iowa.
It's pretty cold up here though.
Hello.
I haven't done this in a while.
I'm a little nervous so I'm going to play the hardest thing I know for someone real special.
Here we go, true love ways.
One, two, three, four.
Just you know why.
Why you and I.
We'll buy and buy.
No true love ways.
Sometimes we'll sigh.
Sometimes we'll cry.
And we'll know why.
Just you and I.
No true love ways.
Throughout the day.
Our true love way.
You'll bring us through to share with those who really care.
Sometimes we'll sigh.
Sometimes we'll cry.
And we'll know why.
Just you and I.
No true love ways.
Go ahead, play one.
King Curtis.
Through out the day.
Our true love way.
We'll bring us joy.
To share with those who really care.
Sometimes we'll sigh.
Sometimes we'll cry.
And we'll know why.
Just you and I.
True love ways.
Gary Bucy.
Just you know why.
And this is budding himself.
Why you and I.
We'll buy and buy.
No true love ways.
Sometimes we'll sigh.
Sometimes we'll cry.
And we'll know why.
Just you and I.
No true love ways.
Throughout the day.
Our true love ways.
You'll bring us joy.
To share with those who really care.
Sometimes we'll sigh.
Sometimes we'll cry.
And we'll know why.
Just you and I.
No true love ways.
Through out the day.
Our true love ways.
We'll bring us joy.
To share with those who really care.
Sometimes we'll sigh.
Sometimes we'll cry.
And we'll know why.
Just you and I.
No true love ways.
Sometimes we'll cry.
Sometimes we'll blow.
Honeymooners at last alone.
Feeling far above.
All how lucky we are.
I like it to you.
And you give to me.
True love.
True love.
So on and on.
It'll always be.
True love.
True love.
For you and I.
Have a guardian angel on high.
With nothing to do.
But to give to you.
And to give to me.
Love forever too.
For you and I.
Have a guardian angel on high.
With nothing to do.
But to give to you.
And to give to me.
Love forever too.
Love forever too.
Bing Crosby Grace Kelly in 1956 from high society.
My dad one time said what kind of a song is that?
You give it to me.
I think he was kidding.
Songs about true love.
On the first day of Christmas my true love came to me.
A Japanese transistor radio.
On the second day of Christmas my true love came to me.
Green book about pajamas.
It's a Nakashuma.
A calendar book with the name of my insurance man.
It's the Mark IV model.
On the fourth day of Christmas my true love came to me.
A calendar book with the name of my insurance man.
It comes in a leatherette case with holes in it so you could listen right through the case.
On the fifth day of Christmas my true love came to me.
A statue of a naked lady with a clock where her stomach ought to be.
A calendar book with the name of my insurance man.
And a Japanese transistor radio.
And it has a wire with a thing on one end that you could stick in your ear.
And a thing on the other end that you can't stick anywhere because it's bent.
On the sixth day of Christmas my true love came to me.
A hammered over when I'm not tracker.
And all that other stuff.
And a Japanese transistor radio.
On the seventh day of Christmas my true love came to me.
A pink sap and pillow that says San Diego with fringe all around it and all that other stuff.
And a Japanese transistor radio.
On the eighth day of Christmas my true love came to me.
And indoor plastic birdbath.
And a Japanese transistor radio.
On the ninth day of Christmas my true love came to me.
A pair of teak wood shower clocks.
And a Japanese transistor radio.
On the tenth day of Christmas my true love came to me.
A chromium combination manicure scissors and cigarette lighter.
And a Japanese transistor radio.
On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love came to me.
An automatic vegetable slicer that works when you see it on television but not when you get it home.
And a Japanese transistor radio.
On the twelfth day of Christmas although it may seem strange.
On the twelfth day of Christmas I'm going to exchange.
An automatic vegetable slicer that works when you see it on television but not when you get it home.
A pair of teak wood shower clocks.
Pink sap and pillow that says San Diego with fringe all around it.
Statue of a naked lady with a clock where her stomach ought to be.
Calendar with the name of my insurance man.
And a Japanese transistor radio.
Thank you very much.
Thank you very much.
Thank you very much.
Thank you very much.
Thank you very much.
Thank you very much.
Thank you very much.
Glenn Miller and the real March American Patrol swinging out of course as Glenn knew how to do.
But let me tell you that a sad note it's going to be 80 years in a week or so that we lost Glenn and Glenn was lost.
America's greatest.
It says a lot that the music is still played and loved today.
