y un diente de oro que cuando ríe se ve brillando.
Como a tres cuadras de aquella esquina una mujer
va recorriendo la acera entera por quinta vez
y en un zaguán entra y se da un trago para olvidar
que el día está flojo y no hay clientes pa' trabajar.
Un carro pasa bien despacito por la avenida,
no tiene marcas pero todos saben que es policía.
Pedro Navaja, las manos siempre dentro del gabán
mira y sonríe y el diente de oro vuelve a brillar.
Mientras camina pasa la vista de esquina a esquina,
no se ve un alma, está desierta toda la avenida,
no se ve a nadie y esa mujer sale del zaguán
y Pedro Navaja aprieta un puño dentro del gabán.
Mira pa' un lado, mira pa'l otro y no ve a nadie
y a la carrera Pedro sin ruido cruza la calle
y mientras tanto en la otra acera va la mujer
refunfuñando pues no hizo pesos con qué comer.
Mientras camina del viejo abrigo saca un revolver, esa mujer,
y va a guardarlo en su cartera pa' que no estorbe,
un 38 "Smith and Wheson" del especial
que carga encima pa' que la libre de todo mal.
Y Pedro Navaja puñal en mano le fue pa' encima,
el diente de oro iba alumbrando toda la avenida,
mientras reía el puñal hundía sin compasión
cuando de pronto sonó un disparo como un cañón.
Y Pedro Navaja cayó en la acera mientras veía a la mujer
que revolver en mano y de muerte herida a él le decía:
"Yo que pensaba hoy no es mi día, estoy sal'á,
pero Pedro Navaja, fíjate tú, tú estás en n'á'".
Y creanme gente que aunque hubo ruido nadie salió, no hubo curiosos, no hubo preguntas, nadie lloró, sólo un borracho con los dos cuerpos se tropezó, cogió el revolver, el puñal, los pesos y se marchó.
Iba pensando, se fue cantando desafinao
el coro que aquí les traje, mira el mensaje de mi canción:
Sorpresas te da la vida, la vida te da sorpresas, ay Dios,
Pedro Navaja mató en una esquina,
quien a hierro mata a hierro termina...
La vida te da sorpresas, sorpresas te da la vida ay Dios.
Maleante pescador, mal anzuelo que tiraste,
en vez de una sardina un tiburón enganchaste.
La vida te da sorpresas, sorpresas te da la vida ay Dios.
Cinco millones de historias tiene la ciudad de Nueva York.
La vida te da sorpresas, sorpresas te da la vida ay Dios.
Como decía mi abuelita:
El que rie ultimo ríe mejor.
La vida te da sorpresas, sorpresas te da la vida ay Dios.
Cuando lo manda el destino no lo cambia ni el más bravo,
si naciste pa' martillo del cielo te caen los clavos.
La vida te da sorpresas, sorpresas te da la vida ay Dios.
Barrio de guapos cuida'o en la acera
Cuida'o camara'a que el que no corre vuela.
La vida te da sorpresas, sorpresas te da la vida ay Dios.
Como en una novela de Kafka
el borracho dobló por el callejón.
"La vida te da sorpresas, sorpresas te da la vida" ¡ay, Dios!...
[This message was edited by AdiosMiCorazon on July 20, 2002 at 10:53.]
[This message was edited by AdiosMiCorazon on July 20, 2002 at 10:55.]
By the corner of the old neighborhood I saw him pass,
With the same strut that all the street thugs have
Both hands always in his overcoat pocket
So that not one knows which side is carrying the knife.
Wearing a wide-brimmed hat, halfway to the side and tennis shoes that, if there is a problem,
he can fly off.
Hés got on dark glasses, so that you dont know where hés looking
And one gold tooth, and when he smiles you see it glitter.
Three blocks away from that to corner there is a woman Shés pacing the sidewalk for the 5th Time
She goes into a bar and get's to drink to forget
That this is a slow day and there were no clients.
A car passes slowly along the avenue,
It's unmarked, but everyone knows that it's the police.
Pedro Navaja, his hands still in his coat pockets,
looked and smiled, his gold tooth shining.
