This week’s award goes to Neil Diamond, and the feature song is “Sweet Caroline”.
Where it began
I can’t begin to know when
But then I know its growin’ strong
Was in the spring
And spring became the summer
Who’d have believed you’d come along
Hands, touchin’ hands
Reachin’ out
Touchin’ me
Touchin’ you
Sweet Caroline
Good times never seemed so good
I’ve been inclined
To believe they never would
But now I
Look at the night
And it don’t seem so lonely
We fill it up with only two
And when I hurt
Hurtin’ runs off my shoulders
How can I hurt when holdin’ you
Warm, touchin’ warm
Reachin’ out
Touchin’ me
Touchin’ you
Sweet Caroline
Good times never seemed so good
I’ve been inclined
To believe they never would
Oh, no, no
Sweet Caroline
Good times never seemed so good
Sweet Caroline
I believed they never could
Sweet Caroline
Good times never seemed so good
Sweet Caroline
Monday and Tuesday of last week, and in particular approximately 3:30pm Tuesday, marked an important personal milestone for me. It also marked the end (or at least the start of the end) of a chapter of my life that I’m not particularly proud of. I’m not going to elaborate on what this is at the moment, I may feel like discussing it publicly in a few months from now…maybe.
I can count on one hand the number of people who know what I’m talking about…hopefully it will stay that way, but it’s up to them if they choose to tell. Right now I think the idea Clive Robertson keeps mentioning (a tell-all book released posthumously) sounds like a very good idea.
So, what does all of this have to do with the Musicians Of The Week award…well I was going to mention what I have just mentioned, and then run Steely Dan’s “Do It Again” as the award winner because a few lines of it are reflective of the ending chapter, but then I realised that Steely Dan’s “Do It Again” was an award winner last year, so it can’t win again. I didn’t want to let the opportunity to make a point of this event slip away, so I wrote all of that, and in case you’re wondering, these three lines of the song are the lines that relate to what I have described above.
Yeah you go back Jack do it again
Wheel turnin’ ’round and ’round
You go back Jack do it again
As much as I know that you, as a reader and effectively my audience, probably find my occasional lapses in to the cryptic (such as this) to be annoying or bewildering, and I don’t aim to bewilder you, it is fun!
Anyway, on to the award for this week. It has been noted by a couple emailers over the last few months that the alphabetical progression of the artists receiving my Musician(s) Of The Week award has disappeared. They are right, I have moved to a different system where I update a list of songs I want to feature as I think of them, and then select one of them at random each week. This week’s award goes to a group who have been waiting on the list for a couple months, Flash and the Pan, and the feature song is “Hey St. Peter”.
There are a couple reasons why the lyrics of this song should annoy me (I could add to that list if I lived in New York), but I’m quite sure that, like most songs, the lyrics don’t really mean an awful lot…and apart from that, the composition of this song is fantastic.
The morning was cold and lonely
City lights old and grey
The sun arose trying to smile
Gave it all away
The honky-tonk called a stranger
The stranger couldn’t pay the bill
Made a stand, raised his hand
Sang a song, no time to kill
I said, Hey, hey, hey, St. Peter
I’ve got a tale to tell
I’ve just been down in New York town
It really feels like hell
It really feels like hell
Billy was out of fashion
Manhattan was years ago
Yesterday he wasted time
Money was kind of slow
Billy had friends of glory
Billy was a friend of fame
Took a chance and raised his hand
Sang a song, now he’s back in the game
I said, Hey, hey, hey, St. Peter
I’ve got a tale to tell
I’ve just been down in New York town
It really feels like hell
It really feels like hell
I said, Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, St. Peter
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, St. Peter
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, St. Peter
It really feels like hell
It really feels like hell
Hey, St. Peter
Before you ring your bell
Just been down in New York town
Done my time in hell
Done my time in hell
I said, Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, St. Peter
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, St. Peter
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, St. Peter
It really feels like hell
It really feels like hell
It really feels like hell
This week’s award is presented as a tribute to the late Clinton Grybas. Clinton’s favourite song was “Shine” by Vanessa Amorosi, Vanessa performed this at Clinton’s funeral on Wednesday and as such she receives the award this week.
I would like to thank Steve Price for paying tribute to Clinton on Wednesday, and for allowing me a couple minutes to do the same.
