Drinking Rum and Coca-cola.

The song was published in the United States with Amsterdam listed as the lyricist and Jeri Sullavan and Paul Baron as musical composers, the melody had been previously published as the work of Trinidadian calypso composer Lionel Belasco on a song titled "L'Année Passée," which was in turn based on a folksong from Martinique.^[2] The original lyrics to "Rum and Coca-Cola" were written by Rupert Grant, another calypso musician from Trinidad who went by the stage name of Lord Invader.^{[citation needed]} (The true credits for music and lyrics were restored in a plagiarism lawsuit won by attorney Louis Nizer, the account of which can be read in his book, My Life in Court.)

According to Lord Invader:

Calypso is the folklore of Trinidad, a style of poetry, telling about current events in song. Back home in the West Indies, Trinidad, where I'm from, it's a small island, I'm proud of it. I was traveling on a bus, someplace they call Point Cumana, a bathing resort, and I happened to see the G.I.s in the American social invasion in the West Indies, Trinidad. You know the girls used to get the candies and stuff like that, and they go to the canteens with the boys and so on, have fun. So I noticed since the G.I.s came over there, they really generally chase with soda, ordinary soda, but their chaser was Rum and Coke. They drink rum, and they like Coca-Cola as a chaser, so I studied that as an idea of a song, and Morey Amsterdam had the nerve to say that he composed that song back here.^[3]

Andrews Sisters - Rum And Coca Cola (Rare DOT Recording)

https://youtu.be/r3ntMHk_QiM

Rum & Coca-Cola- Harry Belafonte (Vinyl)

https://youtu.be/6B4cd11SWHY

Wanda Jackson - Rum and Coca-Cola

https://youtu.be/GDPkp0Aetoc

THE ANDREWS SISTERS
"Rum And Coca-Cola"

(Words: Morey Amsterdam / Music: Jeri Sullavan, Paul Baron)

Play Music

If you ever go down Trinidad
They make you feel so very glad
Calypso sing and make up rhyme
Guarantee you one real good fine time

Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola
Go down Point Koomahnah
Both mother and daughter
Workin' for the Yankee dollar

Oh, beat it man, beat it

Since the Yankee come to Trinidad
They got the young girls all goin' mad
Young girls say they treat 'em nice
Make Trinidad like paradise

Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola
Go down Point Koomahnah
Both mother and daughter
Workin' for the Yankee dollar

Oh, you vex me, you vex me

From Chicachicaree to Mona's Isle
Native girls all dance and smile
Help soldier celebrate his leave
Make every day like New Year's Eve

Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola
Go down Point Koomahnah
Both mother and daughter
Workin' for the Yankee dollar

It's a fact, man, it's a fact

In old Trinidad, I also fear
The situation is mighty queer
Like the Yankee girl, the native swoon
When she hear der Bingo croon

Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola
Go down Point Koomahnah
Both mother and daughter
Workin' for the Yankee dollar

Out on Manzanella Beach
G.I. romance with native peach
All night long, make tropic love
Next day, sit in hot sun and cool off

Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola
Go down Point Koomahnah
Both mother and daughter
Workin' for the Yankee dollar

It's a fact, man, it's a fact

Rum and Coca-Cola
Rum and Coca-Cola
Workin' for the Yankee dollar

BRCA mutations and cancer risk.

http://www.livescience.com/50404-brca-mutations-cancer-risk.html

Acquired allergy from blood transfusion.

http://www.livescience.com/50406-blood-donation-allergies.html

Born Free w/ lyrics - Matt Monro

Please click on the web-link below with speakers on :-

https://youtu.be/d6c70hPa8iU

From another popular film of the 1960s.

Forensic evidence, no certainties.

http://theconversation.com/forensic-evidence-offers-only-probabilities-not-guarantees-that-justice-will-be-served-39230

Sleep and the brain.

http://theconversation.com/what-is-going-on-in-your-brain-when-you-sleep-39723

Popular hits in the UK during the time of the World War 2.

Wish me luck as you wave me good-bye – Vera Lynn

25 minutes of World War 2 songs – Sing along.

https://youtu.be/wANrGvrDjg4

Lili Marleen

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

This article is about the song. For the 1950 British film, see Lilli Marlene (film). For the 1981 German film by Rainer Werner Fassbinder, see Lili Marleen (film).

