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Judy Collins' rendering of it is excellent, David. 
Many thanks for sharing it.
CR
 

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From: David Boyd <[log in to unmask]>
To: [log in to unmask]
Sent: Thursday, November 3, 2011 3:54 PM
Subject: Re: [lbo-talk] rhapsody on a windy night/memories


Sarah Brightman is secondrate / puny compared with eg

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MsOZ-lLY_tU

(nice song; shame about the video......)


On 3 November 2011 19:02, Chokh Raj <[log in to unmask]> wrote:

"Memory!  
> You have the key,  
> The little lamp spreads a ring on the stair,  
> Mount. " 
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> Cheers,
>   CR 
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>From: Chokh Raj <[log in to unmask]>
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>Sent: Wednesday, November 2, 2011 8:30 PM 
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>Subject: Re: [lbo-talk] rhapsody on a windy night/memories
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>I listened to a few versions but I liked this one the most:
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>Barbra Streisand - HD STEREO - Memory - CC for lyrics
>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=78Ruh0ewBVo&feature=related
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>CR 
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>From: Chokh Raj <[log in to unmask]>
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>Sent: Wednesday, November 2, 2011 8:11 PM
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>ARTIST: Andrew Lloyd Webber, Trevor Nunn and T. S. Eliot
>TITLE: Memory
>Lyrics and Chords
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>http://www.guntheranderson.com/v/data/memory.htm
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>CR 
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>From: Carrol Cox <[log in to unmask]>
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>Sent: Wednesday, November 2, 2011 7:25 PM
>Subject: FW: [lbo-talk] rhapsody on a windy night/memories
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>On Behalf Of MICHAEL YATES
>Sent: Wednesday, November 02, 2011 6:16 PM
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>Subject: [lbo-talk] rhapsody on a windy night/memories
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>I recently referred to a dustup on a facebook page devoted to people who
>grew up in my hometown during the 1950s and 1960s. Members reacted angrily
>when I simply asked what they thought about OWS. They said that the site was
>only for memories of the past. One person said that she wanted and needed
>only warm and fuzzy memories. I have been thinking about this. I am a sap
>for pretty (and sometimes sappy) tunes, and I like the song Memory from
>Cats. I enjoy the version sung by Sarah Brightman, who was married to Andrew
>Llloyd Webber. Memory is the only song in the musical that doesn't come
>mainly from T.S. Eliot's Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats. It was written
>by Trevor Nunn, the musical's director. It is based in part on Eliot's poem,
>Rhapsody on a Windy Night. This is a great poem. It doesn't invoke warm and
>fuzzy feelings, but it makes Webber seem like he would be a good candidate
>for that facebook group!
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>TWELVE o'clock.
>Along the reaches of the street
>Held in a lunar synthesis,
>Whispering lunar incantations
>Dissolve the floors of memory
>And all its clear relations
>Its divisions and precisions,
>Every street lamp that I pass
>Beats like a fatalistic drum,
>And through the spaces of the dark
>Midnight shakes the memory
>As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
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>Half-past one,
>The street lamp sputtered,
>The street lamp muttered,
>The street lamp said, "Regard that woman
>Who hesitates toward you in the light of the door
>Which opens on her like a grin.
>You see the border of her dress
>Is torn and stained with sand,
>And you see the corner of her eye
>Twists like a crooked pin."
>The memory throws up high and dry
>A crowd of twisted things;
>A twisted branch upon the beach
>Eaten smooth, and polished
>As if the world gave up
>The secret of its skeleton,
>Stiff and white.
>A broken spring in a factory yard,
>Rust that clings to the form that the strength has left
>Hard and curled and ready to snap.
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>Half-past two,
>The street-lamp said,
>"Remark the cat which flattens itself in the gutter,
>Slips out its tongue
>And devours a morsel of rancid butter."
>So the hand of the child, automatic,
>Slipped out and pocketed a toy that was running along the quay.
>I could see nothing behind that child's eye.
>I have seen eyes in the street
>Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
>And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
>An old crab with barnacles on his back,
>Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
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>Half-past three,
>The lamp sputtered,
>The lamp muttered in the dark.
>The lamp hummed:
>"Regard the moon,
>La lune ne garde aucune rancune,
>She winks a feeble eye,
>She smiles into corners.
>She smooths the hair of the grass.
>The moon has lost her memory.
>A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
>Her hand twists a paper rose,
>That smells of dust and old Cologne,
>She is alone
>With all the old nocturnal smells
>That cross and cross across her brain.
>The reminiscence comes
>Of sunless dry geraniums
>And dust in crevices,
>Smells of chestnuts in the streets,
>And female smells in shuttered rooms,
>And cigarettes in corridors
>And cocktail smells in bars."
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>The lamp said,
>"Four o'clock,
>Here is the number on the door.
>Memory!
>You have the key,
>The little lamp spreads a ring on the stair,
>Mount.
>The bed is open; the tooth-brush hangs on the wall,
>Put your shoes at the door, sleep, prepare for life."
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>The last twist of the knife.
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