God bless Glenn Miller and those with him as we enjoy his music today.
American Patrol.
We're going to get into that too and salute him in a couple of weeks right here.
The music of the stars.
This is from a movie you may have forgotten about.
The music of the star.
The movie has come to the stable.
Some people think this picture is like an answer to the bells of St. Mary.
Well what it is a couple of French nuns.
They're already young.
Celeste home.
Trying to make good on a wartime promise a pledge to build a hospital in New England.
And the church is not supporting them.
And all they have is their faith to drive them on.
Now it's based on a story by Claire Booth Lewis.
Her daughter died a few years earlier.
And Lewis was prompted to embrace the church.
Now as I mentioned the film is forgotten today.
It's got to do with gangsters really.
Thomas Gomez from New York.
And he helps the nuns because he lost somebody too.
And the story.
His son.
A casualty of World War II.
And who Marlon.
He's a composer.
It doesn't like the idea of the nuns trying to build a hospital near him.
His neck of the country.
And the song of a church named
A lot of the sidelines is plagiarism, oh really it's a lot different than
Miracle on 34th Street come to the stable it's kind of a reflection on our
a reactions to World War Two. It's all about sacrifices made and and the greater good.
And it's set near Bethlehem, Bethlehem, Connecticut that is.
The picture was directed by Henry Coster, got seven Academy Award nominations, seven.
And Alfred Newman wrote a song the song is through a long and sleepless night that was nominated for an
Oscar but it lost out to baby it's cold outside from Neptune's daughter. Now the picture
has got a lot to do with plagiarism. Cyril Mockridge writes the music and he uses Alfred
Newman's work on the song of Bernadette. Good picture. 1945 is kind of a model and it
well an optimistic picture kind of codering up a hopeful theme symbolizing the goodness of
these two women in their divine mission. Then he goes to the heart of the mysticism that seems to
well remove all the roadblocks to their goal of building a hospital for sick kids.
And at one point there's a bishop marveling at their accomplishments
and he says to his assistant something tells me there's an irresistible force let loose in New
years. Oh yes I was telling about plagiarism what's that all about. Well the tune through a long
and sleepless night it's obviously well you don't know that yet but you will in a moment
lifted from Gregorian chant. Now it's not plagiarism if you use Gregorian chant but in the story
and stories take that Hollywood mentality. Humarlo the composer finds out that this beautiful
promising tune that he has just written is already being sung by the nuns during worship at
church. And one of his friends that you stole that that's Gregorian chant. Well I'll let you be the
judge. See a lot of people wonder who wrote the music and films. I mean really.
But these guys worked on deadlines and sometimes shortcuts were invaluable.
Here's Bobby Darren the music of the stars.
Through a long and sleepless night I whispered your name through a long and sleepless
night of who is to blame can help but wonder if you're lonely too
as I lie there and toss about so it'll loss about you
I wish my heart would be my memories alone
why must I be dreamed we live the joy we've known
I pray that someday along we'll see the light
when you take the side of the wall I beg my heart to be blessed all through and all the
so long and sleepless night
Bobby Darren Richard West Orchestra and here it is from come to the stable in church by Gregorian choir
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all love will see the light
till then in tick-tock signs
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Peggy Lee, Alfred Newman's Music
an interview with Alan Sherman on the Mike Douglas program
what do you say?
Who's you to now?
A brilliant young guy who just wrote a Broadway show
but he's here to perform one of his latest recordings for us
Mr. Alan Sherman
Super dupe dupe dupe dupe dupe dupe dupe dupe dupe dupe dupe dupe dupe dupe dupe
strange things in my soup
that's what I found there little tiny things
move around there looking down I see
they're looking up at me
strange things can be seen
they're scattered sparsely strange things that are green
but are not parsley in my bowl they've made
they're little aqua cake
soup was meant to be completely free of all extraneous debris
except for now and then a noodle or some rice
but these things are nice see them swimming splashing thriving
oh my god they're scuba diving
in my bouillet face I looked and then I saw a tiny face
with large antennae and I heard him say
hmm the soup is good today
I let out a hoop
I hollered waiter there are strangers in my soup
and when he came I said now I'm a connoisseur
I ordered soup to sure
he said look I'm just a waiter
you need an exterminator
and when you ordered soup to sure
I knew you dug soup I brought the soup to sure
today it's bug soup that explains the crop
of strangers in your soup
soup be dupe dupe dupe
Helen Sherman today 100 years old
the strangers in my soup
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