Written as a poem in 1915, during World War I, it was published under the title "Das Lied eines jungen Soldaten auf der Wacht" (German for "The Song of a Young Soldier on Watch") in 1937 and was first recorded by Lale Andersen in 1939 under the title "Das Mädchen unter der Laterne" ("The Girl under the Lantern")."Lili Marleen" (also known as "Lili Marlen", "Lilli Marlene", "Lily Marlene", "Lili Marlène" and similar variants) is a German love song which became popular during World War II with soldiers of both sides.

Following the Nazi invasion of Yugoslavia in 1941, Radio Belgrade became Soldatensender Belgrad and played the song frequently to entertain theGerman armed forces within its reach. It became popular throughout Europe and the Mediterranean among both Axis and Allied troops.

Vera Lynn - Lili Marlene

https://youtu.be/ZSMuTm649Hk

Marlene Dietrich - Lili Marleen - In the original German.

https://youtu.be/hZAV4hsP5WU

https://youtu.be/8DXruigKRRc 

Vera Lynn – Lili Marlene Lyrics

Underneath the lantern
By the barrack gate
Darling I remember
The way you used to wait
'Twas there that you whispered tenderly
That you loved me
You'd always be
My Lili of the lamplight
My own Lili Marlene

Time would come for roll call
Time for us to part
Darling I'd caress you
And press you to my heart
And there neath that far off lantern light
I'd hold you tight
We'd kiss good night
My Lili of the lamplight
My own Lili Marlene

Orders came for sailing
Somewhere over there
All confined to barracks
'Twas more than I could bear
I knew you were waiting in the street
I heard your feet
But could not meet
My Lili of the lamplight
My own Lili Marlene

Resting in our billet
Just behind the line
Even though we're parted
Your lips are close to mine
You wait where that lantern softly gleamed
Your sweet face seems
To haunt my dreams
My Lili of the lamplight
My own Lili Marlene
My Lili of the lamplight
My own Lili Marlene.

Songwriters: LEIP, HANS/SCHULTZE, NORBERT

Lili Marlene lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., CARLIN AMERICA INC

Some enchanted evening - South Pacific

Please click on each of the web-links below with the speakers on:-

https://youtu.be/rGyfw3yiMT4

https://youtu.be/JSyCiIkOde8

https://youtu.be/9C45ze70O1I

https://youtu.be/Y15xkcw5TtU - Mantovani & his orchestra.

South Pacific was shown in the cinemas of Colombo in the early 1960s. I saw it twice.

PGV

Cancer stem-cells in breast cancer.

http://theconversation.com/can-elusive-cancer-stem-cells-seed-new-tumours-months-after-chemotherapy-39553

Iced tea and Kidney failure.

http://www.livescience.com/50347-iced-tea-kidney-failure.html

PS
Sri Lankans drink a lot of 'Plain tea', especially the labouring class. Could this be a cause of the Kidney disease prevalent in our dry zone?
Philip G V

They all fade away in the end, even the greatest of all.

Learnt from this beautifully written script-

email from Lakshman Karalliedde	12:19 PM (1 hour ago)

It is the cruellest lesson in sport, and it is inescapable. Had Tiger Woods been on the first tee early on Thursday morning he would have seen it: Jack Nicklaus, Arnold Palmer and Gary Player, 34 majors between them, dinking drives down the fairway in benevolent old age, that once indestructible talent reduced to faint echoes and distant memory.
Woods, seven years on from the last of his own 14 major wins, has come to Augusta like an ageing prize-fighter desperate to convince that he has one more title shot left in him.
The hype is still there, the style still instantly recognisable. But the physical gifts have dwindled, even as the brain still says: I can do this, I can get it back.

Former number one Woods is now ranked 111th in the world
Such is the aura that Woods created in his glorious time at the top - and he was a player like none other, playing a way no other man could - that it still exerts some of its old grip.
No matter that Thursday was his first round of competitive golf in more than two months, that he is outside the world's top 100 for first time since his debut PGA Tour win in Las Vegas 19 years ago, that since the start of last year he has finished in the top 50 of a tournament just once.
When he proclaimed on Tuesday that he was back, that he had found the miraculous answer to his long-term travails, much of that logic went out of the window. Everyone wants to believe. Everyone wants to be convinced.
It is reminiscent of Muhammad Ali in his own late 30s, persuading the disciples and dreamers he was still the indomitable force of old even as the sorry defeats kept piling up.

