Monday October 18 2021

Sing with Ann Reed and

Dan Chouinard 7pm

live from Ann's backyard via Ann's YouTube channel

b. October 1 1935 Julie Andrews DO-RE-MI 1965

Let's start at the very beginningA very good place to startWhen you read you begin with A-B-CWhen you sing you begin with do-re-miDo-re-mi, do-re-miThe first three notes just happen to beDo-re-mi, do-re-miDo-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti(spoken) Let's see if I can make it easy

Doe, a deer, a female deerRay, a drop of golden sunMe, a name I call myselfFar, a long, long way to runSew, a needle pulling threadLa, a note to follow SewTea, a drink with jam and breadThat will bring us back to Do (oh-oh-oh)Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti-doSo-do!

(spoken) Now children, do-re-mi-fa-so and so onare only the tools we use to build a songOnce you have these notes in your headsyou can sing a million different tunes by mixing them up, like this:

So Do La Fa Mi Do ReSo Do La Ti Do Re Do

Good! But it doesn't mean anythingSo we put in wordsOne word for every note, Like this

When you know the notes to singYou can sing most anything

Doe, a deer, a female deerRay, a drop of golden sunMe, a name I call myselfFar, a long, long way to runSew, a needle pulling threadLa, a note to follow SewTea, a drink with jam and breadThat will bring us back to Do (oh-oh-oh)Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti-doSo-do!

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b. October 1 1935 Julie Andrews SPOONFUL OF SUGAR 1964

In every job that must be doneThere is an element of funYou find the fun and snap! The job's a game

And every task you undertakeBecomes a piece of cakeA lark! A spree!It's very clear to see

That aSpoonful of sugar helps The medicine go downThe medicine go downThe medicine go down

Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go downIn a most delightful way

A robin feathering his nestHas very little time to restWhile gathering hisbits of twine and twig

Though quite intent in his pursuitHe has a merry tune to tootHe knows a songWill move the job along

For aSpoonful of sugar helps The medicine go downThe medicine go downThe medicine go down

Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go downIn a most delightful way

The honey bees that fetch the nectarFrom the flowers to the combNever tire of ever buzzing to and fro

Because they take a little nipFrom ev'ry flower that they sip

And hence (and hence)They find (they find)Their task is not a grind

For aSpoonful of sugar helps The medicine go downThe medicine go downThe medicine go down

Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go downIn a most delightful way

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TODAY National Chocolate Cupcake DayNational No Beard Day BABY FACE 1926

Baby FaceYou've got the cutest little Baby faceThere's not another one could Take your place, baby faceMy poor heart is jumpin'You sure have started somethin'

Baby faceI'm up in heaven when I'm In your fond embraceI didn't need a shove'Cause I just fell in loveWith your pretty baby face

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a nod to autumn WINDY 1967

Who's peekin' out From under a stairwayCalling a name that's lighter than airWho's bending down to give me a rainbow?Everyone knows it's Windy

Who's tripping down the streets of the citySmilin' at everybody she seesWho's reachin' out to capture a moment?Everyone knows it's Windy

And Windy has stormy eyesThat flash at the sound of liesAnd Windy has wings to flyAbove the clouds Above the clouds

Ba ba ba ba...

And Windy has stormy eyesThat flash at the sound of liesAnd Windy has wings to flyAbove the cloudsAbove the clouds

Who's tripping down the streets of the citySmilin' at everybody she seesWho's reachin' out to capture a moment?Everyone knows it's Windy

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a nod to autumn, cont'dBLEW BY YOU

On a cold and windy dayClouds are dark the sky is greyA gust of wind took my toupeeAnd it blew by you

At a loss what could be doneGoing topless not so much funThey sell others I want the oneThat blew by you

It was the brown toupee With a touch of grey that blew by youLike a tumbleweed That’s been newly freed blew by youThere’s no peace of mind Without that piece of mineI miss my store-bought hairThe comfort, the fitAnd without it, it’s drafty up there

It took off my hatYou said “what was that?”That blew by you …

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b. October 2 1945 Don McLean AMERICAN PIE 1971

