JoansGoodStuff

A hodgepodge of things by others that I've liked and some things I wrote as well. Not sure where to put them so it's always a work in progress!

Wednesday, October 18, 2023

WHEN I LEAVE THIS WORLD BEHIND

When I Leave this World Behind

Sung by Al Jolson. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pb-9lk249v4

When I leave this World Behind

https://digitalcommons.conncoll.edu/sheetmusic/1570/.  

Lyrics

1st verse:
I know a millionaire,
Who's burdened down with care,
A load is on his mind.
He's thinking of the day
When he must pass away
And leave his wealth behind.
I haven't any gold 
To leave when I grow old,
Somehow it passed me by.
I'm very poor, but still
I'll leave a precious will
When I must say goodbye.

Chorus:
I'll leave the sunshine to the flowers,
I'll leave the spring time to the trees;
And to the old folks I'll leave the mem'ries
Of a baby upon their knees.
I'll leave the night time to the dreamers,
I'll leave the song birds to the blind;
I'll leave the moon above to those in love,
When I leave the world behind,
When I leave the world behind.

2nd verse:
To ev'ry wrinkled face 
I'l leave a fireplace,
To paint their fav'rite scene,
Within the golden rays,
Scenes of their childhood days,
When they were sweet sixteen.
I'll leave them each a song
To sing the whole day long,
As toward the end they plod.
To ev'ry broken heart
With sorrow torn apart,
I'll leave the love of God.

Recommended Citation

Berlin, Irving, "When I Leave the World Behind" (1915). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1570.

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Joan's note:  My uncles used to sing this!







 

- October 18, 2023
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Sunday, October 15, 2023

WINDMILLS OF YOUR MIND

Music by Michel Legrand. Originally Performed by Noel Harris

"The Windmills of Your Mind" is a song with music by French composer Michel Legrand and English lyrics written by Americans Alan and Marilyn Bergman.








  • The Windmills of Your Mind

  • Dusty Springfield
      Songwriters: Legrand Michel Jean, Bergman Alan, Bergman Marilyn 
  • Like a circle in a spiral
  • Like a wheel within a wheel
  • Never ending or beginning
  • On an ever spinning reel
  • Like a snowball down a mountain
  • Or a carnival balloon
  • Like a carousel that's turning
  • Running rings around the moon
    Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
  • Past the minutes of its face
  • And the world is like an apple
  • Whirling silently in space
  • Like the circles that you find
  • In the windmills of your mind!
  • Like a tunnel that you follow
  • To a tunnel of its own
  • Down a hollow to a cavern
  • Where the sun has never shone,
  • Like a door that keeps revolving
  • In a half forgotten dream,
  • Or the ripples from a pebble
  • Someone tosses in a stream
    Like a clock whose hands are sweeping,
  • past the minute of its face, 
  • and the world is like an apple whirling endlessly in space, 
  • Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind. 
  • Keys that jingle in your pocket
  • Words that jangle in your head
  • Why did summer go so quickly?
  • Was it something that you said?
  • Lovers walk along a shore
  • And leave their footprints in the sand
    Is the sound of distant drumming
  • Just the fingers of your hand?
  • Pictures hanging in a hallway
  • And the fragment of a song
  • Half remembered names and faces
  • But to whom do they belong?
  • He: when you knew
  • That it was over
  • You were suddenly aware
  • That the autumn leaves were turning
  • To the color
  • Of her hair!
  • She: when you knew
  • That it was over
  • In the autumn of goodbyes
  • For a moment
  • You could not recall the color
  • Of his eyes!
  • Like a circle in a spiral
  • Like a wheel within a wheel
  • Never ending or beginning
  • On an ever spinning reel
    As the images unwind
  • Like the circles
  • That you find In the windmills of your mind!


Hear this great song here:

https://www.thewindmillsofyourmind.com/thewindmillsofyourmind

And see: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Windmills_of_Your_Mind  ###
- October 15, 2023
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Wednesday, September 6, 2023

THIS IS BAD STUFF -- I'M LOSING MY BRAIN!!!!

 I don't know where to put this. 

My brain isn't working!

My memory is shot!

I probably should start a new blog: Joan's Bad Stuff.  But that's too complicated now so I'll just put this here.  

I've missed important things like Prolia shots (for osteoporosis) that have left me with multiple vertebral fractures, deformity and pain!   

