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Pardon me if I'm sentimental when we say goodbye
Don't be angry with me should I cry
Now when you're gone, yet I'll dream a little dream as years go by
Now and then, there's a fool such as I
Now and then, there's a fool such as I am over you
You taught me how to love and now
You say that we are through
I'm a fool but I'll love you dear until the day I die
Now and then, there's a fool such as I
Now and then, there's a fool such as I
Now and then, there's a fool such as I am over you
You taught me how to love and now you say that we are
I'm a fool but I'll love you dear until the day I die
Now and then, there's a fool such as I
Now and then, there's a fool such as I
Now and then, there's a fool such as I
Now and then, there's a fool such as I
The king is great. But that bass backup singer is insane.
IN A GREAT WAY!!!
Oh, he's not dead. I just saw him at my local deli eating a peanut butter and banana sandwich.
Was it fried? If not, it wasn't him.
But my rating is ONLY 7 so I Skip
[mastication = chewing] From The Institute for the Psychology of Eating website: (click here)
Have you ever wondered why crunchy foods are so popular, why advertisers promote products on the basis of crunchiness – “super crunchy,” “extra crunchy,” “stays crunchy even in milk”? Have you noticed that whenever you eat your favorite brand of potato chips, pretzels, or crackers, they each have a similar degree of crunchiness? What advertisers understand and capitalize on is that crunching and chewing are primal activities, inborn urges dating back to the first life-forms that ever “crunched” on each other.
So important is the level of crunch that many years ago, potato-chip manufacturers developed a sophisticated apparatus to measure the perceived level of crunch that consumers hear in their heads. The most pleasurable decibel levels were deciphered, and potato chips were subsequently manufactured to these standard orgasmic crunch levels.
From a psychophysiologic perspective, chewing and crunching are natural outlets for inborn aggression.
Maybe the Resurrected Dead One is actually onto something .... ?
Oh, he's not dead. I just saw him at my local deli eating a peanut butter and banana sandwich.
For me - it was WTMA in Charleston,South Carolina - 1973
Thank you, westslope! Hope everything is groovy for you these days! Everybody in my mushrooming multitude of elevators loves to hear my father sing this marvelous song... we be dancing like happy hippies... love sex, drugs, and rock 'n roll... time flies when we're having fun...
It does, doesn't it? Happens from time to time and it always hurts a little. But then again, we can't really expect Bill to sit in front of the mic 24/7 for a free station, can we?
Same with the re-use of some of the segments. A steady listener will detect those from time to time, and feel kind of "cheated" ... but again, we don't pay (much) for his work, and also it would be kind of a waste to only play these great sequences only once.
Oops. Yes. That was a repeated music set, with mis-spoken intro. Sorry about that.
Auto-shuffle? No. We choose to repeat music segments rather than let auto-anything control what plays.
I LIKE THE FOOL THREAD STEELY DAN NOW ELVIS U COULD GO ALL DAY JUST ON THAT ALONE LOL BEATLES FOOL ON THE HILL ECT / ROCK ONhe said it was from 1979
I guess you're more of a Lawrence Welk person.
I miss my dad so much... it is always quite poignant to hear him sing a cover of this song written by Bill Trader and originally recorded by Hank Snow in 1953...
everybody in my alien space craft loves this song...
hope you be having some delicious public mastication as pumpkin time approaches, kcar... Grateful We're Not Dead...
The saga of Lazarus continues...
I am just a humble rum-running stud... just a ho ho ho... hope you be having a very merry Friday...
it squeezes my gizzards to hear my father sing... miss him so much... love this song even more than public mastication gratification...
My father was of German, Scottish, French, Jewish and Cherokee ancestry... his father had several low-paying jobs, including sharecropper and truck driver... his mother worked as a sewing machine operator... they met in Tupelo, Mississippi, and eloped to Pontotoc County where they married on June 17, 1933... my dad was born January 8, 1935, in a two room house, built by his father, in East Tupelo... my dad had an identical twin who was stillborn... my dad grew up as an only child and was very close to his momma...