A long, long time agoI can still remember how that music used to make me smileAnd I knew if I had my chanceThat I could make those people danceAnd maybe they'd be happy for a whileBut February made me shiverWith every paper I'd deliverBad news on the doorstepI couldn't take one more stepI can't remember if I criedWhen I read about his widowed brideBut something touched me deep insideThe day the music died

So bye, bye, Miss American PieDrove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dryAnd them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n ryeSingin' this'll be the day that I dieThis'll be the day that I die

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b. October 3 1908 Johnny Burke (lyr.) MOONLIGHT BECOMES YOU 1942

Moonlight becomes youIt goes with your hairYou certainly know the right thing to wearMoonlight becomes youI'm thrilled at the sightAnd I could get so romantic tonight

You're all dressed up to go dreamingNow don't tell me I'm wrongAnd what a night to go dreamingMind if I tag along?

If I say I love youI want you to knowIt's not just because there's moonlightAlthoughMoonlight becomes you so

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b. October 7 1911 Vaughn Monroe RIDERS IN THE SKY 1948

An old cowboy went riding out one dark and windy dayUpon a ridge he rested as he went along his wayWhen all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he sawA-plowing through the ragged skyAnd up the cloudy draw

Yippie yi ohhhhYippie yi yaaaaayGhost riders in the sky Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steelTheir horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feelA bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the skyFor he saw the riders coming hardAnd he heard their mournful cry

Yippie yi ohhhhhYippie yi yaaaaayGhost Riders in the sky Their faces gauntTheir eyes were blurredTheir shirts all soaked with sweat He's riding hard to catch that herdBut he ain't caught 'em yet'Cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the skyOn horses snorting fireAs they ride on hear their cry

Yippie yi ohhhhhYippie yi yaaaaayGhost Riders in the sky

As the riders loped on by himhe heard one call his name:"If you want to save your soul from Hell a-riding on our rangeThen cowboy, change your ways todayor with us you will rideTrying to catch the Devil's herd

Across these endless skies" Yippie yi ohhhhhYippie yi yaaaaayGhost Riders in the sky

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October 8 1871 Chicago fire THERE'LL BE A HOT TIME IN THE OLD TOWN

Get your glad rags everybodyThere's a shindig in townAt the old firehouseSo bring your best flame aroundThere'll be lots of fancy dancing For the short and the tallIf you truck on downYou'll have yourself a ball

When you hear the band begin to playClap your hands and begin to swing and swayThen grab your partner's armAnd you'll dance the hours awayThere'll be a hot time in old town tonight!

Late one night, when we were all in bedOld Mother Leary left a lantern in the shedAnd when the cow kicked it o'erShe winked her eye and said,"There'll be a hot time on the old town tonight!"

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b. October 9 1940 John Lennon IMAGINE released October 1971

Imagine there's no heavenIt's easy if you tryNo hell below usAbove us only skyImagine all the peopleLiving for today, You...

Imagine there's no countriesIt isn't hard to doNothing to kill or die forAnd no religion, tooImagine all the peopleLiving life in peace. You...

You may say I'm a dreamerBut I'm not the only oneI hope someday you'll join usAnd the world will be as one

Imagine no possessionsI wonder if you canNo need for greed or hungerA sisterhood of manImagine all the peopleSharing all the world. You...

You may say I'm a dreamerBut I'm not the only oneI hope someday you'll join usAnd the world will live as one

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b. October 13 1941 Paul Simon AMERICA 1968

Let us be lovers, we'll marry our fortunes togetherI've got some real estate here in my bagSo we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner's piesAnd walked off to look for America

Kathy, I said as we boarded a Greyhound in PittsburghMichigan seems like a dream to me nowIt took me four days to hitchhike from SaginawI've gone to look for America

Laughing on the bus, playing games with the facesShe said the man in the gabardine suit was a spyI said, Be careful! His bowtie is really a camera

Toss me a cigaretteI think there's one in my raincoatWe smoked the last one an hour agoSo I looked at the sceneryShe read her magazineAnd the moon rose over an open field

Kathy, I'm lost, I said, though I knew she was sleepingI'm empty and aching and I don't know whyCounting the cars on the New Jersey TurnpikeThey've all come to look for AmericaAll come to look for AmericaAll come to look for America

