Not just today

This is dedicated to all the heroes, in our country and around the world. Not athletes. I'm talking about HEROES. Those that perform their jobs, protect the country, save lives, because that is what they DO. No credit. No mention. No requests for autographs. Just a sense of duty, doing what needs to be done when it needs to be done. To them, I say thank you.

It’s September 11, 2011, ten years to the day after the planes struck the twin towers and the Pentagon building. Many memorial services will be happening today to honor those who died in these crashes, and those who sacrificed their lives trying to save them.

My wish is that people remember not just today, but always, about the sacrifices that were made that day, and for the country’s freedom all along its history. Heroism did not take place on just one day. Terrorism does not take place on just one day. The fight for freedom does not happen on just one day.

Every day there are soldiers around the world fighting to maintain our freedom. Every day, fire fighters run into burning buildings to save the lives of those trapped within. Every day, lives are lost in these battles.

Today, we remember those of 9/11. I hope it isn’t just today.

Via Chip Esten

Like many of you, music is a HUGE part of my life. I like almost all styles.
There are songs that I've come to know because of the men of "Whose Line Is It Anyway," and when I hear them, I get a happy fuzzy feeling. (I'm easy. Sue me.)

Chip's done several styles of music as one of the singing improvisers. What stands out for me is Bruce Springsteen and Depeche Mode(-ish) from Whose Live Anyway? However, in my opinion, the man BELONGS on a Broadway stage. Here we go, then, inspired by a character he did during a game of "Jeopardy" at "A Night Of Improv."


Be Our Guest - Lumiere (from "Beauty and the Beast")

[Lumiere:]      Ma chere Mademoiselle, it is with deepest pride
                and greatest pleasure that we welcome you tonight.
                And now we invite you to relax, let us pull up a
                chair as the dining room proudly presents - your
                dinner!

                Be our guest
                Be our guest
                Put our service to the test
                Tie your napkin 'round your neck, cherie
                And we provide the rest
                Soup du jour
                Hot hors d'oeuvres
                hy, we only live to serve
                Try the grey stuff, it's delicious
                Don't believe me? Ask the dishes
                They can sing
                They can dance
                After all, Miss, this is France
                And a dinner here is never second best
                Go on, unfold your menu
                Take a glance and then you'll
                Be our guest
                Oui, our guest
                Be our guest

                Beef ragout
                Cheese souffle
                Pie and pudding "en flambe"
                We'll prepare and serve with flair
                A culinary cabaret
                You're alone
                And you're scared
                But the banquet's all prepared
                No one's gloomy or complaining
                While the flatware's entertaining
                We tell jokes
                I do tricks
                With my fellow candlesticks
[Mugs:]         And it's all in perfect taste
                That you can bet
[All:]          Come on and lift your glass
                You've won your own free pass
                To be out guest
[Lumiere:]      If you're stressed
                It's fine dining we suggest
[All:]          Be our guest
                Be our guest
                Be our guest

[Lumiere:]      Life is so unnerving
                For a servat who's not serving
                He's not whole without a soul to wait upon
                Ah, those good old days when we were useful
                Suddenly those good old days are gone
                Ten years we've been rusting
                Needing so much more than dusting
                Needing exercise, a chance to use our skills
                Most days we just lay around the castle
                Flabby, fat and lazy
                You walked in and oops-a-daisy!

[Mrs Potts:]    It's a guest
                It's a guest
                Sakes alive, well I'll be blessed
                Wine's been poured and thank the Lord
                I've had the napkins freshly pressed
                With dessert
                She'll want tea
                And my dear that's fine with me
                While the cups do their soft shoeing
                I'll be bubbling, I'll be brewing
                I'll get warm
                Piping hot
                Heaven's sakes! Is that a spot?
                Clean it up! We want the company impressed
                We've got a lot to do
                Is it one lump or two
                For you, our guest?
[Chorus:]       She's our guest
[Mrs Potts:]    She's our guest
[Chorus:]       She's our guest

                Be our guest
                Be our guest
                Our command is your request
                It's ten years since we had anybody here
                And we're obsessed
                With your meal
                With your ease
                Yes, indeed, we aim to please
                While the candlelight's still glowing
                Let us help you
                We'll keep going

                Course by course
                One by one
                'Til you shout, "Enough! I'm done!"
                Then we'll sing you off to sleep as you digest
                Tonight you'll prop your feet up
                But for now, let's eat up
                Be our guest
                Be our guest
                Be our guest
                Please, be our guest

Via Jeff Davis

Like many of you, music is a HUGE part of my life. I like almost all styles.
There are songs that I've come to know because of the men of "Whose Line Is It Anyway," and when I hear them, I get a happy fuzzy feeling. (I'm easy. Sue me.)