In 1938, my grandfather was jailed for an eight dollar check forgery... while my grandfather was incarcerated, my grandmother lost the family home... my dad was bullied at school; classmates threw rotten fruit and stuff at him because he was different— he was quiet and he stuttered and they called him a "mama's boy"...
In 1946, my father got his first guitar, and the rest is history... he wound up in Memphis, Tennessee, where dad went to record stores that had jukeboxes and listening booths, playing old records and new releases for hours... my father was an audience member at the all-night black and white "gospel sings" downtown... Memphis Symphony Orchestra concerts at Overton Park were another favorite for my dad, along with the Metropolitan Opera...
my mother grew up in an area in Memphis called Germantown, which was right next to my father's property... people used to climb trees in my mother's yard to peer into my father's property... my mother met my father one day in January of 1962 while she was out for a walk in the neighborhood... my mother saw nothing but stars in my father's eyes, and he seduced her... it was just a one-night-stand... my father was soon on tour, and my mother realized she had become pregnant... she quickly married another man, because back in those days a pregnant single woman was a social taboo...
I was born in Memphis, at a hospital two blocks from the Mississippi River... we did not stay in Memphis for long, so I don't remember much... the man my mother married adopted me as his son, and they did not tell me the truth until I was 12 years old, living far away from my father... I sent my true father many letters, but I never heard from him, and he died about a month before I turned 15 years old, before I was old enough to visit him on my own... rest in peace, father...
love this song...
Prince Lazarus, I presume?
of rock and roll? yeah, 
CHUCK BERRY.
better singer, dancer
, all around better music maker 
. his biggest hurdle? not being of the 
honkustrypuss.
( or dare I say it BO DIDDLY )
Lazarus wrote:
My father was of German, Scottish, French, Jewish and Cherokee ancestry... his father had several low-paying jobs, including sharecropper and truck driver... his mother worked as a sewing machine operator... they met in Tupelo, Mississippi, and eloped to Pontotoc County where they married on June 17, 1933... my dad was born January 8, 1935, in a two room house, built by his father, in East Tupelo... my dad had an identical twin who was stillborn... my dad grew up as an only child and was very close to his momma...
In 1938, my grandfather was jailed for an eight dollar check forgery... while my grandfather was incarcerated, my grandmother lost the family home... my dad was bullied at school; classmates threw rotten fruit and stuff at him because he was different— he was quiet and he stuttered and they called him a "mama's boy"...
In 1946, my father got his first guitar, and the rest is history... he wound up in Memphis, Tennessee, where dad went to record stores that had jukeboxes and listening booths, playing old records and new releases for hours... my father was an audience member at the all-night black and white "gospel sings" downtown... Memphis Symphony Orchestra concerts at Overton Park were another favorite for my dad, along with the Metropolitan Opera...
my mother grew up in an area in Memphis called Germantown, which was right next to my father's property... people used to climb trees in my mother's yard to peer into my father's property... my mother met my father one day in January of 1962 while she was out for a walk in the neighborhood... my mother saw nothing but stars in my father's eyes, and he seduced her... it was just a one-night-stand... my father was soon on tour, and my mother realized she had become pregnant... she quickly married another man, because back in those days a pregnant single woman was a social taboo...
I was born in Memphis, at a hospital two blocks from the Mississippi River... we did not stay in Memphis for long, so I don't remember much... the man my mother married adopted me as his son, and they did not tell me the truth until I was 12 years old, living far away from my father... I sent my true father many letters, but I never heard from him, and he died about a month before I turned 15 years old, before I was old enough to visit him on my own... rest in peace, father...
love this song...
I hope you are having a gay Friday...
it is always deeply moving for me to hear my father sing... love this song...
Lazarus wrote:
My father was of German, Scottish, French, Jewish and Cherokee ancestry... his father had several low-paying jobs, including sharecropper and truck driver... his mother worked as a sewing machine operator... they met in Tupelo, Mississippi, and eloped to Pontotoc County where they married on June 17, 1933... my dad was born January 8, 1935, in a two room house, built by his father, in East Tupelo... my dad had an identical twin who was stillborn... my dad grew up as an only child and was very close to his momma...
