PUBLIC MARKS from tadeufilippini with tag blues

Quinta-feira, Setembro 07, 2006 Dois clássicos da minha geração: “tudo que eu não sei sobre o amor” e “ode mundana”.

Funeral Blues Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead. Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods; For nothing now can ever come to any good. W.H. Auden

This is the complete listing of all artists on JD Hay's Crooners Collection. Male, female, groups and instrumental artists with songs in full length music wavs. Listed alphabetically by first name. These are not sorted by genre but cover easy listening, jazz, rhythm and blues, country, pop, oldies and vintage from the 1930's to the 1970's. Some artists have more than one page and a few may have an alternate site. Just click on