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b. October 13 1921 Yves Montand LES FEUILLES MORTES / AUTUMN LEAVES

The falling leaves drift by the windowThe autumn leaves of red and goldI see your lips, the summer kissesThe sun-burned hands I used to hold

Since you went away the days grow longAnd soon I'll hear old winter's songBut I miss you most of all my darlingWhen autumn leaves start to fall

C’est une chanson, qui nous ressembleToi tu m’aimais et je t'aimaisNous vivions tous les deux ensembleToi qui m’aimais, moi qui t'aimais

Mais la vie sépare ceux qui s’aimentTout doucement sans faire de bruitEt la mer efface sur le sable les pas des amants désunis

Since you went away the days grow longAnd soon I'll hear old winter's songBut I miss you most of all my darlingWhen autumn leaves start to fall

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b. October 15 1946 Richard Carpenter SUPERSTAR #2 1971

Long ago, and, oh, so far awayI fell in love with you Before the second showYour guitarIt sounds so sweet and clearBut you're not really hereIt's just the radio

Don't you rememberYou told me you loved me, baby?You said you'd be coming Back this way again, babyBaby, baby, baby, baby, oh babyI love you, I really do

Loneliness is such a sad affairAnd I can hardly wait to be with you againWhat to say To make you come again? (Baby)Come back to me again (baby)And play your sad guitar

Don't you rememberYou told me you loved me, baby?You said you'd be coming Back this way again, babyBaby, baby, baby, baby, oh babyI love you, I really do

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TOP HIT #1 1961 HIT THE ROAD, JACK

Hit the road Jack and don't you come backNo more, no more, no more, no moreHit the road Jack And don't you come back no moreWhat'd you say?

Hit the road Jack and don't you come backNo more, no more, no more, no moreHit the road Jack And don't you come back no more

Woah Woman, oh womanDon't treat me so meanYou're the meanest old woman That I've ever seenI guess if you say soI have to pack ma things and go. (That's right!)

Hit the road Jack and don't you come backNo more, no more, no more, no moreHit the road Jack And don't you come back no moreWhat'd you say?

Hit the road Jack and don't you come backNo more, no more, no more, no moreHit the road Jack And don't you come back no more

Well baby, listen babyDon't you treat me this-a wayCause I'll be back on my feet some day(Girl) Don't care if you do 'cause it's understoodYou ain't got no money You just ain't no good!(Jack) Well I guess if you say soI'd have to pack my things and go. (That's right!)

Hit the road Jack and don't you come backNo more, no more, no more, no more

Hit the road Jack And don't you come back no moreWhat'd you say?

Hit the road Jack and don't you come backNo more, no more, no more, no moreHit the road Jack And don't you come back no more

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b. TODAY 1918 Bobby Troup (GET YOUR KICKS ON) ROUTE 66 (1946)

If you ever plan to motor westTravel my wayTake the highway that's the bestGet your kicks on Route 66

It winds from Chicago to L.A.More than 2000 miles all the wayGet your kicks on Route 66

Now you go through Saint LouieAnd Joplin, MissouriAnd Oklahoma City looks mighty prettyYou'll see AmarilloGallup, New MexicoFlagstaff, ArizonaDon't forget WinonaKingman, Barstow, San Bernardino

Won't you get hip to this timely tipWhen you make that California tripGet your kicks on Route 66

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October 28 1886 Statue of Liberty dedicated GIVE ME YOUR TIRED, YOUR POOR (1949)

Give me your tired, your poorYour huddled masses Yearning to breathe freeThe wretched refuse Of your teeming shore

Send these, the homelessTempest-toss'd to meI lift my lamp Beside the golden door!

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b. October 31 1912 Dale Evans HAPPY TRAILS 1952

Some trails are happy onesOthers are blueIt's the way you ride the trail that countsHere's a happy one for you

Happy trails to you, until we meet againHappy trails to you, keep smilin' until thenWho cares about the clouds when we're together?Just sing a song and bring the sunny weatherHappy trails to you, 'till we meet again

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