You say that you never had a mum
And nobody needs you
So cry, so cry
You believe that life rolls by
Just to deceive you
By your time, by your time
You’re getting old
And the longer you take
The slower your pain will grow
It will grow, it will grow
You can close your eyes
And hope that when you open them
You’ve got a brand new life
Do you find, you can’t hide?
You can give your life
You can lose your soul
You can bang your head
Or you can drown in a hole
Nothing lasts forever
But you can try
Look around you
Everyone you see
Everyone you know
Is going to Shine
Shine
Grow up and make the best of what you’ve got
Of what you’ve got,
Of what you’ve got
The days are going by and you’re sittin’ on your arse
And you’re wondering why, why, why, yeah
You can give your life, or
You can lose your soul
You can bang your head
Or you can drown in a hole
Nothing lasts forever
But you can try
Look around you
Everyone you see
Everyone you know
Is going to Shine
You can bang your head
Or you can drown in a hole
Nothing lasts forever
But you can try
Look around you
Everyone you see
Everyone you know
Is going to Shine
You say that you never had a mum
And nobody needs you
So cry, so cry, so cry
You believe that life rolls by just to deceive you
By your time, well by your time
Your getting old
And the longer you take the slower you’ll pain will grow
It’ll grow, it’ll grow
You can close your eyes
And hope that when you open them
You’ve got a brand new life
You can give your life or
You can lose your soul
You can bang your head
Or you can drown in a hole
Nothing lasts forever
But you can try
Look around you
Everyone you see
Everyone you know
Is going to Shine
You can bang your head
Or you can drown in a hole
Nothing lasts forever
But you can try
Well look around you
Everyone you see
Everyone you know
Is going to Shine
This week’s award has a bit of a story to go with it.
I first heard this song when I was about ten years old. I was in year four at Ainslie Primary School and Julie Mayhew, the music teacher, was away. Her replacement was Mrs. Patricia Williams. Mrs. Williams was very interested in the music of the 1920s and 1930s and probably the related decades, and on this particular day (the first time I met her) she brought in her dancing wooden doll and taught us “Crazy Words–Crazy Tune” by Irving Aaronson & the Victor Commanders.
For one reason or another I thought this was the most boring music class I had ever attended, so I wasn’t particularly co-operative…I did, however, like the song. I’m fairly certain that we were only taught the chorus, and a modified, primary-school-friendly version at that, but I liked the song anyway. The version of the lyrics as I recall them:
Sits around, all day long
Sings the same words to every song
“Vo do de o, vo doe doe de o, doe.”
His ukulele, daily
How he’ll strum!
Vum vum vum!
Dancin’ and Prancin’
Then he’ll holler, “I’ve got it!”
(and repeat ad-nauseam)
Despite liking the song, I did not like Mrs. Williams. I don’t really know why any more, I just recall that I didn’t like her.
A few weeks later, Mr. Busch, my general year four teacher sent a note to the parents of all the students in his class to inform them that he was going to take a few weeks of long service leave and that Patricia Williams would be filling in for him. I did not make the connection between the person on the piece of paper and the music teacher at that time, possibly because I thought “Pat-rick-ee-a” was a very strange name.
Skip forward a couple weeks and Mr. Bush went on long service leave. By this time I had completely forgotten that he was going away. Before I got in to the classroom that morning, I was informed that “She’s here” by one of my classmates…once I recognised Mrs. Williams I became quite un-cooperative as I had previously decided that I didn’t like her.
Around 10am, possibly 10:30 (it as definitely before recess), Mrs. Williams pulled me aside for a conversation to find out why I was being so difficult. I informed her that I didn’t like her, to which she naturally asked “why?”, however the best explanation I could come up with at the time was “I just don’t”. She suggested that I should give her another chance, which I begrudgingly did, and by the end of the day I thought she was a wonderful teacher.
Over the remaining two and a bit years of my time at primary school Mrs. Williams filled in for various teachers, including an extended stint filling in for Julie Mayhew (the aforementioned music teacher) while I was in year six, and a time in the last week or so of year five where she filled in for one of the year two teachers and asked the deputy principal (Lindy Beeley) if I could join that class for a few days…Mrs Beeley asked me if I would like to spend a few days in Mrs. Williams’ class, an offer I wasn’t about to refuse, and so I did. Unfortunately I don’t remember much of that class, except one day where we had to find the longest word in the English language. According to Mrs. Williams it was “antidisestablishmentarianism”, although I’m not sure if that is still accurate.