Looking both ways, he didn't see anyone,
And moving quickly, but quietly, there he crossed the street.
Meanwhile, the woman is coming from the to other side. Complaining because she didn't make any money to eat. While she walked, she took out a gun out of her old coat to and tucked it in her purse, so it won't get in the way.
A 38 "Smith and Wesson" the Sat Night Special
That she carries with to her to free to her from all evil
And Pedro Navaja, knife in hand, went up to to her,
His gold took lighting up the whole avenue,
while he laughed, he sunk the knife in her with not compassion,
when suddenly a sound, like to Cannon...
... There he fell to the sidewalk, looking AT the woman who, with the gun in her hand, mortally wounded, said to him:
"And I was thinking: This isn't my day, Ím out of luck,
but Pedro Najava, yoúre worse off, you ain't nothing ".
And believe me people, although there was noise, not one came out.
There was no curiousity, there were no questions, not one cried.
Just one drunk, who stumbled over the bodies,
Picked up the gun, the knife, the money, and marched off.
And stumbling away, there he sang out-of-tune,
The chorus, that I have brought you, and the message of my song:
"life gives you surprises, surprises is what you get from life" Oh God...
... the corner bully, that lives by the steel dies by the steel...
... Wicked fisherman, you threw bad bait,
and instead of a sardine, you hooked a shark...
... 5 million stories in the City of New York...
My grandmother says:"He who laughs last, laughs best "...
... When destiny you has been determined, even the brave can't change it,
If you were born to be hammered, the nails will fall from the sky...
... Thugs out there, be careful on the streets, Be careful friend,
Everyonés got something up to their sleeve
Like in the Kakfa novel, the drunk turned down an alley...
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Sure thing. The posting is the easy part.. the hard part is coming up with the song. Most of the time the song you want to post is an MP3.. like what you can get from file sharing programs like Kazaa, Bear Share, Morpheus or a whole host of others that are available of the web for free.
So now you have an MP3 song you like and would like to post it. Well.. you'll see that I rarely post the MP3 because folks with dial up internet connections can't click on the link I provide and hear the song in one piece.. it takes too long to download.
So, I convert the MP3 to a low quality WAV file and it's the WAV file I post. So you also need a music converter that can convert the MP3 to a WAV. There are several available for free on the internet. I use DbPoweramp and it works fine for me but I sent it to someone who can't seem to get it to work right. Seems it won't convert to a low enough WAV file. I'll have to ask Krys and Bluzeman what they use.
But OK.. now you've got the WAV file you want to post. The first thing you have to do is upload that file to your ISP's web server that they give you for a home page. Yeah, lots of folks don't even know that they have space to use for a home page but nearly all ISP's provide at least 5 meg of space. You just need to find out from them where that space is located.
Then you upload the WAV file to that server using what is called an FTP client. There again.. there are free ones out there on the internet for download. So once you've uploaded the file.. now you're ready to link to it in a post. Let's say you're using Road Runner as your ISP and your file is located at htttp://midsouth.rr.com/dbdbdb and the file's name is goodone.wav then what you post is <a href=http://midsouth.rr.com/dbdbdb/goodone.wav><B>HERE!</B></a>.
And voila! You'll see the link. Krys had a bit of a learning curve doing this but she finally got the hang of it. I'm available to talk you through the whole process if you'd like.
Re:"i have a cable modem thru the cable company, i can't think of their name right now. is that who gives me the home page ?"
That's right! I also have a modem connection through Road Runner and they offer a measly 5 meg but that's enough for several WAV files. I guess you'll have to go to that cable company's home page and read the FAQ's about what they offer in the way of home pages. There should also be information there about the FTP client you'll need to upload the files. More than likely they offer a free one for downloading.
I guess posting songs was a little bit more complicated than you expected? It's really not that tough.
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Ruben Blades (yes the actor)
Por la esquina del viejo barrio lo vi pasar
con el tumba'o que llevan los guapos al caminar,
las manos siempre en los bolsillos de su gabán
pa' que no sepan en cual de ellas lleva el puñal.