In 1938, my grandfather was jailed for an eight dollar check forgery... while my grandfather was incarcerated, my grandmother lost the family home... my dad was bullied at school; classmates threw rotten fruit and stuff at him because he was different— he was quiet and he stuttered and they called him a "mama's boy"...
In 1946, my father got his first guitar, and the rest is history... he wound up in Memphis, Tennessee, where dad went to record stores that had jukeboxes and listening booths, playing old records and new releases for hours... my father was an audience member at the all-night black and white "gospel sings" downtown... Memphis Symphony Orchestra concerts at Overton Park were another favorite for my dad, along with the Metropolitan Opera...
my mother grew up in an area in Memphis called Germantown, which was right next to my father's property... people used to climb trees in my mother's yard to peer into my father's property... my mother met my father one day in January of 1962 while she was out for a walk in the neighborhood... my mother saw nothing but stars in my father's eyes, and he seduced her... it was just a one-night-stand... my father was soon on tour, and my mother realized she had become pregnant... she quickly married another man, because back in those days a pregnant single woman was a social taboo...
I was born in Memphis, at a hospital two blocks from the Mississippi River... we did not stay in Memphis for long, so I don't remember much... the man my mother married adopted me as his son, and they did not tell me the truth until I was 12 years old, living far away from my father... I sent my true father many letters, but I never heard from him, and he died about a month before I turned 15 years old, before I was old enough to visit him on my own... rest in peace, father...
love this song...
marvelous... miss you so much, dad...
My father was of German, Scottish, French, Jewish and Cherokee ancestry... his father had several low-paying jobs, including sharecropper and truck driver... his mother worked as a sewing machine operator... they met in Tupelo, Mississippi, and eloped to Pontotoc County where they married on June 17, 1933... my dad was born January 8, 1935, in a two room house, built by his father, in East Tupelo... my dad had an identical twin who was stillborn... my dad grew up as an only child and was very close to his momma...
In 1938, my grandfather was jailed for an eight dollar check forgery... while my grandfather was incarcerated, my grandmother lost the family home... my dad was bullied at school; classmates threw rotten fruit and stuff at him because he was different— he was quiet and he stuttered and they called him a "mama's boy"...
In 1946, my father got his first guitar, and the rest is history... he wound up in Memphis, Tennessee, where dad went to record stores that had jukeboxes and listening booths, playing old records and new releases for hours... my father was an audience member at the all-night black and white "gospel sings" downtown... Memphis Symphony Orchestra concerts at Overton Park were another favorite for my dad, along with the Metropolitan Opera...
my mother grew up in an area in Memphis called Germantown, which was right next to my father's property... people used to climb trees in my mother's yard to peer into my father's property... my mother met my father one day in January of 1962 while she was out for a walk in the neighborhood... my mother saw nothing but stars in my father's eyes, and he seduced her... it was just a one-night-stand... my father was soon on tour, and my mother realized she had become pregnant... she quickly married another man, because back in those days a pregnant single woman was a social taboo...
I was born in Memphis, at a hospital two blocks from the Mississippi River... we did not stay in Memphis for long, so I don't remember much... the man my mother married adopted me as his son, and they did not tell me the truth until I was 12 years old, living far away from my father... I sent my true father many letters, but I never heard from him, and he died about a month before I turned 15 years old, before I was old enough to visit him on my own... rest in peace, father...
love this song...
Miss you to this day, dad... love this song soooo much... sigh...
Tom Petty also has a cool song called "Fooled Again".
Or the Who's "Won't Get Fooled Again"!
Didn't used to be able to stand Elvis. I think it was growing up with those terrible movies on TV all the time. But I find I like him more and more as time goes on. I appreciate his music much more without all the junk that used to go along with him in the old days.
Italian??
Hell , I thought he was Hillbilly
Please. We prefer "Alto-American."
"A fool such as I" ??
"A fool such as me" ??
This trivial, otherwise insignificant, stuff drives me absolutely bonkers.
csnyder wrote:
Pretty sure it should be me. He's an object in the sentence, not the actor.