Mrs. Williams and I were friends, and I remember introducing her to Mum one day when we bumped in to her in Civic (I’ll clarify that…I was walking with Mum, Mrs. Williams was walking in the other direction), and I remember Mrs. Williams was present on the day I graduated from primary school, I was in tears on that day because I didn’t want to leave primary school, I don’t remember what Mrs. Williams said to me except that it made me feel better.
I haven’t seen her or heard anything about her since. She was a very good teacher and I hope she is well.
Incidentally, whilst checking if Mrs. Beeley’s name has the third “e” in it or not, I found out that she is now a fully-fledged school principal at Florey Primary, a feat she deserves to be congratulated for. I wonder if she was the principal there in 2006…I worked for Belconnen Community Service for a couple months in 2006 and fixed a few computers in the After School Centre at Florey Primary. If I had known Mrs. Beeley was working there, I would have said hello.
Anyway, the winners of the Musicians Of The Week award this week are Irving Aaronson & the Victor Commanders, and the feature song is “Crazy Words–Crazy Tune”. As this song was published in 1926 the copyright has expired in Australia. I thank the Virginia University for their restoration of the music.
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Crazy words, crazy tune,
All that I ever hear him croon
“Vo do de o, vo doe doe de o, doe–doe doe doe.”
Sits around, all night long
Sings the same words to every song
“Vo do de o, vo doe doe de o, doe.”
His ukulele, daily
How he’ll strum!
Bum bum bum!
Vampin’ and stampin’
Then he’ll holler, “Black bottom!”
Crazy words, crazy tune,
He’ll be driving me crazy soon
“Vo do de o, vo doe doe de o, doe.”
Napoleon
Marched his men
To Waterloo
What did he say to them?
“Vo do de o, vo doe doe de o, doe.”
Oh, is that so?
Washington
At Valley Forge
‘Twas bitter cold and up spoke George
“Vo do do, vo doe doe de o, doe.”
No–you don’t say?
And Simon Legree
In Uncle Tom’s Cabin
What did he say to Uncle Tom?
I’ll tell you what he said,
He took his whip and said to Uncle Tom–
“C’mon, Charleston!”
And in the Senate
The other day
What did our President Coolidge say?
“Vo do do, vo doe doe de o, doe.”
I’m sorry to bring the mood of Christmas night down a notch, but I have just heard the dreadful news that Jim Angel, semi-retired radio newsreader, has died due to a stroke.
Jim Angel at 2SM in 1978. Picture courtesy Wayne Mac’s “Don’t Touch That Dial”. According to Wayne, Jim was Sydney’s longest serving radio journalist, working at 2SM, 2UE and 2GB and heard on relay on many regional New South Wales stations from 1964 to 2000.
According to 2UE program director Greg Byrnes who was talking to Clive Robertson about it a short time ago, Jim passed away last night (December 24).
I remember hearing Jim and his remarkable voice reading the news when I was younger, and I remember my high school music teacher commenting on his wonderful voice one morning.
It was written on the Southern Cross Syndication schedule for the John Laws Morning Show that John Laws would occasionally crash the news for an important guest. I think Jim Angel could very well be the only newsreader who has had his news bulletin crashed by a presenter, only to become the important guest. Courtesy of Fairfax’s MyTalk website, here is the famous occasion where John Laws crashed the 9:32 news update and got Jim Angel to sing Winchester Cathedral.
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Due to this news I am going to make a late change to tonight’s Musicians Of The Week award and dedicate it to the memory of Jim Angel, a man who was more than willing to provide his rendition of “Winchester Cathedral”, a song I think was best performed by Buckingham. Coincidentally I’m fairly certain that this was Jim’s preferred version.
Winchester Cathedral
You’re bringing me down
You stood and you watched as
My baby left town
You could have done something
But you didn’t try
You didn’t do nothing
You let her walk by
Now everyone knows just how much I needed that gal
She wouldn’t have gone far away
If only you’d started ringing your bell
Winchester Cathedral
You’re bringing me down
You stood and you watched as
My baby left town
After a couple hours going nuts trying to find a photo of Jim Angel anywhere online, it finally occurred to me that I have Wayne Mac‘s excellent book Don’t Touch That Dial in a book shelf downstairs, and if anything would have a photo of Jim, it would be that book. Sure enough a check of the index and a flick to the pages which mention Jim, and there was a nice big photo of him. Thanks Wayne, I owe you!