Usa sombrero de ala ancha de medio lado
y zapatillas por si hay problemas salir vola'o,
lentes oscuros pa' que no sepan que está mirando
y un diente de oro que cuando ríe se ve brillando.
Como a tres cuadras de aquella esquina una mujer
va recorriendo la acera entera por quinta vez
y en un zaguán entra y se da un trago para olvidar
que el día está flojo y no hay clientes pa' trabajar.
Un carro pasa bien despacito por la avenida,
no tiene marcas pero todos saben que es policía.
Pedro Navaja, las manos siempre dentro del gabán
mira y sonríe y el diente de oro vuelve a brillar.
Mientras camina pasa la vista de esquina a esquina,
no se ve un alma, está desierta toda la avenida,
no se ve a nadie y esa mujer sale del zaguán
y Pedro Navaja aprieta un puño dentro del gabán.
Mira pa' un lado, mira pa'l otro y no ve a nadie
y a la carrera Pedro sin ruido cruza la calle
y mientras tanto en la otra acera va la mujer
refunfuñando pues no hizo pesos con qué comer.
Mientras camina del viejo abrigo saca un revolver, esa mujer,
y va a guardarlo en su cartera pa' que no estorbe,
un 38 "Smith and Wheson" del especial
que carga encima pa' que la libre de todo mal.
Y Pedro Navaja puñal en mano le fue pa' encima,
el diente de oro iba alumbrando toda la avenida,
mientras reía el puñal hundía sin compasión
cuando de pronto sonó un disparo como un cañón.
Y Pedro Navaja cayó en la acera mientras veía a la mujer
que revolver en mano y de muerte herida a él le decía:
"Yo que pensaba hoy no es mi día, estoy sal'á,
pero Pedro Navaja, fíjate tú, tú estás en n'á'".
Y creanme gente que aunque hubo ruido nadie salió, no hubo curiosos, no hubo preguntas, nadie lloró, sólo un borracho con los dos cuerpos se tropezó, cogió el revolver, el puñal, los pesos y se marchó.
Iba pensando, se fue cantando desafinao
el coro que aquí les traje, mira el mensaje de mi canción:
Sorpresas te da la vida, la vida te da sorpresas, ay Dios,
Pedro Navaja mató en una esquina,
quien a hierro mata a hierro termina...
La vida te da sorpresas, sorpresas te da la vida ay Dios.
Maleante pescador, mal anzuelo que tiraste,
en vez de una sardina un tiburón enganchaste.
La vida te da sorpresas, sorpresas te da la vida ay Dios.
Cinco millones de historias tiene la ciudad de Nueva York.
La vida te da sorpresas, sorpresas te da la vida ay Dios.
Como decía mi abuelita:
El que rie ultimo ríe mejor.
La vida te da sorpresas, sorpresas te da la vida ay Dios.
Cuando lo manda el destino no lo cambia ni el más bravo,
si naciste pa' martillo del cielo te caen los clavos.
La vida te da sorpresas, sorpresas te da la vida ay Dios.
Barrio de guapos cuida'o en la acera
Cuida'o camara'a que el que no corre vuela.
La vida te da sorpresas, sorpresas te da la vida ay Dios.
Como en una novela de Kafka
el borracho dobló por el callejón.
"La vida te da sorpresas, sorpresas te da la vida" ¡ay, Dios!...
[This message was edited by AdiosMiCorazon on July 20, 2002 at 10:53.]
[This message was edited by AdiosMiCorazon on July 20, 2002 at 10:55.]
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Ruben Blades
By the corner of the old neighborhood I saw him pass,
With the same strut that all the street thugs have
Both hands always in his overcoat pocket
So that not one knows which side is carrying the knife.
Wearing a wide-brimmed hat, halfway to the side and tennis shoes that, if there is a problem,
he can fly off.
Hés got on dark glasses, so that you dont know where hés looking
And one gold tooth, and when he smiles you see it glitter.
Three blocks away from that to corner there is a woman Shés pacing the sidewalk for the 5th Time
She goes into a bar and get's to drink to forget
That this is a slow day and there were no clients.
