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Can’t Buy Me Love — The Beatles

Can’t buy me love, loveCan’t buy me love
I’ll buy you a diamond ring my friend if it makes you feel alrightI’ll get you anything my friend if it makes you feel alright‘Cause I don’t care too much for moneyBut money can’t buy me love
I’ll give you all I got to give if you say you’ll love me tooI may not have a lot to give but what I got I’ll give to youI don’t care too much for moneyBut, money can’t buy me love
Can’t buy me loveEverybody tells me soCan’t buy me loveNo no no, no
Say you don’t need no diamond rings and I’ll be satisfiedTell me that you want the kind of things that money just can’t buyI don’t care too much for moneyMoney can’t buy me love, ow
Can’t buy me loveEverybody tells me soCan’t buy me loveNo no no, no
Say you don’t need no diamond rings and I’ll be satisfiedTell me that you want the kind of things that money just can’t buyI don’t care too much for moneyMoney can’t buy me love
Can’t buy me love, loveCan’t buy me love
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Buckets of Rain — Bob Dylan

Buckets of rainBuckets of tearsGot all them buckets comin’ out of my earsBuckets of moonbeams in my handYou got all the loveHoney baby, I can stand
I’ve been meekAnd hard like an oakI’ve seen pretty people disappear like smokeFriends will arrive, friends will disappearIf you want meHoney baby, I’ll be here
I like your smileAnd your fingertipsLike the way that you move your hipsI like the cool way you look at meEverything about you is bringing me misery
Little red wagonLittle red bikeI ain’t no monkey but I know what I likeI like the way you love me strong and slowI’m takin’ you with meHoney baby, when I go
Life is sadLife is a bustAll ya can do is do what you mustYou do what you must do and ya do it wellI’ll do it for youHoney baby, can’t you tell?
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All My Loving — The Beatles

Close your eyes and I’ll kiss you,
Tomorrow I’ll miss you;
Remember I’ll always be true.
And then while I’m away,
I’ll write home everyday,
And I’ll send all my loving to you.

I’ll pretend that I’m kissing,
The lips I am missing
And hope that my dreams will come true.
And then while I’m away,
I’ll write home everyday,
And I’ll send all my loving to you.

All my loving,
I will send to you,
All my loving,
Darling, I’ll be true.

Close your eyes and I’ll kiss you,
Tomorrow I’ll miss you;
Remember I’ll always be true.
And then while I’m away,
I’ll write home everyday,
And I’ll send all my loving to you.

All my loving,
I will send to you,
All my loving,
Darling, I’ll be true.

All my loving,
All my loving, oo,
All my loving
I will send to you.

 

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A Capella Show

Please bear with me. I hope you can bring up the BarbosTheBand.org website on your smart phone or tablet. Find the music page and then click on the A Cappella linkĀ  so you can follow along and participate.

Our aim is to entertain with song while offering up some tributes to some our lost heros and providing some historical context.

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Ready? Here we go!

I am Peppy Doggett, ISB Class of 1968.

I graduated from ISB in Bangkok in 1968

Then I was off to college.

Seven years of college and look at me now!

AndĀ  I would just like to say

My Conviction (Click on it! Then come back to this page)

That was from the musical Hair which debuted in 1967. There is a line in the libretto that goes like this:

“What the hell you got 1968 that makes you so damn superior ”

Well, there’s Bonnie.

And there’s Charlie

Greg

Hal

Mark and Mark

Mike

Mikki

Paula

Peggy

Sherri

Suzanne

Terry

Tony

And they’re just the ones that are here today!

Many of us were at the ISB Network reunion in San Diego, 2008 which coincided with the 40th anniversary of the Class of 1968 graduation. At that event we adopted this Beatles song as our class theme song.

You can all sing along with us on this and all of these A Cappella songs. Click on the song titles as we come to them.

With A Little Help From My Friends

You can all sing along with us on this and all of these A Cappella songs. Click on the song titles as we come to them

At this time I would like to introduce the Barbos Bums. They are going to provide the base line rhythms. Make some noise to welcome x y and z.

And for background vocals we have the Singha Singers. Please welcome a b and c.

Great! Now we are all set!

For the next song here is a little background. A number of us came over to ISB in early 1965 from the American Community School of Saigon Vietnam as a result of the evacuation due to hostilities there. Raise your hand if you were one…

Wow! Look how many.

My brother Larry, Barbara, Tony, me…

I remember the number of evacuees enrolling in the high-school classes was something like 57 students.

One of the evacuees was my best friend in those days, Roger Brady. Sadly,Ā  he is no longer with us. I am told that a one of the late 1990s network reunions a speaker asked the assembled alumni if any of the women had “dated” Roger. An extraordinary number of hands went up.

He and I enjoyed singing this song. So in tribute to Roger Brady here is

Louie Louie

Well that was fun!