It was interesting searching online for the photo. Radioinfo, news.com.au and AAP Image haven’t got one…Jim’s voice, but not his photo, appears on the website of Highland FM, a community radio station he has been presenting Breakfast on recently, and Sky News’ website has a picture of John Laws.
Rest in peace Jim, and my deepest condolences to your family.
You may have noticed that I didn’t run a Musician(s) Of The Week award last week or yesterday. I did this so that I could save them up for today and tomorrow.
Today’s award goes to Chris Rea, the feature song is one which annoyed me to the point of switching it off when I first heard it, but has grown on me since, and I now think it is a great song. It’s “Driving Home For Christmas”.
I’m drivin’ home for Christmas
Oh, I can’t wait to see those faces
I’m drivin’ home for Christmas, yea
Well I’m movin’ down that line
And it’s been so long
But I will be there
I sing this song
To pass the time away
Drivin’ in my car
Drivin’ home for Christmas
It’s gonna take some time
But I’ll get there
Top to toe in tailbacks
Oh, I got red lights all around
But soon there’ll be a freeway, yea
Get my feet on holy ground
So I sing for you
Though you can’t hear me
When I get through
And feel you near me
(Drivin’ in my car)
I’m drivin’ home for Christmas
Drivin’ home for Christmas
With a thousand memories
I take look at the driver next to me
He’s just the same
Just the same
Top to toe in tailbacks
Oh, I got red lights all around
I’m driving home for Christmas, yea
Get my feet on holy ground
So I sing for you
Though you can’t hear me
When I get through
Oh and feel you near me
Drivin’ in my car
Drivin’ home for Christmas
Drivin’ home for Christmas
With a thousand memories
I take look at the driver next to me
He’s just the same
He’s drivin’ home
Drivin’ home
Drivin’ home for Christmas
Drivin’ home for Christmas
It’s hard to believe, but after all these years John Laws has switched off the golden microphone, hung up the golden headphones, and set off for his retirement with his wife Caroline.
I can’t think of any more fitting way to say goodbye to Lawsie, than by running the Musician Of The Week award early. Roger Miller, and the feature song is the one Lawsie has signed off with for years and years and years.
Goodbye and good luck John, I can’t say much more than to say that if I spend much longer writing this, the keyboard will short circuit because of the amount of liquid falling in to it right now. Goodbye John, and good luck.
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Let me be a little kinder
Let me be a little blinder
To the faults of those about me
Let me praise a little more
Let me be when I am weary
Just a little bit more cheery
Think a little more of others
And a little less of me
Let me be a little braver
When temptation bids me waver
Let me try a little harder
To be all that I should be
Let me be a little meeker
With the brother that is weaker
Let me think more of my neighbour
And a little less of me
Let me be when I am weary
Just a little bit more cheery
Let me serve a little better
Those that I am striving for
Let me be a little meeker
With the brother that is weaker
Think a little more of others
And a little less of me
This week I am giving the award to The Turtles, and, whilst this song has been performed by many artists, I particularly like the version by The Turtles, and therefore the feature song this week is “So Happy Together”.
I also spotted this animation of it a few weeks ago and found it to be quite amusing.
Imagine me and you, I do
I think about you day and night, it’s only right
To think about the girl you love and hold her tight
So happy together
If I should call you up, invest a dime
And you say you belong to me and ease my mind
Imagine how the world could be, so very fine
So happy together
I can’t see me lovin’ nobody but you
For all my life
When you’re with me, baby the skies’ll be blue
For all my life
Me and you and you and me
No matter how they toss the dice, it has to be
The only one for me is you, and you for me
So happy together
I can’t see me lovin’ nobody but you
For all my life
When you’re with me, baby the skies’ll be blue
For all my life
Me and you and you and me
No matter how they toss the dice, it had to be
The only one for me is you, and you for me
So happy together
This week the award goes to Mike Oldfield, and also to the vocalist of the feature song, Maggie Reilly. The feature song this week is the 1983 song Moonlight Shadow.
Moonlight Shadow has been covered by many artists since then (and it’s a great song so why wouldn’t it have been?) but I found the 2002 cover by German Euro-trance band Groove Coverage to be particularly interesting. They, despite the modernisations applied to the song, remained fairly true to the original, but quite oddly pronounced the “a.m” part of the line “Four a.m. in the morning” as the word “am” instead of the acronym pronunciation “Ay-Emm”.