Since Jeff's one of the players known for his singing, and does a LOT of different song styles, I could have chosen from any number of songs. However, this one from "Improvaganza" is my favorite, introduced and titled by Greg, based on "Songs of the Lumberjack." Sorry, Jeff, you're marked for life.


Flap My Jack - Jeff Davis and Chip Esten


J:Good evening boys and girls!

C:good day!

J:We've got a song to sing for you and if you know the chorus you can sing along!

C:this one's a cracker so everybody have a good time alright!

J:where are you from?

C: I don't know.

J:What's the name of the song? I've already forgotten because i have been drinking.

C:can you kids say drinking?

J:Oh flap my jack

C:Oh yes!

J:Let's sing Flap My Jack: ♫♫♫ Flippity Flap Flippity Flap put a pancake on the stack everybody flap my jack. flippity flap flippity flap put a pancake on the stack and everybody flap my jack!

C: We got one cake on the bottom on top and in the middle you pour a little batter and you put it on the griddle and then your all done if you want more you can come back so everybody
Both: flippity flap my jack! OH flippity flap flippity flap put a pancake on the stack everybody flap my jack.
C: Oh yes!

Both: flippity flap flippity flap put a pancake on the stack and everybody flap my jack! Everybody now! Oh flippity flap flippity flap put a pancake on the stack everybody flap my jack. Now just you sir!

Random guy: flippity flap flippity flap flippity flap flippity flap....
J: NO WRONG! flippity flap, put a pancake on the stack everybody needs a good breakfast in the day. flippity flap, flippity flap put a pancake on the stack and don't take my butter away!

C:The batter the batter is soft as silk the batter the batter is buttermilk the batter the batter the better the batter the bitter the batter the batter the bitter the batter the batter, PLAY BALL!

J: flippity flap, flippity flap put a pancake on the stack and everybody flap my jack!

 C: Everybody now!All: Flippity flap, flippity flap put a pancake on the stack and everybody flap my jack!

Via Colin Mochrie

Like many of you, music is a HUGE part of my life. I like almost all styles.
There are songs that I've come to know because of the men of "Whose Line Is It Anyway," and when I hear them, I get a happy fuzzy feeling. (I'm easy. Sue me.)

This was a tough choice, as well, but for the opposite reason from Ryan's. I had to decide from several songs which one I thought was best. Colin once mentioned that this was his favorite song. It's certainly not the happiest song. Maybe I'll add different one in a later post, but for now...


Tonight Is The Night I Fell Asleep At The Wheel - Barenaked Ladies

Driving home to be with you
The highway's dividing, the city's in view
As usual, I'm almost on time
You're the last thing that's on my mind
I wish I could tell you the way that I feel
But tonight is the night I fell asleep at the wheel

No commotion, no screaming brakes
Most of it's over before I awake
From the ceiling, my coffee cup drips
While out my window, the horizon does flips
The worst part was hitting the ground -
Not the feeling so much as the sound
Can't help but wonder if all this is real
Cause tonight is the night I fell asleep at the wheel

Rubberneck traffic and passersby
And Slow Motion Walter the fire engine guy
Stand around with their mouths open wide
I heard some idiot ask if someone's inside
With the Jaws of Life they tried and they tried
Nobody here can know how I feel
Cause tonight is the night I fell asleep at the wheel

I guess it's over now
Cause I've never seen so much
Never seen so much, never seen so much
Never seen so much, never seen so much
I guess it's over now
Cause I've never seen so much
Never seen so much, never seen so much
Never seen so much, never seen so much
So much blood

In all the confusion, there's something serene
I'm just a posthumous part of the scene
Now I'm floating above looking in
As the radio blares and wheels spin
I can see my face slump with a grin

And you...you're the last thing on my mind
You're the last thing on my mind
You're the last thing on my mind
You're the last thing on my mind

Via Ryan Stiles

Like many of you, music is a HUGE part of my life. I like almost all styles.
There are songs that I've come to know because of the men of "Whose Line Is It Anyway," and when I hear them, I get a happy fuzzy feeling. (I'm easy. Sue me.)