A car passes slowly along the avenue,
It's unmarked, but everyone knows that it's the police.
Pedro Navaja, his hands still in his coat pockets,
looked and smiled, his gold tooth shining.
Looking both ways, he didn't see anyone,
And moving quickly, but quietly, there he crossed the street.
Meanwhile, the woman is coming from the to other side. Complaining because she didn't make any money to eat. While she walked, she took out a gun out of her old coat to and tucked it in her purse, so it won't get in the way.
A 38 "Smith and Wesson" the Sat Night Special
That she carries with to her to free to her from all evil
And Pedro Navaja, knife in hand, went up to to her,
His gold took lighting up the whole avenue,
while he laughed, he sunk the knife in her with not compassion,
when suddenly a sound, like to Cannon...
... There he fell to the sidewalk, looking AT the woman who, with the gun in her hand, mortally wounded, said to him:
"And I was thinking: This isn't my day, Ím out of luck,
but Pedro Najava, yoúre worse off, you ain't nothing ".
And believe me people, although there was noise, not one came out.
There was no curiousity, there were no questions, not one cried.
Just one drunk, who stumbled over the bodies,
Picked up the gun, the knife, the money, and marched off.
And stumbling away, there he sang out-of-tune,
The chorus, that I have brought you, and the message of my song:
"life gives you surprises, surprises is what you get from life" Oh God...
... the corner bully, that lives by the steel dies by the steel...
... Wicked fisherman, you threw bad bait,
and instead of a sardine, you hooked a shark...
... 5 million stories in the City of New York...
My grandmother says:"He who laughs last, laughs best "...
... When destiny you has been determined, even the brave can't change it,
If you were born to be hammered, the nails will fall from the sky...
... Thugs out there, be careful on the streets, Be careful friend,
Everyonés got something up to their sleeve
Like in the Kakfa novel, the drunk turned down an alley...
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Adios...........you are a dear, and just in case you haven't heard this today.............
you are worth the last breath of Jesus' earthly life, and the purety of his resurrected one!!!!!
xoxoxo
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Artist: Kenny Wayne Shepherd
Album: Unknown
Song: Blue On Black
night
falls and i'am alone
skin
yeah chilled me to the bone
you
turned and you ran
oh yea
oh slipped
right from my hand
Blue on black
tears on a river
push on a shove
it don't mean much
Joker on jack
match on a fire
cold on ice
as a dead man's touch
Whisper on a scream
doesn't mean a thing
won't bring you back
blue on black
blind
oh now i see
truth
lies and inbetween
wrong
can't be undone
slipped
from the tip of your tongue
Blue on black
tears on a river
push on a shove
it don't mean much
Joker on jack
match on a fire
cold on ice
as a dead man's touch
Whisper on a scream
doesn't mean a thing
won't bring you back
blue on black
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Artist Lynyrd Skynyrd
Album Pronounced Leh-Nerd Skin-Nerd
Song Simple Man
Mama told me when I was young
Come sit beside me, my only son
And listen closely to what I say.
And if you do this
It will help you some sunny day.
Take your time... Don't live too fast,
Troubles will come and they will pass.
Go find a woman and you'll find love,
And don't forget son,
There is someone up above.
(Chorus)
And be a simple kind of man.
Be something you love and understand.
Be a simple kind of man.
Won't you do this for me son,
If you can?
Forget your lust for the rich man's gold
All that you need is in your soul,
And you can do this if you try.
All that I want for you my son,
Is to be satisfied.
(Chorus)
And be a simple kind of man.
Be something you love and understand.
Be a simple kind of man.
Won't you do this for me son,
If you can?
Boy, don't you worry... you'll find yourself.
Follow you heart and nothing else.
And you can do this if you try.
All I want for you my son,
Is to be satisfied.
(Chorus)
And be a simple kind of man.
Be something you love and understand.
Be a simple kind of man.
Won't you do this for me son,
If you can?