In the bridge of the song ('now and then, there's a fool, such as I am, over you..."), the narrator is shown to be the subject of the sentence, not the object. The noun "fool" is the object; "I" is almost always a subject pronoun. If the pronoun "I" is used in the nominitive case, and/or is comparative, then the use is correct. Generally, a subject pronoun follows the words "than" or "as" - the subsequent words "is" or "am" are usually implied, though it does sound awkward sometimes. Great song, at any rate, so the grammar doesn't really matter. One wouldn't want to correct the title to another one of his hit songs to "Love Me Tenderly".
It would be a fool such as I. ( I am ) as opposed to Me am. At least that's my take on it.....
Pretty sure it should be me. He's an object in the sentence, not the actor.
"A fool such as I" ??
"A fool such as me" ??
This trivial, otherwise insignificant, stuff drives me absolutely bonkers.
It would be a fool such as I. ( I am ) as opposed to Me am. At least that's my take on it.....
It always squeezes my heart to hear my dad sing... thank you soooo much...
Lisa?
"A fool such as I" ??
"A fool such as me" ??
This trivial, otherwise insignificant, stuff drives me absolutely bonkers.
It always squeezes my heart to hear my dad sing... thank you soooo much...
Been curious about you, Romeo. Was Elvis your dad? Would love to hear your story someday. :)
There are still a few of us around that remember it well. One of his better songs of that era.
I like this and I like some Elvis tunes. That is a FAR cry from the level of worship he IMO undeservedly enjoys. He was an excellent singer and entertainer that had a handful of pretty good tunes, nothing more, nothing less.
Blasphemy!!!
Gerry & The Pacemakers - You'll Never Walk Alone (1963)
"You'll Never Walk Alone" had been a favourite of Gerry Marsden's since seeingCarouselgrowing up. It soon became the signature tune of Liverpool Football Club. To this day, the song remains a football anthem, there and elsewhere, a phenomenon due to Gerry Marsden, rather than its Broadway composers.
You'll Never Walk Alone Fans
Liverpool FC You'll Never Walk Alone
When you walk through a storm hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the dark.
At the end of a storm is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of a lark.
Walk on through the wind,
Walk on through the rain,
Tho' your dreams be tossed and blown.
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone,
You'll never, ever walk alone.
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone,
You'll never, ever walk alone.
Yes; hundreds of millions of people actually like this.
I like this and I like some Elvis tunes. That is a FAR cry from the level of worship he IMO undeservedly enjoys. He was an excellent singer and entertainer that had a handful of pretty good tunes, nothing more, nothing less.
ick wrote:
Dad, it is always great to hear you sing... I love you and I miss you...
That explains a lot
I actually thought romeotuma was Elvis.
No? You mean some people actually like this?
*Shakes head and sighs*
Yes; hundreds of millions of people actually like this.
Elvis Presley - A Fool Such As I
some one owes me $5
Same songs played tonight and started with Steely Dan's "Only a Fool Would Say That"
...that guy really got around...
No? You mean some people actually like this?
*Shakes head and sighs*
Rather low marks for this Elvis diddy. Oh and The King as Romeotuna's father? That is soooooo good for the laughter.
Well, both Romeotuna and "E" have a share a sordid Vegas history. That counts for a connection of sorts, doesn't it?
It is always soooo profound to hear by dad sing...
Um...are you my long lost brother?
Elvis Presley - A Fool Such As I
some one owes me $5
Rather low marks for this Elvis diddy. Oh and The King as Romeotuna's father? That is soooooo good for the laughter.
You and a gazillion of the rest of us!
Always wanted to be a Jordanairre...
Wu wu, wu wu, wu wu, ohhh ohhhhhhh ohhhhhhh oohhhhh such as IIIIIIIIII
Neither, I believe, did Crosby, Sinatra, Fitzgerald, etc., etc. . . . the list goes on and on.
Elvis Presley was my father...
Seriously?
Oh, he's not dead. I just saw him at my local deli eating a peanut butter and banana sandwich.
No bacon? I guess he's trying to cut back, or maybe he went vegetarian.