Muhammad Ali lost three of his final five professional fights to finish with five career defeats
In some ways the two men have much in common - the most famous sportsmen of their generations, creators of impossible storylines - and in some way so little. While Woods used to like playing soldiers, obsessing over Navy SEALS videos and computer games and even injuring his knee while indulging in mock military exercises, Ali would give up his world titles in protest at a real war and real political injustice.
Ali was unable, for so long, to accept that his rare talents had dwindled away. Woods has seemed to lose the distinction between performing well on the range at home and doing the same in the toughest arena of all.
Better chips have come out of a microwaved cardboard box than the stuff Woods produced around the greens at the aptly-named Waste Management Open earlier this year. He was recognisable alright, but only as a club hacker who hadn't bothered practising.
On a scorching Augusta afternoon that was no longer the problem. His short game was excellent. His touch around the greens was sure. It was what led to those shots that was his downfall.

Woods's major victories
Masters(4)	1997, 2001, 2002, 2005
PGA Championship(4)	1999, 2000, 2006, 2007
US Open(3)	2000, 2002, 2008
Open Championship(3)	2000, 2005, 2006

The grandstands here can appear a safe-house for the world's least loved colours. Angry Mustard, Washed-Out Pea, Bloodshot Pink, Apologetic Mauve.
Those polo shirts were a model of restraint compared to Tiger off the tee - first drive right, second drive right, dropped club on the sixth as his ball swished into the pine needles once again, self-admonishment on the ninth following two below-par shots.
Why has he chosen to come back here, stepping straight into the glare of a tournament that attracts the public like none other?
In many ways it makes sense - coming back to where it all began, coming back to the place where he has won more majors than anywhere else.
His triumph at Augusta in 1997 broke records and established a new hegemony. Even since the last of his four titles in 2005, through periods when his form has slipped and false-started, he has finished Masters tournaments second, tied second, tied third, three times tied fourth and once tied sixth.

Nicklaus won his 18th and final major at Augusta and remains the oldest winner of the Green Jacket
At 39 he should not be too old. Nicklaus was 46 when he pulled off that romantic charge through the back nine in 1986, six years after his previous major win, Ben Crenshaw 43 when he won the second of his Masters titles in 1995, 11 years after previous major win. Gary Player, Sam Snead and Mark O'Meara all won here in their 40s.
The galleries, dressed in the brand his endorsement pushed to new levels of popularity, show no sign of caring about the car crashes in his personal life, figurative and literal.
It is the perfect course. Yet he has an imperfect game.
Moments after being given a standing ovation by the crowds lining the 11th fairway and 12th tee, he stuck his iron into Rae's Creek.
There was a groan, and not even one of horror. Disappointment, but not surprise.
To finish one over par was no disintegration. World number one Rory McIlroy, no longer his heir apparent but comfortable on the throne, was only two shots better off.
But when you have changed the game, forced even the living museum that is Augusta to be rebuilt, a supporting role in the chorus line can never be enough.
And there, out in front by three shots, a full nine ahead of Woods, was a 21-year-old, Jordan Spieth, doing to Woods and his generation exactly what Tiger once did to the champions of his past.
Even those who never fell for his buccaneering charms it can be melancholy to watch.
There are flickers of the old genius. His iron shot from deep in the trees to the left of the seventh fairway, hit with a skip and jump and total disregard for precedent and aerodynamics to the heart of the green, could have been imagined by few and pulled off by fewer.

Woods has not won a major since the 2008 US Open
But flickers are all they were, the conjuring only required because control had already been lost. It was the punt of a gambler, of a man who cannot trust the prosaic.
A man who once lived in a world of physical certainty and total self-belief now has to battle the bewilderment of his own body not doing what he wants.
Woods was always obsessed with advancing his swing. Now, on his fourth guru and fourth re-model, he is lost in old muscle memory and new drills, the old certainties gone, the new ones always tantalisingly out of reach.
Where has this compulsive fine-tuning got him? Drifting like a ghost at the scene of his greatest triumphs, chasing something no longer there.
Each morning, by the white wooden gates to Augusta, a brimstone preacher warns the queuing spectators of the certain hell they face ahead. A well-hit three-iron away, in benign golfing heaven, the ancient saints in Palmer, Nicklaus and Player are venerated all the same.
Woods is not yet ready to go the same way. He will keep raging against the dying of the light, maybe well enough to win one final day in the sun.
But it will come in the end, just as it always has, just as it always will.