And most recently I forgot to keep a lovely luncheon date with my women law school classmates on September 5, 2023.  We still do this half a century after our school years together!  

It was clearly on my calendar but I totally forgot, and I wasn't there when one of my classmates so kindly came to pick me up!  I think I was just out taking a walk!  Or I don't even know what I was doing!

Elizabeth Bishop's poem One Art begins with the words  "The Art of Losing Isn't Hard to Master."    Here it appears she is speaking of the loss of a loved one, of a relationship. 

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/47536/one-art

But I am losing myself!   

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- September 06, 2023
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Tuesday, September 5, 2023

I DON'T KNOW NOTHIN' SINCE MY BRAIN WORE OUT

 I Don’t Know Nothing, 'Cause my Brain Wore Out!  

Tune: Nobody Knows You When You’re Down and Out!

Parody Lyrics © 2023 Joan Levin


Once I lived the life of a college grad, 

Had lots of friends and I was always glad!

Went to plays and movies, read lots of books, 

Dined at fine restaurants with very good cooks!


Then my brain forgot how to store,

At first it was just numbers, but then it was more!

Birthdays, anniversaries, name and places, 

Like a deck of cards, without any aces!   


(Chorus) 


I don’t know nothin’, 'cause my brain wore out! 

Under my hat, there’s just grey hair!

Aside from that, there’s not much there!

If we ever meet on the street again,

I hope that I would greet you like a long lost friend, 

But now I fear I’d just stare in doubt, 

You see - I don’t know nothing, 'cause my brain wore out!

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This is based on:

Nobody Knows You When You’re Down and Out
Song by Eric Clapton
OverviewLyricsVideosOther recordingsListen
Lyrics
Once I lived the life of a millionaire
Spent all my money, I just did not care
Took all my friends out for a good time
Bought bootleg liquor, champagne and wine
Then I began to fall so low
Lost all my good friends, I did not have nowhere to go
I get my hands on a dollar again
I'm gonna hang on to it till that eagle grins
'Cause no, no, nobody knows you
When you're down and out
In your pocket, not one penny
And as for friends, you don't have any
When you finally get back up on your feet again
Everybody wants to be your old long-lost friend
Said it's mighty strange, without a doubt
Nobody knows you when you're down and out
When you finally get back upon your feet again
Everybody wants to be your good old long-lost friend
Said it's mighty strange
Nobody knows you
Nobody knows you
Nobody knows you when you're down and out
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Jimmy Cox
Nobody Knows You When You’re Down and Out lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

- September 05, 2023
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Monday, September 4, 2023

THE ART OF LOSING BY ELIZABETH BISHOP

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/47536/one-art

One Art  BY ELIZABETH BISHOP
The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.

—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

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- September 04, 2023
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Wednesday, August 23, 2023

SCARECROW SINGS IF I ONLY HAD A BRAIN

I HOPE THIS CLIP FROM THE WIZARD OF OZ WILL OPEN USING THE LINK BELOW! SCARECROW SINGS HIS SONG: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nauLgZISozs COPY, PASTE AND OPEN THIS IN A NEW BROWSER! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nauLgZISozs
- August 23, 2023
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Sunday, January 22, 2023

HOMER SMITH, URINE, AND MODERN WARFARE

HOMER SMITH, URINE, AND MODERN WARFARE JOAN D. LEVIN* 


Selma, Alabama, was twice prominent in world history, once in this century for being the site of a major civil rights battle, and once, a century earlier, during the battle between the states. The earlier events were immortalized by Homer Smith, in his essay De Urina (1, pp. 127-147]. 


Smith was not only the most brilliant renal physiologist of the century, but also a distinguished novelist and historian as well. The relevant passages of his historical (and historic) essay follow: Though phosphate is important in the usefulness of urine as fertilizer, the nitrogen of its urea, ammonia, and other compounds is of no less significance in this respect, and urine as a source of nitrogen supplies us with an heroic example of what man in his ingenuity, when hard pressed, can achieve.


 I refer to the sad plight of Selma, Alabama, during the Civil War. To prepare saltpetre for the manufacture of gunpowder, the Confederates had to resort to all sorts of devices such as leaching the earth from old smokehouses, barns, and caves, and making artificial beds of all kinds of nitrogenous refuse, having agents for this purpose in every town and city. 


