Who's heard Little Richard sing "Shake a Hand"?

I'm getting that to, I guess my pick of the day will have to bbe tomorrow!

A founding father...

Don't talk about my mother!! ":O}

Favorite new (well to me) song by an intriguing new artist.
George has a netflix Bio out. For once they play entire songs! interspersed by an interview where he comes across as, well.. extremely likeable. I enjoyed his stage presence as well. a straight forward presentation that allows sincerity to take the fore.
nor is he without humor



Budapest
George Ezra
My house in Budapest
My hidden treasure chest
Golden grand piano
My beautiful Castillo
You
You
I'd leave it all
My acres of a land
I have achieved
It may be hard for you to
Stop and believe
But for you
You
I'd Leave it all
Give me one good reason
Why I should never make a change
And baby if you hold me
Then all of this will go away
My many artifacts
The list goes on
If you just say the words
I'll up and run
Oh, to you
You
I'd leave it all
Give me one good reason
Why I should never make a change
And baby if you hold me
Then all of this will go away
Give me one good reason
Why I should never make a change
Baby if you hold me
Then all of this will go away
My friends and family
They, don't understand
They fear they'd lose so much
If you take my hand
But, for you
You
I'd lose it all
Give me one good reason
Why I should never make a change
And baby if you hold me
Then all of this will go away
Give me one good reason
Why I should never make a change
And baby if you hold me
Then all of this will go away
My house in Budapest
My hidden treasure chest
Golden grand piano
My beautiful castillo
You
You
I'd leave it all
Songwriters: George Barnett / Joel Laslett Pott
Budapest lyrics © BMG Rights Management

Oh, as I doubt any could tell from this song, he's a Brit! ":O}

I find this tune to be a haunting one.
A man with artistic sensibilities and one who loves children
Yet so flawed that those closest to him had to put him down.


BTW, WHAT a duet!!



Spanish Johnny
Emmylou Harris
Those other years, the dusty years
We drove the big hers through
I tried to forget the miles we rode
And Spanish Johnny too
He'd sit beside a water ditch
When all this herd was in
And he'd never harm a child
But sing to his mandolin.
The old talk, the old ways,
And the dealin' of our game
But Spanish Johnny never spoke,
But sing a song of Spain
And his talk with men was vicious talk
When he was drunk on gin
Ah, but those were golden things
He said to his mandolin.
We had to stand, we tried to judge,
We had to stop him then
For the hand so gentle to a child
Had killed so many men
He died a hard death long ago
before the road come in
And the night before he swung
He sung to his mandolin.
Well, we carried him out in the mornin' sun
A man that done no good
And we lowered him down in the cold clay
Stuck in a cross of wood
And a letter we wrote to his kinfolk
To tell them where he'd been
And we shipped it out to Mexico,
Along with his mandolin...

Marvelous Marvin:

Which was?