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CYBERVANIA.

2005 Toronto Convention.

CYBERVANIA
CYBERVANIA Site Map.
Two Major Home Cities:
Tributes to Late Relatives.

OH CANADA.


O Canada!
Our home and native land!
True patriot love in all thy sons command.
With glowing hearts we see thee rise,
The True North strong and free!
From far and wide,
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
God keep our land glorious and free!
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.


 

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SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY:


I'm gonna take a Sentimental Journey,
Gonna set my heart at ease.
Gonna make a Sentimental Journey,
to renew old memories.
I got my bags, I got my reservations,
Spent each dime I could afford.
Like a child in wild anticipation,
Long to hear that, "All aboard!"
Seven...that's the time we leave at seven.
I'll be waitin' up at heaven,
Countin' every mile of railroad track, (that takes me back.)
I never knew my heart could be so yearny.
Why did I decide to roam?
I'm gonna take that Sentimental Journey,
Sentimental Journey home.
Sentimental Journey.


 

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THE ROSE:


1) Some say love, it is a river
that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger,
an endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower,
and you it's only seed.

2) It's the heart, afraid of breaking,
that never learns to dance.
It's the dream, afraid of waking,
that never takes a chance.
It's the one who won't be taken,
who cannot seem to give.
And the soul, afraid of dyin',
that never learns to live.

3)When the night has been too lonely,
and the road has been too long,
And you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong,
Just remember in the winter
far beneath the bitter snows,
Lies the seed, that with the sun's love,
in the spring becomes The Rose.


 

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IT'S A GRAND NIGHT FOR SINGING:


It's a grand night for singing
The Moon is bright above
And somewhere a bird
Who is bound he'll be heard
Is throwing his heart at the sky.
It's a grand night for singing
The stars are bright above
The earth is a-glow
And to add to the show
I think I am falling in love
Falling, falling in love.

Maybe it's more than the moon
Maybe it's more than the birds
Maybe it's more than sight of the night
In the light too lovely for words
Maybe it's more than the earth
Shiny and silvery blue
Maybe the reason I'm feeling this way
Has something to do with you.

It's a grand night for singing
The Moon is bright above.
And somewhere a bird
Who is bound he'll be heard
Is throwing his heart to the sky.
It's a grand night for singing
The stars are bright above
The earth is a-glow
And to add to the show
I think I am falling in love
Falling, falling in love.


 

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AHAB THE ARAB:


Let me tell you about Ahab the Arab
The sheik of the burning sand

He had emeralds and rubies just drippin' off 'a him
And a ring on every finger of his hand
He wore a big ol' turban wrapped around his head
And a scimitar by his side
And, every evenin', about midnight
He'd jump on his camel named Clyde, and ride
Silently through the night to the sultan's tent where he
would secretly meet up with Fatima of the Seven Veils,
swingingest grade "A" number one US choice dancer in
the sultan's whole harem, 'cause, heh, him and her had
a thing goin', you know, and they'd been carryin' on
for some time now behind the sultan's back and you
could hear him talk to his camel as he rode out across the
dunes, his voice would cut through the still night desert
air and he'd say (iArabic speech sounds) "Sold! American!"
which is Arabic for, "Stop, Clyde!"
and Clyde'd say, (camel noises), which is camel for,
"What the heck did he say anyway?"

Well, he brought that camel to a screechin' halt,
In the rear of Fatima's tent
Jumped off Clyde, snuck around the corner
And into the tent he went.
There he saw Fatima layin' on a zebra skin rug
With Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
and a bone in her nose ho, ho.
There she was, friends, lyin' there in all her radiant
beauty, eating on a raisin, grape, apricot, pomegranate,
bowl of chittlin's, two bananas, three Hershey bars,
sipping on a RC co-cola listenin' to her transistor,
watchin' the Grand Ole Opry on the tube, readin' a Mad
magazine while she sung, "Does your chewing gum lose
it's flavor?" Yeah, Ahab walked up to her and he say,
(Arabic speech sounds), which is Arabic for
"Let's twist again like we did last summer, baby.!!"
Ha, ha, ha!! You know what I mean!
Whew! She looked up at him from off the rug,
give him one of the sly looks,
She said "Crazy, crazy, crazy baby!"

Yeah, and that's the story 'bout Ahab the Arab
The sheik of the burnin' sand
Ahab the Arab, the swingin' sheik of the burnin' sand.


 

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1800's CAMPFIRE MEDLEY:


The Camptown ladies sing this song
Doo-dah! Doo-dah!
The Camptown racetrack's five miles long
Oh! doo-dah day!
I come down there with my hat caved in
Doo-dah! doo-dah!
I go back home with a pocket full of tin
Oh! de doo-dah day!
Goin' to run all night
Goin' to run all day
I bet my money on a bob-tailed nag
Somebody bet on the Bay.

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I've been working on the Railroad
All the live lon day.
I've been working on the Railroad
Just to pass the time of day.
Can't you here the whistle blowing
Rise up oh early this morn.
Can't you here the Captain shouting,
Dinah blow your horn!

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Dinah won't you blow,
Dinah won't you blow,
Dinah won't you blow your horn.
Dinah won't you blow,
Dinah won't you blow,
Dinah won't you blow your horn!

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Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah,
Someone's in the kitchen I know,
Someone's int the kitchen with Dinah,
Strummin' on the old Banjo! (and singing)

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Fee-fi-fiddlee-i-o.
Fee-fi-fiddlee-i-o-o-o-o
Fee-fi-fiddlee-i-o,
Strummin' on the old Banjo!

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Oh, give me a home, where the buffalo roam,
Where the deer and the antelope play,
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day.
Home, home on the range,
Where the deer and the antelope play,
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day.

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In a cavern, in a canyon,
Excavating for a mine
Dwelt a miner forty niner,
And his daughter Clementine.
Oh my darling, oh my darling,
Oh my darling, Clementine!
Thou art lost and gone forever,
Dreadful sorry, Clementine.

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Down in front of Casey's
Old brown wooden stoop,
On a summer's evening,
We formed a merry group.
Boys and girls together,
Me and Mamie O'Rourke,
Tripped the light fantastic,
On the sidewalks of New York.
East side, west side,
All around the town,
The tots sang "Ring-a-Rosie,"
"London Bridge is Falling Down."
Boys and girls together,
Me and Mamie O'Rourke,
Tripped the light fantastic,
On the sidewalks of New York.

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