Oh those high-school daze and the high-school bands. One that we enjoyed listening and dancing to long before Barbos The Band came along was the Sonics, comprised of Don Washburn, Carl Layton, Kenny Warren and Chris Curtis (later replaced by Roger Brady). Kenny Warren also passed some years ago. In tribute here is a song he sang for us:

Wild Thing

 

I too was in a high-school band for a short time. We couldn’t come up with a name so we called ourselvesĀ  “the Emanons”… or if you will, “the No Names”.Ā  Pretty silly. I played a white Hofner bass guitar like Paul McCartney. Paul Barb was on lead guitar, and on vocals we had none other than our beloved dearly departed super hero Bob March. And here is one of his favorites:

Gloria

Thank you Bob March!

Moving on I want to sing about how I hope all of you are feeling today. It’s a song by Cream, chosen for its groovy bass line.

I Feel Free

We spoke of the Sonics a few minutes ago.Ā  They were tapped to back up one Louis Kennedy who sang this song which they recorded…Ā  Louise Kennedy later was a contestant on the American TV show “To Tell The Truth” on which she was backed up by a different. There are several YouTube videos of these versions easily found on the internet.Ā  Here now is our own abbreviated version.

Pu Yai Lee

And that ends the Barbos The Band A Cappella show. We do hope you enjoyed it!

 

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Wild Thing — The Troggs

Wild thing, you make my heart sing

You make everything groovy, wild thing

Wild thing, I think I love you

But I wanna know for sure

Come on and hold me tight

I love you

Wild thing, you make my heart sing

You make everything groovy

Wild thing

Wild thing, I think you move me

But I wanna know for sure

Come on and hold me tight

You move me

Wild thing, you make my heart sing

You make everything groovy, wild thing

C’mon, c’mon, wild thing

Check it, check it, wild thing

 

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Pu Yai Lee — trad. Thai folk song

Paw saw song pan ha roi si
Pu Yai Lee tee klong pachum
Chao ban tang ma chum num
Ma pachum tee ban Pu Yai Lee
Taw pai nee Pu Yai Lee
Ja khor glao

Verse 2:

Teung rueang rao tee dai pachum ma
Tang kan kao sang ma wa
Hai chao na liang ped lae sukon

Refrain:

Ma noi, ma noi tamada
Ma noi, ma noi tamada

Verse 3:

Phai ta see hua klon tham wa
Sukon nan keu arai
Poo Yai Lee look keun tob than dai

Refrain:

Ma noi, ma noi tamada
Ma noi, ma noi tamada

Final Spoken Line:

Chao ban ja roo wa ja tam yang ngai

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My Conviction — from Hair the musical

I WOULD JUST LIKE TO SAY THAT IT IS MY CONVICTION

THAT LONGER HAIR AND OTHER FLAMBOYANT AFFECTATIONS

OF APPEARANCE ARE NOTHING MORE

THAN THE MALE’S EMERGENCE FROM HIS DRAB CAMOUFLAGE

INTO THE GAUDY PLUMAGE

WHICH IS THE BIRTHRIGHT OF HIS SEX

THERE IS A PECULIAR NOTION THAT ELEGANT PLUMAGE

AND FINE FEATHERS ARE NOT PROPER FOR THE MAN

WHEN ACTU’LLY

THAT IS THE WAY THINGS ARE

IN MOST SPECIES.

 

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I Feel Free– Cream

I Feel Free Cream

 

Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp

Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp

I feel free

Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp

I feel free

Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp

I feel free

Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp

I feel free

Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp

I feel free

Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp

I feel free

Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp

I feel free

Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp

I feel free

Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp

I feel free

Feel when I dance with you

We move like the sea

You, you’re all I want to know

I feel free

I feel free

I feel free

I can walk down the street, there’s no one there

Though the pavements are one huge crowd

I can drive down the road, my eyes don’t see

Though my mind wants to cry out loud

I, I, I, I feel free

I feel free

I feel free

I can walk down the street, there’s no one there

Though the pavements are one huge crowd

I can drive down the road, my eyes don’t see

Though my mind wants to cry out loud

Though my mind wants to cry out loud

Dance floor is like the sea

Ceiling is the sky

You’re the sun and as you shine on me

I feel free

I feel free

I feel free

I, I, I, I

 

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Don’t Think Twice — Bob Dylan

It ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe
If’n you don’t know by now
And it ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It’ll never do somehow
When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window and I’ll be gone
You’re the reason I’m a-traveling on
But don’t think twice, it’s all right

And it ain’t no use in turning on your light, babe
That light I never knowed
And it ain’t no use in turning on your light, babe
I’m on the dark side of the road
But I wish there was somethin’ you would do or say
To try and make me change my mind and stay
But we never did too much talking anyway
But don’t think twice, it’s all right

So it ain’t no use in calling out my name, gal
Like you never done before
And it ain’t no use in calling out my name, gal
I can’t hear you anymore
I’m a-thinking and a-wonderin’ walking down the road
I once loved a woman, a child, I’m told
I give her my heart but she wanted my soul
But don’t think twice, it’s all right

So long honey, babe
Where I’m bound, I can’t tell
Goodbye’s too good a word, babe
So I’ll just say, “Fare thee well”
I ain’t a-saying you treated me unkind
You could’ve done better but I don’t mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But don’t think twice, it’s all right