From: owner-shindell-list-digest@smoe.org (shindell-list-digest) To: shindell-list-digest@smoe.org Subject: shindell-list-digest V3 #300 Reply-To: shindell-list@smoe.org Sender: owner-shindell-list-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-shindell-list-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk shindell-list-digest Thursday, September 13 2001 Volume 03 : Number 300 Today's Subjects: ----------------- [RS] NYFD pic-OT but appropriate ["Greg Z" ] [RS] Re: softly and tenderly [Loracevoll@aol.com] [RS] Re: NYC & DC [Loracevoll@aol.com] [RS] Tune for Nowhere ["Norman A. Johnson" ] Re: [RS] Tune for Nowhere [SMOKEY596@aol.com] [RS] Just like any other day.....Tuesday afternoon (Ellis Paul) ["Norman ] [RS] Re: softly and tenderly ["Norman A. Johnson" Subject: [RS] NYFD pic-OT but appropriate Folks, check out this picture and this RS community can all feel proud: http://www.bergen.com/news/images/firemen-flag-091201.jpg Greg Z Waiting for the call to NY - --- "I'm proud to be an American, where at least I know I'm free" from "God Bless the USA,"...Lee Greenwood Get 250 color business cards for FREE! http://businesscards.lycos.com/vp/fastpath/ ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2001 08:55:15 EDT From: Loracevoll@aol.com Subject: [RS] Re: softly and tenderly > How observant and clever of you to know that this was a hymn! I had no clue. > > D'ya think it's because I'm Jewish or just not listening? Anyway, I'll > check this out--love gospel and spiritual music, especially now. > > Laura > Laura, As a recovering Southern Baptist I can tell you that the very first line of the hymn is: "Softly and tenderly, Jesus is calling....Calling for you and for me." If you grew up Jewish, I suspect that wasn't a big tune at your house...... ;-) .......Carol ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2001 09:13:23 EDT From: Loracevoll@aol.com Subject: [RS] Re: NYC & DC > From: Joe Lanzalotto > When you looked across the river today at the strange skyline all you > could see was smoke. They said the fires were mostly out, but I don't > see that. Imagine the shit the rescue workers are going through. > > Joe Joe, I think the whole nation is going though shit -- although not on the scale of the brave firefighters @ ground zero. The targets of this tragedy were so large -- that I think it touches most people -- even those outside of NYC and DC. I'm a thousand miles away in Florida, but my daughter's Spanish teacher had to leave early on Tuesday because her brother was in the Pentagon. I am glad to report that he was one of the lucky ones -- he had just left the strike area when the plane hit. And a friend of mine's Mom was scheduled to have cancer surgery in Tampa on Tuesday -- but her surgeon was stuck in another city on a grounded airplane. The sick tenacles seem to reach out and touch all of us or those we care about in some way. ...Carol ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2001 14:30:18 -0400 From: "Norman A. Johnson" Subject: [RS] Tune for Nowhere A poster on Dar-list mentioned trying to recapture some sense of normalacy in the midst of this tragedy by playing his harp. He said he was heavily in minor keys. I asked him off-list whether he knew "Tune For Nowhere". He didn't... so I sent him the words..... Norman Richard Shindell -- "Tune for Nowhere" from BLUE DIVIDE. 1994 She wonders if the flags are waving still She likes to see their colors on the hill Almost like a rainbow over all of this She will fly the flag of nowhere Hidden with the ribbons in her hair Anywhere she goes, she knows it's always there Never far away from nowhere Nowhere is a place inside her head Though she is not its only citizen No one knows how many souls there may remain Carrying a torch for nowhere Nowhere doesn't have a government No one can decide how far it may extend She will not surrender nowhere So, she is learning how to play the flute Just because she always wanted to She practices her lessons every afternoon Up and down the scale of nowhere Stumbling across Au Claire de Lune Hour after hour in her basement room Making up a tune for nowhere ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2001 15:10:02 EDT From: SMOKEY596@aol.com Subject: Re: [RS] Tune for Nowhere To Norman's "Tune for Nowhere", I'd like to add Ellis Paul's "Angel in Manhattan"...extremely poignant, especially the part about faith. Angel In Manhattan Tell the man who repairs the wings for angels That one has fallen among the mortals on Bleeker Street I lent a hand, she looked up at the steeples As if to blame them for the pavement beneath her feet She said, "I never much liked flying, but the job requires trying The hard part's avoiding buildings and concrete" (chorus) Spread the news, 'cause there's an angel in Manhattan Call out the paparazzi and the television crews Let the people choose Would a little Faith come to harm them? Print the headlines up in the New York Daily News It was just another day Like any other, other day A Tuesday afternoon I hailed a cab, a crowd gathered as it pulled beside us And somebody tore at her wings, but I helped her safely inside "I'm much obliged," she said, but the driver he looked shaken He said, "You're fakin', lady, who's taking who for a ride" But then we floated up over the traffic, she turned the radio to static, And she sang to him in Billy Holiday's sweet voice (chorus) Spread the news, 'cause there's an angel in