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TIME, LOVE AND TENDERNESS
MICHAEL BOLTON
So you say that you can't go on
Love left you cryin'
And you say all your hope is gone
And what's the use in tryin'
What you need is to have some faith
Shake off those sad blues
Get yourself a new view
Oh, nothing is a sad as it seems, you know
'Cause someday you'll laugh at the heartache
Someday, you'll laugh at the pain
Somehow you'll get through the heartache
Somehow you can get through the rain
CHORUS:
When love puts you through the fire
When love puts you through the test
Nothing cures a broken heart
Like time, love and tenderness
When you think your world is over
Baby just remember this
Nothing heals a broken heart
Like time, love and tenderness
Time, love and tenderness
I understand how you're feeling now
And what you've been through
But your world's gonna turn around
So baby don't you be blue
All it takes is a little time
To make it better
The hurt won't last forever
Oh, all the tears are gonna dry you know
'Cause someday you'll laugh at the heartache
Someday you'll laugh at the pain
You may be down on your luck
But baby that old lucks gonna change
CHORUS:
Baby, oh baby you just need some
You just need some
Time, love and tenderness
Time, love and tenderness
The hurt ain't gonna last forever
Time, love and tenderness
Time, love and tenderness
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Desperado
Authors: Healey and Frey
Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
You've been out ridin'fences for so long, now.
Oh, you're a hard one, I know that you've got your reasons,
but these things that are pleasin' you can hurt you somehow.
Don't you draw the queen of diamonds, boy
she'll beat you if she's able
you know the queen of hearts is always your best bet.
Now it seems to me some fine things
have been laid upon your table
but you only want the ones that you can't get.
Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no younger.
Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home.
And freedom, oh freedom, well, that's just some people talkin',
your prison is walking through this world all alone.
Don't your feet get cold in the wintertime?
When the sky won't snow and the sun won't shine,
It's hard to tell the nighttime from the day.
You're loosin' all your highs and lows.
Ain't it funny how the feelin' goes away?
Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
Come down from your fences, open the gate.
It may be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you.
You better let somebody love you
You better let somebody love you
before it's too late.
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George Strait
I got sent home from school one day
With a shiner on my eye
Fighting was against the rules
And it didn't matter why
When dad got home I told the story
Just like I'd rehearsed
And then stood there on my trembling knees
And waited for the worst
He said, "Let me tell you a secret
About a father's love
A secret that my daddy said
Was just between us
He said, daddies don't just love their children
Every now and then
It's a love without end, amen
It's a love without end, amen."
When I became a father
In the spring of '81
There was no doubt that stubborn boy
Was just like my father's son
And when I thought my patience
Had been tested to the end
I took my daddy's secret
And I passed it on to him
I said, "Let me tell you a secret
About a father's love
A secret that my daddy said
Was just between us
I said, daddies don't just love their children
Every now and then
It's a love without end, amen
It's a love without end, amen."
Last night I dreamed I'd died
And stood outside those pearly gates
And suddenly, I realized
There must be some mistake
If they know half the things I've done
They'll never let me in
And a voice spoke from the other side
And I heard those words again
He said, "Let me tell you a secret
About a father's love
A secret that my daddy said
Was just between us
He said, daddies don't just love their children
Every now and then
It's a love without end, amen
It's a love without end, amen."
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Bridge Over Troubled Waters
When you're weary, feelin' small
When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all.
I'm on your side, Oh, when times get rough
And friends just can't be found.
Like a bridge over troubled waters
I will lay me down.
Like a bridge over troubled waters
I will lay me down.
When you're down and out, when you're on the street
When evening falls so hard, I will comfort you.
I'll take your part, Oh when darkness comes
And pain is all around
Like a bridge over troubled waters
I will lay me down.
Like a bridge over troubled waters
I will lay me down.
Sail on children, sail on by
Your time has come to shine, all their dreams are on their way
See how they shine, Oh when you need a friend
I'm sailing right behind
Like a bridge over troubled waters
I will ease your mind
Like a bridge over troubled waters,
I will ease your mind.
I'll ease your mind
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Firebee,
Enjoyed your e-mail.. now for a limited time only, click HERE! Why don't some of you guys visit us on the 'Nostalgia' thread in the Greasespot Gallery And Reading Room? We've got tunes galore!