The agent at Selma was particularly energetic and enthusiastic, and advertised in the newspaper as follows: "The Ladies of Selma are respectfully requested to preserve the chamber lye collected about the premises for the purpose of making nitre. A barrel will be sent around daily to collect it. John Harralson Agent Nitre Mining Bureau" 


This came to the attention of a poet in the Confederate Army who responded lyrically as follows: "HE ADVERTISED FOR CHAMBER LYE 


"John Harrolson! John Harrolson! You are a wretched creature. 

You've added to this bloody war a new and awful feature. 

You'd have us think while every man is bound to be a fighter, 

The ladies, bless the dears, should save their P for nitre. 


John Harrolson! John Harrolson! Where did you get the notion 

To send your barrel 'round the town to gather up the lotion? 

We thought the girls had work enough making shirts and kissing, 

But you have put the pretty dears to patriotic pissing. 


John Harrolson! John Harrolson! Do pray invent a neater 

And somewhat more modest mode of making your saltpetre; 

For 'tis an awful idea, John, gunpowdery and cranky, 

That when a lady lifts her shift she's killing off a Yankee." 




This poem was printed on toilet paper and circulated all over the Confederacy, and a copy was smuggled across the line to fall into the hand of an anonymous Yankee poet who replied, 


"THE YANKEE'S VIEW OF IT 

John Harrolson! John Harrolson! We've read in song and story 

How women's tears through all the years have moistened fields of glory, 

But never was it told before amid such scenes of slaughter 

Your Southern beauties dried their tears and went to making water. 


No wonder that your boys are brave, who couldn't be a fighter 

If every time he fired his gun, he used his sweetheart's nitre; 

And vice-versa, what would make a Yankee soldier sadder 

Than dodging bullets fired from a pretty woman's bladder? 


They say there was a subtle smell that lingered in the powder, 

And as the smoke grew thicker and the din of battle louder, 

That there was found to this compound one serious objection, 

No soldier boy could sniff it without having an erection." 


To these two short, poignant poems, one from the southerner's point of view and one from the Yankee's, I have added a third version, bringing this art form up-to-date for the 1980s. 


URINE AND NATIONAL DEFENSE: A NEW VIEWPOINT FOR THE EVE OF THE TWENTY-FIRST CENTURY 


Oh Homer Smith, dear Homer Smith, it makes a maiden blush, 

To think that national defense could turn upon a flush. 

But that's enough of Civil War in ancient, dog-eared rhymes, 

We need a new approach to meet the needs of modern times! 


Our patriotic fast food joints might realize these hopes, 

And spice their wares judiciously with radioisotopes, 

The customers could eat their fill, and then each loyal feeder 

Would soon become a urinary radioactive breeder! 

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And every little child from San Diego up to Maine, 

Would give to national defense what once went down the drain. 

And even R'on and Nancy could give of what they’ve got,

And donate all the contents of the Presidential Pot. 


Forget about cocaine and hash, they'll fill us with ennui, 

There'll soon be better uses for each worker's drop of pee, 

And all those silly drug tests, they soon will be forgot. 

No more of asking "Are you high?" but rather, "Are you hot?" 


Oh Homer Smith, dear Homer Smith, behold a modern sight, 

The nation's urine harnessed for her military might. 

And we can fry the birds on high, and fishes in the sea, 

With fifty million megatons of radioactive pee! 


REFERENCE 1. CHASIS, H., and GOLDRING, W. (eds.). Homer William Smith: His Scientific and Literary Achievements. New York: New York University Press, 1965. (Reprinted from Kaiser Foundation Med. Bull. 6:1, 1958.) 


*The author wishes to express her appreciation to Dr. Novera Herbert Spector of the National Institutes of Health for directing her attention to the classic Homer Smith work cited herein.  


Address: 2114 South Tower, 4515 Willard Avenue, Chevy Chase, Maryland 20815. © 1989 by The University of Chicago. All rights reserved. 003l-5982/89/3204-0640$01.00 602 I Joan D. Levin · Urine and Modern Warfare 


Perspectives in Biology and Medicine, 32, 4 · Summer 1989 I 603 


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Cite: Perspectives in Biology and Medicine, 32, 4 · Summer 1989 pp 602-604



online at: 

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- January 22, 2023
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