Atlantic Dance Orchestra / Kaplan's Melodists - Follow The Swallow / There's A Bend At The End Of The Swanee album flac
- Album: Follow The Swallow / There's A Bend At The End Of The Swanee
- FLAC: 1792 mb | MP3: 1821 mb
- Released: 1924
- Rating: 4.3/5
- Votes: 234
- Format: DMF AIFF VQF MP2 XM DXD ASF
|R||Follow The Swallow|
|L||There's A Bend At The End Of The Swanee|
- Manufactured By – Edison Laboratories
Barcode and Other Identifiers
- Matrix / Runout (Side R): 9663
- Matrix / Runout (Side L): 9668
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This song by "Skeeter Davis" was released in 1962 and only reached number 18 here in the UK charts, but it done much better in the .,reaching number 2 on . .
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Roaring 1920s Dave Kaplan's Melodists "What's Your Hurry?" .
Swanee" is an American popular song written in 1919 by George Gershwin, with lyrics by Irving Caesar. It is most often associated with singer Al Jolson. Caesar and Gershwin, who was then aged 20, claimed to have written the song in about ten minutes riding on a bus in Manhattan, finishing it at Gershwin's apartment
R. –Hotel Commodore Dance Orchestra. In A Little Spanish Town ('Twas On A Night Like This). Written-By – Young, Mabel Wayne, Lewis. L. –Kaplan's Melodists. Written-By – Cliff Friend.
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A groundbreaking work from a master, The Ocean at the End of the Lane is told with a rare understanding of all that makes us human, and shows the power of stories to reveal and shelter us from the darkness inside and out. It is a stirring, terrifying, and elegiac fable as delicate as a butterfly's wing and as menacing as a knife in the dark.
Truth is, there aren't any grown-ups. Not one, in the whole wide world. Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane. I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled. Adults are content to walk the same way, hundreds of times, or thousands; perhaps it never occurs to adults to step off the paths, to creep beneath rhododendrons, to find the spaces between fences. I was a child, which meant that I knew a dozen different ways of getting out of our property and into the lane, ways that would not involve walking down our drive. tags: mythology, the-lane. You don't pass or fail at being a person, dear.