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Thank you, Sudo
Thank you
see my post in the Open forum. It took 4 days to compose
Thank you again............and thanks to all who visit here
ps. I turned the speakers up real loud
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All You Need Is Love
Beatles
There's nothing you can do that can't be done.
Nothing you can sing that can't be sung.
Nothing you can say, but you can learn
How to play the game -
It's easy.
All you need is love, all you need is love, All you need is love, love. Love is all you need. Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love. All you need is love, all you need is love, All you need is love, love. Love is all you need
Nothing you can make that can't be made.
No one you can save that can't be saved.
Nothing you can do, but you can learn How to be you in time -
It's easy.
All you need is love, all you need is love, All you need is love, love. Love is all you need. Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love. All you need is love, all you need is love, All you need is love, love. Love is all you need.
There's nothing you can know that isn't known.
Nothing you can see that isn't shown.
There's nowhere you can be that isn't where You're meant to be -
It's easy.
All you need is love, all you need is love, All you need is love, love. Love is all you need. All you need is love. (All together now). All you need is love. (Everybody). All you need is love, love. Love is all you need. Love is all you need. Love is all you need...
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Ottis Redding
(Sittin' On) The Dock Of The Bay
Sittin' in the mornin sun
I'll be sittin when the evenin' come
Watchin the ships roll in
Then I watch 'em roll away again
Yea
I'm sittin on the dock of the bay
watchin the time roll away
Ooh
I'm just sittin on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time
I left my home in Georgia
Headed for the Frisco Bay
Cause I had nothin to live for
And look Like nothin's gonna come my way
So I'm just goin to sit on the dock of the bay
Watchin the time roll away
Ooh
I'm sittin on the dock the dock of the bay wastin time
Look pop nothin's goin to change
everything still remains the same
I can't do what ten people tell me to do
So I guess I'll remain the same
Yes
Sittin' here restin my bones
And this loneliness won't leave me alone
Yes
2000 miles I roam
Just to make this dock my home
Now I'm jus' gon' sit at the dock of a bay
watchin the time roll away
Ooh
Sittin On the dock of the bay wastin' time
Whistle 23 seconds
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Cindy!
Enrique Iglesias
Let me be your hero
Would you dance
If I asked you to dance?
Would you run
And never look back?
Would you cry
If you saw me crying?
And would you save my soul, tonight?
Would you tremble
If I touched your lips?
Would you laugh?
Oh please tell me this.
Now would you die
For the one you loved?
Hold me in your arms, tonight.
I can be your hero, baby.
I can kiss away the pain.
I will stand by you forever.
You can take my breath away.
Would you swear
That you'll always be mine?
Or would you lie?
would you run and hide?
Am I in too deep?
Have I lost my mind?
I don't care...
You're here tonight.
I can be your hero, baby.
I can kiss away the pain.
I will stand by you forever.
You can take my breath away.
Oh, I just want to hold you.
I just want to hold you.
Am I in too deep?
Have I lost my mind?
Well I don't care...
You're here tonight.
I can be your hero, baby.
I can kiss away the pain.
I will stand by you forever.
You can take my breath away.
I can be your hero.
I can kiss away the pain.
And I will stand by you forever.
You can take my breath away.
You can take my breath away.
I can be your hero.