The last that ever she saw him,
Carried away by a moonlight shadow (shadow).
He passed on worried and warning,
Carried away by a moonlight shadow (shadow).
Lost in a riddle that Saturday night,
Far away on the other side.
He was caught in the middle of a desperate fight
And she couldn’t find how to push through.
The trees that whisper in the evening,
Carried away by a moonlight shadow.
Sing a song of sorrow and grieving,
Carried away by a moonlight shadow (shadow).
All she saw was a silhouette of a gun,
Far away on the other side.
He was shot six times by a man on the run
And she couldn’t find how to push through.
I stay, I pray
See you in heaven far away.
I stay, I pray
See you in heaven one day.
Four a.m. in the morning,
Carried away by a moonlight shadow (shadow).
I watched (I watched) your vision forming,
Carried away by a moonlight shadow (shadow).
Stars roll slowly in a silvery night,
Far away on the other side.
Will you come to terms with me this night,
But she couldn’t find how to push through.
I stay, I pray
See you in heaven far away.
I stay, I pray
See you in heaven one day.
Far away on the other side.
Caught in the middle of a hundred and five.
The night was heavy and the air was alive,
But she couldn’t find how to push through.
This week’s award goes to Bobby Pickett, and the feature song is the rather amusing 1962 hit narrated by a mad scientist, “The Monster Mash”
I was working in the lab late one night
When my eyes beheld an eerie sight
For my monster from his slab began to rise
And suddenly to my surprise
He did the mash
He did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
He did the mash
It caught on in a flash
He did the mash
He did the monster mash
From my laboratory in the castle east
To the master bedroom where the vampires feast
The ghouls all came from their humble abodes
To get a jolt from my electrodes
They did the mash
They did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
They did the mash
It caught on in a flash
They did the mash
They did the monster mash
The zombies were having fun
The party had just begun
The guests included Wolf Man
Dracula and his son
The scene was rockin’, all were digging the sounds
Igor on chains, backed by his baying hounds
The coffin-bangers were about to arrive
With their vocal group, “The Crypt-Kicker Five”
They played the mash
They played the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
They played the mash
It caught on in a flash
They played the mash
They played the monster mash
Out from his coffin, Drac’s voice did ring
Seems he was troubled by just one thing
Opened the lid and shook his fist
And said, “Whatever happened to my Transylvania twist?”
It’s now the mash
It’s now the monster mash
The monster mash
And it’s a graveyard smash
It’s now the mash
It’s caught on in a flash
It’s now the mash
It’s now the monster mash
Now everything’s cool, Drac’s a part of the band
And my monster mash is the hit of the land
For you, the living, this mash was meant too
When you get to my door, tell them Boris sent you
Then you can mash
Then you can monster mash
The monster mash
And do my graveyard smash
Then you can mash
You’ll catch on in a flash
Then you can mash
Then you can monster mash
This week’s award goes to Carole King, and the feature song is “It’s Too Late”.
Stayed in bed all morning just to pass the time
There’s something wrong here
There can be no denying
One of us is changing
Or maybe we’ve just stopped trying
And it’s too late baby, now it’s too late
Though we really did try to make it
Something inside has died and I can’t hide
And I just can’t fake it
Oh no no no no no
It used to be so easy living here with you
You were light and breezy
And I knew just what to do
Now you look so unhappy
And I feel like a fool
And it’s too late baby, now it’s too late
Though we really did try to make it (make it)
Something inside has died
and I can’t hide it
And I just can’t fake it
Oh no no
There’ll be good times again for me and you
But we just can’t stay together
Don’t you feel it too
Still I’m glad for what we had
And how I once loved you
But it’s too late baby, now it’s too late
Though we really did try to make it (make it)
Something inside has died and I can’t hide
And I just can’t fake it
Oh no no no no no
It’s too late
Baby, it’s too late
Now darling, it’s too late
This week’s award goes to Steely Dan. Steely Dan were an interestingly unconventional group, and the lyrics of the feature song this week, Do It Again, could probably be described as “odd”.
