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Lovely song and written by Mike Nesmith. Played a lot on radio in the late sixties

I have that on a Linda Ronstadt CD now.....probably one of my all time favourites.

The only person who had heard it before, that I know, was an American friend...perhaps the others were not listening to the right radio stations :-D

Dear Mersey

Hello

Hope you are okay.



"LITTLE DOES SHE KNOW"

Little does she know
that I know that she knows
That I know she's two-timin' me

Little does she know
that I know that she knows
That I know she's cheatin' on me



I was outside the one stop
When I saw her in the Coin-Op
And I didn't like what I see

Little does she know
that I know that she knows
That I know she's two-timin' me



She was sharing her spin dryer
with a guy in a tie-dye
When she saw my reflection in the chrome


I knew that she'd seen me
'cause she dropped her bikini
The one that I got her in Rome



Little does she know
that I know that she knows
That I know she's two-timin' me

Little does she know
that I know that she knows
That I know she's cheatin' on me



When she finished her laundry
she was all in a quandary
And made it for the street like a hare


Her escape was so urgent,
she forgot her detergent
And dropped all her clean underwear

(Instrumental)



Little does she know
that I know that she knows
That I know she's two-timin' me

Little does she know
that I know that she knows
That I know she's cheatin' on me


By The Kursaal Flyers


Take gentle care
Best wishes
Elizabeth, EOS
xx

I recognised that one EOS...Good old Southend Group....with a name like Kursaal Flyers they had to be really

Some girls used to kiss and run
Never knew what they had done
Some girls always wasted time
Keep you hanging on the line
Some loved horses and always stayed at home
But the Stainsby girls loved the Rolling Stones

Now some had games that you had to play
Making rules along the way
Strange attractions newly found
Pride and passion kicked around
Some girls stole your heart
Like most girls do
But a Stainsby girls could break it in two

And I fell in love, I fell in love
I fell in love with a Stainsby girl

Deepest water Stainsby blue
Running straight, running true
Names and faces fade away
Memories here to stay

And I fell in love, I fell in love
I fell in love with a Stainsby girl

Chris Rea

"Why would you want to go back to vinyl and then clean it up through a sound card?"

Possibly because the average 45rpm is in poor shape and often ex-jukebox. Any original vinyl in vgc or better can cost a fortune. Once you have some good vinyl you then need valve amps to play it and so on all the way up the line until she indoors starts asking what is going on...

There are a couple of sound cards knocking around which were designed for extracting MP2 from video DVDs before this sort of functionality was built into video cards themselves. As well as ripping video these cards can be set up to pass through an audio stream and filter out the worst of the pop crackle at the same time. They are cheap but only work in WinXP or linux.
There are modern sound cards which will do the same thing in Win7/Vista/linux but cost more.

A problem with Win7/8/Vista is that they have broken the real time system. The result can be sound lag when mixing, lags which upset hard core gamers and yet more problems with low latency trading algorithms. That is why sound engineers prefer Apple.

:-D

She said something like
I want to go down where the rivers wild
He said take me then
I want to drown deep in your violent eyes
(Feel the water rise again, call the river by your name)

I want to float in through your door
Hang it on the wall hang it all
But I want to be sure of one thing
That I'm getting into something peaceful

I want to fly in on your wing
Way, way up here I don't care for anything
It's all in and I'm not afraid I don't fear
Falling

She said listen I've been telling you
I'm into something cruel
He said give me what got into you
I don't care what you do
(If there's a full moon in Taiwan I want half of what you're on)

I want to open up your mind
Leave it all behind you and me
We are one of a kind, we may find
That we're getting high on something peaceful

We're gonna take it for a ride going nowhere fast
But we got nothing to tie ourselves on
And I'm not afraid to go down
Falling

She said something like I'm tired of me
You've got to paint my face
He said fold up like a paper boat
Set sail for me again

I want to fly in on your wing
Way, way up here I don't care for anything
It's all in and I'm not afraid I don't fear
Falling

(Alison Moyet, from "Essex" )

Suitedcallousedfragilemystic.. ..vexedbyhalitosis


Hemi, man, you look dead-beat
walking in the dust
In crumpled suit and rough bare feet
you walk from dawn til dusk

You walk to purify your soul
you never go by car;
Jerusalem is Hemi's goal
and we all shout "You are...

...our suited calloused fragile mystic
vexed by hal-i-to-sis.
Suited calloused fragile mystic
vexed by hal-i-to-sis !!
Suited calloused fragile mystic
vexed by hal-i-to-sis !!!

"Oh Hemi man, you've got bad breath,
it really is atrocious
And when you walk the River road
we can't help but notice
Our suited calloused fragile mystic
vexed by hal-i-to-sis!"

The Lake Isle of Innisfree. (W B Yeats 1865-1939)

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee;
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.

Big hit by Mel Torme in 1954:

In the mountain greenery
where God paints the scenery
just two crazy people together.

While you love your lover, let
blues skies be your coverlet.
When it rains we laugh at the weather.

And if you're good
I'll search for wood
so you can cook
while i stand looking.

Beans could get no keener re-
ception in a beanery.
Bless our Mountain Greenery home!


They don't write lyrics like that any more !