• droid_1

A list of some songs of 1940

Songs of the 1940's
AC-CENT-TCHU-ATE THE POSITIVE
ALL OR NOTHING AT ALL
ALONG ABOUT EVENIN'
APPLE HONEY
BABY, IT'S COLD OUTSIDE
BIG BRASS BAND FROM BRAZIL
BLUE FLAME
BREAK IT UP, CINDERELLA
CALENDAR GIRL
CAN`T GET INDIANA OFF MY MIND
CAN`T YOU JUST SEE YOURSELF?
CARELESS HANDS
CASANOVA CRICKET
CIVILIZATION (BONGO, BONGO, BONGO)
DO IT NOW
DOCTOR, LAWYER, INDIAN CHIEF
DON`T INTRODUCE ME TO THAT ANGEL
FACE IN THE CROWD, A
FEATHERY FEELIN`, THE
FIVE MINUTES MORE
FLAMINGO
FOLLOW THE SWALLOW TO HIDEAWAY HOLLOW
KEEN AND PEACHY
LET`S TAKE THE LONG WAY HOME
LINDA
LOT IN COMMON WITH YOU, A
LOVE OF MY LIFE
LOVELIER THAN EVER
LOVELY NIGHT TO GO DANCING
MEMPHIS IN JUNE
MORE I CANNOT WISH YOU
MY DARLING, MY DARLING
MY HEART BEATS FASTER
MY SHINING HOUR
NEW ASHMOLEAN MARCHING SOCIETY AND STUDENTS CONSERVATORY BAND, THE
OLE BUTTERMILK SKY
ON A SLOW BOAT TO CHINA
ONCE IN LOVE WITH AMY
OUT OF THIS WORLD
PERNAMBUCO
REBEL MARCH
ROBIN HOOD
RODGER YOUNG
ROSEANNA
SAN FERNANDO VALLEY
SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY
SERENADE OF THE BELLS
SINCE YOU
SIOUX CITY SUE
SKYLARK
SO FAR, SO GOOD
SPRING WILL BE A LITTLE LATE THIS YEAR
SWEETHEART SEMICOLON
SYMPHONY
TENDERLY
THAT AIN`T HAY (THAT`S THE U.S.A.)
THERE WILL NEVER BE ANOTHER YOU
THERE`S NO MAN LIKE A SNOWMAN
THOUSAND ISLANDS SONG, THE
TUNE FOR HUMMING, A
TUNNEL OF LOVE, THE
WE MUSTN`T SAY GOODBYE
WEDDING BELLS
WELL! WELL!
WHAT ARE YOU DOING NEW YEAR'S EVE?
WHAT DO YOU DO IN THE INFANTRY
WHAT`S GOOD ABOUT GOODBYE?
WHAT`S YOUR STORY, MORNING GLORY?
WHEN THE SUN COMES OUT
WHERE'S CHARLEY?
WHY DO THEY CALL A PRIVATE A PRIVATE?
WITH THE WIND AND THE RAIN IN YOUR HAIR
YEARS BEFORE US, THE
YOU CALL EVERYBODY DARLING
YOU`RE SO GOOD TO ME
Punk

I'm up a little earlier then usual ... so

will post in this journal, a note or two ...

Last week i turned 59.

59 feels like a magic number to me. I always thought 60 would be - and is - but 59 has sorta awakened me to becoming older. And then when 60 shows up this time next year - well, i guess i can't say i'm young anymore.

Still, i feel young inside and on the outside i still run chainsaws, dig ditches and write in journals.

However, 'cause there is such a large range of ages in this community, it is easy to forget my age. The youngest here is just 21 (there are 4 children here 2-13 years of age but i'm not counting them) and i notice i have to be careful as my eyes are all too easily drawn to looking at them - staring so to speak.

I remember an interview i saw on tv many years ago ... it was about a teenager who had become interested in the elderly (when do we become elderly ... i think i'm not gonna become elderly ... i know i have to become older but elderly - never!) and in interviewing a 90something woman the woman said she didn't feel a bit older then 17 or so inside, but she did notice that there were many things her body could no longer do so she guessed she must be old ... and then she laughed.

I wanna laugh easily when i'm in my 90's.

My plan is to live until i'm 115 as that is the age at which i think i'll have more of what i want to do in this lifetime done and as i don't plan to return to this planet (really, this is a strange planet...beings running around killing each other, being selfish, etc. ... jeeze, who'd come here on purpose?!) there are some things i wanna do before leaving.

I have much i could write about becoming older ... but i'd rather be active then write about being active.

Wondering

Wondering if very many people approaching retirement age wonder if the next day will be their last.
Or do we go "Full speed ahead, and damn the torpedoes!"
Or do we simply become cautious?
  • wildini

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It's good to be able to access the system now. One of the values of getting older is getting a perspective on how violence doesn't solve much. I've been reading Desmond Tutu's book on the Truth and Reconciliation project in South Africa and touched by the attempt to heal a country after years of vilence between the races.
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  • skyeb

Better not to get attached... life can change in a split second

Crawled under B's desk to check the serial ports on the back of his computer, and when I crawled out, I had tweaked my back. Off to the chiropractor, on to the muscle relaxants, and soon, a glass of wine.

My speed went from normal to lazy dazy. Shucks. But then again,
I have to cogitate about the story I will take to writing group on Friday, and my September 6th, I need to mail another packet into graduate school. My grad school website has been down for the better part of this week. It is interesting how upset many of the students get. They are particularly upset because the red flags that mark unread messages go away, and then all return again. True, it is inconvenient, but so what? In the big scheme of things...

There is plenty to do besides the internet desktop, for every one of us.
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