Finding a song that brought Ryan to mind might have been a little tougher were it not for a game he played on "Improvaganza." During "Sound Effects," he "cued" a George Strait song. The guy doing the effects didn't know any. I didn't, either, so I iTuned him. This is my favorite.

Here For A Good Time - George Strait

I'm not gonna lay around and whine and moan
Cuz somebody done done me wrong
Don't think for a minute that I'm gonna sit around and sing some old sad song
I believe it's half full not a half empty glass
Every day I wake up knowing it could be my last

I ain't here for a long time
I'm here for a good time
So bring on the sunshine to hell with the red wine
Pour me some moon shine
When I'm gone put it in stone he left nothin behind
I ain't here for a long time
I'm here for a good time

Folks are always dreaming about what they like to do
But I like to do just what I like
I'll take the chance dance the dance
It might be wrong but then again it might be right
There's no way of knowing what tomorrow brings
Life is too short to waste it I say bring on anything
 
I ain't here for a long time
I'm here for a good time
So bring on the sunshine to hell with the red wine
Pour me some moon shine When I am gone put it in stone he left nothin' behind
I ain't here for a long time
I'm here for a good time
I ain't here for a long time
I'm here for a good time 

Via Greg Proops

Like many of you, music is a HUGE part of my life. I like almost all styles.
There are songs that I've come to know because of the men of "Whose Line Is It Anyway," and when I hear them, I get a happy fuzzy feeling. (I'm easy. Sue me.)

I knew this song before ever associating it with Greg. It's the name of the band that hooked it up to Greg for life. I also spent a few hours in the car with my Cakes, Sara, listening ONLY to this song. That was FUN.

500 Miles - The Proclaimers

When I wake up, well I know i'm gonna be,
I'm gonna be the man who wakes up next you
When I go out, yeah I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you
If I get drunk, well I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who gets drunk next to you
And if I haver, Yeah I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's havering to you


But I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be the man who walks a thousand miles
To fall down at your door

When I'm working, yes I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's working hard for you
And when the money, comes in for the work I do
I'll pass almost every penny on to you
When I come home(When I come home), well I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who comes back home to you
And if I grow-old,(When I grow-old) well I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's growing old with you

But I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be the man who walks a thousand miles
To fall down at your door

da da da (da da da)
da da da (da da da)

Da Da Da Dun Diddle Un Diddle Un Diddle Uh Da

da da da (da da da)
da da da (da da da)

Da Da Da Dun Diddle Un Diddle Un Diddle Uh Da

When I'm lonely, well I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's lonely without you
And when I'm dreaming, well I know I'm gonna dream
I'm gonna Dream about the time when I'm with you
When I go out(When I go out), well I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you
And when I come home(When I come home), yes I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who comes back home with you
I'm gonna be the man who's coming home with you

But I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be the man who walks a thousand miles
To fall down at your door


da da da (da da da)
da da da (da da da)

Da Da Da Dun Diddle Un Diddle Un Diddle Uh Da

da da da (da da da)
da da da (da da da)

Da Da Da Dun Diddle Un Diddle Un Diddle Uh Da

da da da (da da da)
da da da (da da da)

Da Da Da Dun Diddle Un Diddle Un Diddle Uh Da

da da da (da da da)
da da da (da da da)

Da Da Da Dun Diddle Un Diddle Un Diddle Uh Da

And I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles
To fall down at your door

Via Brad Sherwood

Like many of you, music is a HUGE part of my life. I like almost all styles.
There are songs that I've come to know because of the men of "Whose Line Is It Anyway," and when I hear them, I get a happy fuzzy feeling. (I'm easy. Sue me.)

Seriously, I'd NEVER heard this song before Brad put it into the C/B pre-show mix. (This song is now my ring-tone.)

Crazy Train - Ozzy Osbourne

 All aboard! Ha ha ha ha ha ha haaaa!

Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay

Crazy, but that's how it goes
Millions of people living as foes
Maybe it's not too late
To learn how to love
And forget how to hate

Mental wounds not healing
Life's a bitter shame
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train

Let's Go!
I've listened to preachers
I've listened to fools
I've watched all the dropouts
Who make their own rules
One person conditioned to rule and control
The media sells it and you live the role

Mental wounds still screaming
Driving me insane
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train

I know that things are going wrong for me
You gotta listen to my words
Yeah

Heirs of a cold war
That's what we've become
Inheriting troubles I'm mentally numb
Crazy, I just cannot bear
I'm living with something' that just isn't fair

Mental wounds not healing
Who and what's to blame
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train