In the mornin’ you go gunnin’
For the man who stole your water
And you fire till he is done in
But they catch you at the border
And the mourners are all singin’
As they drag you by your feet
But the hangman isn’t hangin’
And they put you on the street
Yeah you go back Jack do it again
Wheel turnin’ ’round and ’round
You go back Jack do it again
When you know she’s no high climber
Then you find your only friend
In a room with your two timer
And you’re sure you’re near the end
Then you love a little wild one
And she brings you only sorrow
All the time you know she’s smilin’
You’ll be on your knees tomorrow
Yeah you go back Jack do it again
Wheel turnin’ ’round and ’round
You go back Jack do it again
Now you swear and kick and beg us
That you’re not a gamblin’ man
Then you find you’re back in Vegas
With a handle in your hand
Your black cards can make you money
So you hide them when you’re able
In the land of milk and honey
You must put them on the table
Yeah you go back Jack do it again
Wheel turnin’ ’round and ’round
You go back Jack do it again
This week the award goes to Olivia Newton-John and completes the series of two songs used by 2CC’s production department when they put together a rather amusing promo for the Mike Welsh promo during the week where I was actively pondering whether or not to run for parliament.
The feature song, if you haven’t already guessed, is “Sam”.
I heard that you’re on your own now
So am I
I’m living alone now
I was wrong
So were you
What will you do?
Are you glad to be free?
Are you feeling lost just like me?
Longing for company
Oh Sam, Sam, you know where I am
Come around and talk awhile
I need your smile
You need a shoulder
Oh Sam, Sam, you know where I am
And the door is open wide
Come on inside
Longing to see you
Oh Sam, Sam, you know where I am
I find the days hard to face now
Empty rooms
There’s much too much space now
And the nights go so slow
I’m sure you know
Wish I knew what to do
It would be so nice seeing you
And it might help you too
Oh Sam, Sam, you know where I am
Come around and talk awhile
I need your smile
You need a shoulder
Oh Sam, Sam, you know where I am
And the door is open wide
Come on inside
Longing to see you
Oh Sam, Sam, you know where I am
Oh Sam, you know where I am
Oh Sam, ooh Sam
You know, you know
You know where I am
During the week where I was still deciding whether or not to stand for parliament, Michael from the 2CC production department put together a rather amusing audio piece containing snippets of my original discussion with Mike Welsh on the issue, and two songs. The artists behind the first song get the musicians of the week award this week, and you’ll find out about the second song next week.
So, the musicians of the week award this week goes to T-Rex, and the feature song is Telegram Sam.
Oooh, oh man, oooh
Telegram Sam, Telegram Sam, you are my main man
Golden Nose Slim, Golden Nose Slim
I knows where you been oh
Purple Pie Pete, Purple Pie Pete
You’re lips are like lightning girls melt in the heat, yeah
Telegram Sam you’re my main man
Telegram Sam you’re my main man
Oh, ooh
Bobby’s alright, Bobby’s alright
He’s a natural born poet, he’s just outta sight
Jungle faced Jake, jungle faced Jake
I say make no mistake about jungle faced Jake, Jake
Telegram Sam you’re my main man
Telegram Sam you’re my main man
Oooh, Samson and Christoph, what a pair!
Bobby’s alright, Bobby’s alright
He’s a natural born poet, he’s just outta sight
Automatic shoes, automatic shoes
Give me 3D-vision and the California Blues
And me I funk but I don’t care
I ain’t no square with my corkscrew hair
Telegram Sam you’re my main man
Telegram Sam you’re my main man
Telegram Sam you’re my main man
Oh, do-do do-do do-do, oh
Telegram Sam, Telegram Sam
I’m a howling wolf an’ I whoo-hoo-hoo
Telegram Sam, I’m a howling wolf an’ I whoo-hoo-hoo …..
Telegram Sam, I’m a howling wolf an’ I whoo-hoo-hoo …..
Telegram Sam, I’m a howling wolf an’ I whoo-hoo-hoo …..
This week the award goes to Creedance Cleerwater Revival, and the feature song is Have You Ever Seen The Rain.
Someone told me long ago
There’s a calm before the storm
I know, it’s been comin’ for some time
When it’s over so they say
It’ll rain a sunny day
I know, shinin’ down like water
I want to know, have you ever seen the rain?
I want to know, have you ever seen the rain?
Comin’ down on a sunny day?
Yesterday and days before
Sun is cold and rain is hard.
I know, been that way for all my time.
‘Til forever on it goes
Through the circle fast and slow,
I know, it can’t stop, I wonder.
I want to know, have you ever seen the rain?
I want to know, have you ever seen the rain?
Comin’ down on a sunny day?
Yeah
I want to know, have you ever seen the rain?
I want to know, have you ever seen the rain?
Comin’ down on a sunny day?