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Josh Groban
Music: Richard Marx
Lyrics: Linda Thompson
Who can say for certain
Maybe you're still here
I feel you all around me
Your memories so clear
Deep in the stillness
I can hear you speak
You're still an inspiration
Can it be
That you are mine
Forever love
And you are watching over me from up above
Fly me up to where you are
Beyond the distant star
I wish upon tonight
To see you smile
If only for awhile to know you're there
A breath away's not far
To where you are
Are you gently sleeping
Here inside my dream
And isn't faith believing
All power can't be seen
As my heart holds you
Just one beat away
I cherish all you gave me everyday
'Cause you are mine
Forever love
Watching me from up above
And I believe
That angels breathe
And that love will live on and never leave
Fly me up
To where you are
Beyond the distant star
I wish upon tonight
To see you smile
If only for awhile
To know you're there
A breath away's not far
To where you are
I know you're there
A breath away's not far
To where you are
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A WHITER SHADE OF PALE
Procol Harum
(Keith Reid/Gary Brooker)
as recorded by Procol Harum
We skipped the light Fandango
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kind of seasick
But the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
The waiter brought a tray
And so it was that later
As the Miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
She said there is no reason
And the truth is plain to see
But I wandered through my playing cards
And would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
They might just as well've been closed
And so it was that later
As the Miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
She said "I'm home on shore leave"
Though in truth we were at sea
So I took her by the looking glass
And forced her to agree
Saying, "You must be the mermaid
Who took Neptune for a ride"
But she smiled at me so sadly
That my anger straight 'way died
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Ex,
Here's your song... Click HERE! now why don't you guys join us on the 'Nostalgia' thread in the Greasespot Gallery And Reading Room forum? We take requests, you know, and have a lot of fun!
P.S. Great tune!
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thanks sudo, i will probably take another shot at your thread
will you teach me how to post a song too
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Yea, teach me how to as well
Please, please, pretty please
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Firebee and Ex,
Sure thing. The posting is the easy part.. the hard part is coming up with the song. Most of the time the song you want to post is an MP3.. like what you can get from file sharing programs like Kazaa, Bear Share, Morpheus or a whole host of others that are available of the web for free.
So now you have an MP3 song you like and would like to post it. Well.. you'll see that I rarely post the MP3 because folks with dial up internet connections can't click on the link I provide and hear the song in one piece.. it takes too long to download.
So, I convert the MP3 to a low quality WAV file and it's the WAV file I post. So you also need a music converter that can convert the MP3 to a WAV. There are several available for free on the internet. I use DbPoweramp and it works fine for me but I sent it to someone who can't seem to get it to work right. Seems it won't convert to a low enough WAV file. I'll have to ask Krys and Bluzeman what they use.
But OK.. now you've got the WAV file you want to post. The first thing you have to do is upload that file to your ISP's web server that they give you for a home page. Yeah, lots of folks don't even know that they have space to use for a home page but nearly all ISP's provide at least 5 meg of space. You just need to find out from them where that space is located.
Then you upload the WAV file to that server using what is called an FTP client. There again.. there are free ones out there on the internet for download. So once you've uploaded the file.. now you're ready to link to it in a post. Let's say you're using Road Runner as your ISP and your file is located at htttp://midsouth.rr.com/dbdbdb and the file's name is goodone.wav then what you post is <a href=http://midsouth.rr.com/dbdbdb/goodone.wav><B>HERE!</B></a>.
And voila! You'll see the link. Krys had a bit of a learning curve doing this but she finally got the hang of it. I'm available to talk you through the whole process if you'd like.
sudo
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wow thank you sudo
???? i have web space ????
i have a cable modem thru the cable company, i can't think of their name right now. is that who gives me the home page ?
at work i have DSL thru the telephone company i guess
okay, i'm going to have to do a little work on this
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Ex,
Re:"i have a cable modem thru the cable company, i can't think of their name right now. is that who gives me the home page ?"
That's right! I also have a modem connection through Road Runner and they offer a measly 5 meg but that's enough for several WAV files. I guess you'll have to go to that cable company's home page and read the FAQ's about what they offer in the way of home pages. There should also be information there about the FTP client you'll need to upload the files. More than likely they offer a free one for downloading.
I guess posting songs was a little bit more complicated than you expected? It's really not that tough.
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Thanks for the info. I still use the old "dial-up" dinosaur, but I guess it should work with that as well.
Bellsouth doesn't have high speed access in my area yet.
Thanks again?
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Led Zeppelin
Stairway To Heaven
There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven.
When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.
Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven.
There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it makes me wonder.
There's a feeling I get when I look to the west,
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees,
And the voices of those who standing looking.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it really makes me wonder.
And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter.
If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now,
It's just a spring clean for the May queen.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on.
And it makes me wonder.
Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know,
The piper's calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.
And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll.
And she's buying a stairway to heaven.
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