Barber's chair.

email from Dennis Aloysius A loud mouth Texan sat on the barber's chair.  "I'll have a shave and a shoe shine."  The barber began to lather his face while a woman with the most beautiful breasts  he had ever seen, knelt down and began to shine his shoes.  The Texan said, "Honey, you and I should go spend the afternoon in a hotel room."  She replied, "Sorry, I'm married and I’d never be unfaithful to my husband."  The Texan said, "Tell him you're working overtime and I'll pay you the difference."  She said, "You tell him; you're closer!”

Besame Mucho.

"Bésame Mucho" (Kiss me a lot) is a song written in 1940 by Mexican songwriter Consuelo Velázquez.^[1]

It is one of the most famous boleros, and was recognized in 1999 as the most sung and recorded Mexican and Latin American song in the world. The song was inducted into the Latin Grammy Hall of Fame in 2001.^[2]

According to Velázquez herself, she wrote this song even though she had never been kissed yet at the time and kissing, as she heard, was considered a sin.^[3][4]

^{She was inspired by the piano piece "Quejas, o la Maja y el Ruiseñor" from the 1911 suite Goyescas by Spanish composer Enrique Granados, which he later also included as Aria of the Nightingale in his 1916 opera of the same name (Wikipedia)}

Please click on each web-link below with speakers on :-

https://youtu.be/83lnl6hOmUw - Besame mucho-Andrea Bocelli with Spanish lyrics, subtitles and English translation

https://youtu.be/Pqgj-Ch4LtE

https://youtu.be/MGaO1oJON88 - Placido Domingo

https://youtu.be/nWUdavQGvPY - Dean Martin

https://youtu.be/j68vN_5ia0w - Guitar

Mike Reed plays "Besame Mucho" on the Hammond Organ

https://youtu.be/5eXtduBn334

"Besame Mucho"

Besame besame mucho
Each time I cling to your kiss I hear music divine
Besame besame mucho
Hold me my darling and say that you'll always be mine

This joy is something new my arms enfolding you, never knew this thrill before
Whoever thought I'd be holding you close to me whispering you I adore
Dearest one if you should leave me
Each little dream would take wing and my life would be through
Besame besame mucho
Love me forever and make all my dreams come true
Besame besame mucho
Love me forever and make all my dreams come true.

1960 Medical Entrants Colombo, get together on 13th June 2015 at Negombo, Sri Lanka.

All those intending to attend the 1960 entrants Batch get together, on 13th June 2015 at Negombo, Sri Lanka, are kindly requested, to send their names and the number of extras attending, for us to inform the hotel early. 

This includes those who have booked for stay at the Jetwing Hotels.

Memorial Service for late Prof Tissa Kappagoda.

email from Sena & Sarojini

Dear Philip

Please share with our batch mates.



Memorial Service for late Prof. Tissa Kappagoda

I watched the 2 hrs 22 minutes long video recording sent to us by Philip with emotion and mixed feelings of sadness and joy. He would be missed by the family and his colleagues, patients and work mates but the memories of his achievements and dedicated services would remain cherished for a long time.


The memorial service was so meticulously conducted in open air location and the organisers were fortunate to have such glorious sunny weather .

The younger daughter Shanthi appeared so calm and steady and emotionally strong to maintain her M.C. role with such dignity and humility.

Following a brief welcome speech by her on behalf of the family, a large no of speakers addressed the large gathering to share their memorable events and experiences they could recollect about Tissa.
They were so varied from medical and academic colleagues, work mates, support staff, patients and families, research assistants/ students and few more.


His elder brother Nihal spoke on behalf of the Kappagoda family whilst a Sri Lankan Buddhist monk conducted a very brief but salient religious service appreciated by the large gathering of local community.


The speeches were heart warming, emotional and moving but covered most of his amazing qualities as an excellent and dedicated clinician, research worker and a tough mentor, workaholic, academic brilliance, being a wonderful husband and a loving father, author of several publications and above all humble, friendly and a much loved human being.


Tissa deserved all the praise and he would have appreciated in silence but with great admiration. The family would have been greatly comforted with such an amazing flash back of his exceptional life and career progress as narrated by such a varied admirers.


Iam glad that I watched the video in full and felt proud to have been a batch mate of such repute and fame.

Thank you Philip for sharing.

May he attain the ever lasting bliss of Nibbhana.


Nana

C.S.Nanayakkara