Manhattan Call out the paparazzi and the the television crews Hey if you choose Would a little Faith come to harm you? Print the headlines up in the New York Daily News It was just another day What will the mayor say? "Good afternoon" We flew down the length of Fifth Avenue She threw out miracles, it was a hysterical ride And if the crowd on the sidewalk looked skeptical She took the blue right out of their cynical eyes "It's all in what you feel inside" She shook the mayor's hand, and he declared That he'd hold a press conference, The fans and protesters blocked the stairs to city hall "I'd like to thank you all," he said And when she stepped before the cameras It felt like a trial, but she smiled as the questions were called, "What do you say to detractors, who claim you're just some actor?" She said, "The question here, is 'Do I believe in you?'" It was just another day Like any other, other day (chorus) Spread the news, I saw an an angel fly from Manhattan In front of paparazzi, in front of television crews And me I choose I know a little Faith wouldn't harm me Despite what they print in the New York Daily News It was just another day Like any other, other day Like any day ) Ellis Paul Music (SESAC) 1998 www.ellispaul.com ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2001 15:15:07 -0400 From: "Norman A. Johnson" Subject: [RS] Just like any other day.....Tuesday afternoon (Ellis Paul) >>To Norman's "Tune for Nowhere", I'd like to add Ellis Paul's "Angel in Manhattan"...extremely poignant, especially the part about faith. << Tuesday was definitely NOT like any other day. Good choice, SMOKEY... Beautiful song before, now with an added meaning. Thanks! Norman ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2001 15:36:36 -0400 From: "Norman A. Johnson" Subject: [RS] Re: softly and tenderly Laura wrote on "Softly and Tenderly": >> D'ya think it's because I'm Jewish or just not listening? Anyway, I'll check this out--love gospel and spiritual music, especially now. << Carol replied: >>As a recovering Southern Baptist I can tell you that the very first line of the hymn is: "Softly and tenderly, Jesus is calling....Calling for you and for me." << I grew up Episcopalian (Catholic-lite, half the guilt) and I didn't get the hymn reference till it was pointed out on the list before. Norman ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2001 17:28:17 -0700 From: jim colbert Subject: [RS] in the spirt of american pride... (sorry, no rs content) Just stumbled across a few lyrics I thought I'd share with y'all, in keeping with the patriotic thing... jpc who did not get to see BR549, who cancelled at the last minute, at the Crowbar last night (but did see Stone Poets, the opening act, do an excellent job of salvaging the evening) And these Hands ...And these hands have built the cities And these hands have tilled the soil these hands have clutched a tractors wheel And dug for gold and oil And these hands that forged the nation these hands that fired the coal Too slowly you grew calloused Too quickly youve grown old And these hands they have grown weary From blood and sweat and pain and these hands will grow strong Once again And these hands have built the factories And these hands have worked the field These hands have built the railroad tracks And the bridges out of steel And the best these hands could offer Was the best the world could do but these hands have found that's not enough When the cheapest work will do And these hands they have grown weary From blood and sweat and pain and these hands will grow strong Once again And these hands have formed the unions these hands have worked alone these hands drew blood on foreign soil to keep the peace at home And these hands they have grown weary From blood and sweat and pain and these hands will grow strong Once again ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2001 22:13:15 -0400 From: "Norman A. Johnson" Subject: [RS] The Star-Spangled Banner On this day (13 September) in 1814, Francis Scott Key wrote what would become the national anthem for the US. The Star-Spangled Banner Francis Scott Key, 1814 O say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars, thro' the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watch'd, were so gallantly streaming? And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof thro' the night that our flag was still there. O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore dimly seen thro' the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses? Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam, In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream: 'Tis the star-spangled banner: O, long may it wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave! And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion, A home and a country should leave us no more? Their blood has wash'd out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave: And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. O thus be it ever when free-men shall stand Between their lov'd home and the war's desolation; Blest with vict'ry and peace, may the heav'n-rescued land Praise the Pow'r that hath made and preserv'd us a nation! Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto: In God is our trust! And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave! ------------------------------ End of shindell-list-digest V3 #300 ***********************************