Don P. Fortier

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Piano Man - by Billy Joel

1) It's nine o'clock on a Saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
There's an old man sitting next to me
Making love to his tonic and gin.
He says, "Son, can you play me a memory?
I'm not really sure how it goes
But it's sad and it's sweet
and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger man's clothes."

La la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feeling alright.

2) Now John at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drinks for free
And he's quick with a joke or to light up your smoke
But there's someplace that he'd rather be
He says, "Bill, I believe this is killing me."
As the smile ran away from his face
"Well I'm sure that I could be a movie star
If I could get out of this place."

Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feeling alright.

3) Now Paul is a real estate novelist
Who never had time for a wife
And he's talking with Davy who's still in the navy
And probably will be for life.
And the waitress is practicing politics
As the businessmen slowly get stoned
Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it's better than drinking alone.

Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feeling alright.

4) It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
And the manager gives me a smile
'Cause he knows that it's me they've been coming to see
To forget about life for a while
And the piano, it sounds like a carnival
And the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
And say, "Man, what are you doin' here?"

Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody,
And you've got us feeling alright.

Agar Man - by DFoofnik

1) You can see the "alt" postings every day
By a fine international troop:
Meyran, Ernesto, and Burning Elk
Look at English words here in our group.
"If you take all of the letters out
Can you see any words that they spell?"
Maybe yes, maybe no
Some might be apropos
Some might prove funny as hell!

La la la, de de da
La la, de de (la la la)...
Give us a chance and we'll anagram
A question, a word or a thing
If you'll shuffle the letters 'round
You might have a new song to sing.

2) As Jon assesses a famous one,
Don's a "Jumble" guy extraordinaire
Got more time on his hands
Than his twin brother Dan
Managing little kids there.
All the U.K. is spelling things differently
(Mick, Janet, and Kevin's abode);
You see Keith, Art, Wayne, Dan,
And our own Letter-man,
And some clown who posted in code:

Dit Da / da dit / dit da, (g)
Dit da dit / dit da / da da...
Give me a chance, I will anagram,
Sing you the best musical rhyme
But seeing good lines is far easier
If I'm not drinking all of the time...
(hic)... (hic)... (hic)... (hic)...

3) People say William's a Genius, too,
While Richard goes on with his Psalm;
Tom says "See all I found?
I've been low, underground.
And, by golly, I'm staying calm."
Larry's too good at his usual,
(he's the webmaster we all revere):
Makes insulting rebukes for those silly blokes
Who insist upon doing shit here.

See, give us a chance and we'll anagram,
And you might reveal something profound.
No telling what words will be hiding there
So we all shove some letters around.

4) If I'm seeking words in an anagram,
Any good letter soon goes away.
Each one that I need
Gee, I see one deceived...
I might be left with a "J".

But the payoff is an Epiphany!
All the letters go into it, Lord!
All that's left is to post
If it's better than most,
You might even win an Award!

Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de (la la la)
Give us a chance and we'll anagram
It's something all of us do;
You'll see us here on alt.anagrams
If you want to try your hand, too...

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The Gettysburg Address

Four score and seven years ago, our fathers brought forth upon this continent a new nation, conceived in liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal. Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a final resting-place for those who here gave their lives, that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this. But in a larger sense we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember, what we say here; but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us, the living, rather to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us, that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion; that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain; that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom, and that government of the people, by the people, and for the people, shall not perish from the earth.

The nation divided: the South against the North. The battle raged over the question of slavery, upon which the agriculture of the South depended. Thirteen states dedicated their own government, and when they took over a federal fort, it was the start of the Civil War. The conflict went beyond applying the national ideal of freedom to the slaves. Abe Lincoln saw the inherent danger in a "divided" nation, that the two separate halves could not have the power of the one, "united" nation. Though with fewer good factories than the North, the devoted fighting troops of the South struggled on. Southern port trade was also interdicted, and this bought the North a greater advantage. The civil war became a regular revolving door of death, creating grief and rage. After two years, the war came to a decisive point when Confederate general Lee's force attacked Gettysburg, Pennsylvania. If Lee had won that battle, it could have prolonged the war considerably. Its end, however, was a retreat for Lee and a terrible carnage for both sides.

--- "The South had a goal, a brave attack tried,
--- Doom in the air above my head.
--- While we reached the road, half of us had died.
--- Oh, Lee wept at seeing our dead."

Lincoln's speech at this site was meant to avoid a fall in Northern morale, to reinforce the will of the Union. Whether or not he helped accomplish this, it remains a stirring pronouncement... one which we have both noted and remembered for over a century.

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An excerpt from a song by the Moody Blues.

Cold hearted orb that rules the night,
Removes the colours from our sight
Red is grey, and yellow white
But we decide which is right.
And which is an illusion.

Odd our moon, her hue less bright
She glows with icy, eerie light.
Lovers study her haunted flight.
And what rich romantic words recite.
...a bewitched illusion?

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Romeo and Juliet, III, ii, 21-25 (Juliet, on Romeo)

And, when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night,
And pay no worship to the garish sun.

Find us truth and put hence, tell
What action he hath taken well.
And when death shall end his pain,
The heights fair Romeo will gain.
And will show in skies above,
The immortality of love.

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The start of Shakespeare's 18th sonnet.

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.

Shakespeare's truly grand romantic love poem added seasonal themes:
Told adored maid how her beauty might almost shame that of Mother Nature.
Lush, really amorous!

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Updated: May 10, 2016


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