vintage mural ads & other signage by Frank H. Jump & friends
Never Can Say Goodbye – Clifton Davis
I never can say goodbye
No, no, no, no I,
I never can say goodbye
Every time I think I’ve had enough
And start heading for the door
There’s a very strange vibration
Piercing me right to the core
It says turn around you fool,
You know you love him more
And more
Tell me why is it so?
Don’t wanna let you go
I never can say goodbye boy
Ooh ooh baby I never can say goodbye
No no no no no no
Ooh hey I never can say goodbye, boy
Ooh ooh baby
I never can say goodbye
[no no no no no no] hey
I never can say goodbye [never say goodbye, boy]
Oh no, no, no I,
I never can say goodbye
[never say goodbye, boy]
I keep thinking that our problems
Soon are all gonna work out
But there’s that same unhappy feeling,
There’s that anguish, there’s that doubt
It’s that same old dizzy hangup
I can’t do with you or without
Tell me why is it so? I don’t wanna let you go
I never can say goodbye boy, ooh baby
I never can say goodbye, no no no no no no
Hey I never can say goodbye boy,ooh baby
I never can say goodbye, no no no no no no
I never can say goodbye, boy,
I never can say goodbye, no no no no no no
I never can say goodbye, boy
I never can say goodbye, no no no no no no
[never can say goodbye, boy]
[never can say goodbye, boy]
I never can say goodbye, boy
I never can say goodbye, no no no no no no
I never can say goodbye, boy
I never can say goodbye, no no no no no no
Maybe Tomorrow
I DON’T KNOW HOW MANY STARS THERE ARE
UP IN THE HEAVENLY SKY
I ONLY KNOW MY HEAVEN IS HERE ON EARTH
EACH TIME YOU LOOK INTO MY EYES
THE WAY YOU DO BABY
THANK YOU, THANK YOU BABY
MY BEAUTIFUL BIRD YOU HAVE FLOWN AWAY
I HELD YOU TOO TIGHT I CAN SEE
YOU’RE ALL I NEED TO GET BY
NO ELSE CAN MAKE ME CRY
THE WAY YOU DO BABY
(CHORUS)
YOU ARE THE BOOK THAT I READ EACH DAY
YOU ARE THE SONG THAT I SING (GONNA SING IT TO YOU)
YOU ARE THE FOUR SEASONS OF MY LIFE
BUT MAYBE TOMORROW YOU’LL CHANGE YOUR MIND GIRL
MAYBE TOMORROW YOU’LL COME BACK TO MY ARMS GIRL
MAYBE SHE’LL COME
BABY, YOU’RE ALL I NEED TO GET BY
NO ONE ELSE CAN MAKE ME CRY
THE WAY YOU DO BABY, CAUSE
CHORUS
OH,YOU ARE THE BOOK THAT I READ EACH DAY (SING IT, SING IT, SING IT, YEAH)
YOU ARE THE SONG THAT I SING (SING IT, SING IT, SING IT, YEAH)
YOU ARE THE FOUR SEASONS OF MY LIFE
BUT MAYBE TOMORROW YOU’LL CHANGE YOUR MIND GIRL
MAYBE TOMORROW YOU’LL COME BACK TO MY ARMS GIRL
YOU ARE THE BOOK THAT I READ EACH DAY, YEAH
YOU ARE THE SONG THAT I SING (GONNA SING IT TO YOU)
YOU ARE THE FOUR SEASONS OF MY LIFE
BUT MAYBE TOMORROW YOU’LL CHANGE YOUR MIND GIRL
MAYBE TOMORROW YOU’LL COME BACK TO MY ARMS GIRL
(OH) OH (BABY) BABY I NEED YOU (LISTEN TO ME GIRL)
YOU ARE THE SONG THAT I SING
YOU ARE THE FOUR SEASONS OF MY LIFE
BUT MAYBE TOMORROW YOU’LL CHANGE YOUR MIND GIRL
MAYBE TOMORROW YOU’LL COME BACK TO MY ARMS GIRL
Eleanor Cooper, who began her lesbian activism in the early 1970s, was a leader in the passage of the New York City gay and lesbian rights bill in 1986, and managed to stay active through most of her last 13 years in a nursing home, died of complications from a series of strokes and sepsis on December 6. She was 68. – Andy Humm
When I went to Philadelphia in 1978 as representative of Queens College LGBT youth to help plan the first Lesbian and Gay March 1979, I was wandering around the Friends Meeting House during orientation where our national committees was hosted and, not by accident wandered in with the womens’ caucus. The men’s groups seemed fractured to me and I was tired of getting hit up on by NAMBLA members and getting ignored by other members of the youth organizations – so the womens’ caucus seemed like a safe haven. After a few minutes of “checking in” we sat around holding hands and sharing how we felt “in the here and now.” I had very long hair, I was very slim and wore flowery Huckapoo shirts and platform shoes. I looked a bit like the Cher doll with Sonny’s clothes. Suddenly a woman who was smiling at me followed her eyes down my torso to my crotch and screamed with a blood-curdling scream “There’s a man in here.” Naturally I turned around to see who it was. Within seconds I was thrown out of the room bodily. Eleanor Cooper sternly came to my rescue. “What in the world were you thinking?” she said. “Don’t you know about respecting “womens’ space?” Womens’ what? I asked.
Eleanor surpressed a chuckle and informed me in a very motherly way that women are around men all the time and when they have the opportunity to be with themselves, would prefer if men respected “their space” and left them alone. I assured her that I was only there because I felt comfortable with them and explained my discomfort around men I did not know. She brought me back in and explain my situation and I apologized to the group. Over the course of the weekend, I was introduced by Eleanor to many wonderful women like Joyce Hunter & Betty Santoro. I will miss Eleanor.
Frank H. Jump & Isaac Hayes @ Ziegfeld Theatre during He Got Game Premiere - May 1, 1998
© Frank H. Jump
I was so elated to meet Mr. Hayes on the evening of my niece’s (Rosario Dawson) first big premiere. Coincidentally, we were assigned to the same table as Hayes at the afterparty at the Hammerstein Ballroom– which was set up to resemble the Coney Island food strip with Nathans hot dogs and fries vendors. Former Cleveland Browns running back Jim Brown (who was also in the film) was at the table as well. I proceeded to tell Mr. Hayes (who insisted I call him Isaac) how the soundtrack to Shaft still underscores my childhood memories and how I danced in the fifth grade talent show to the title track. Isaac chuckled a bit and thanked me. I said he probably had heard this before and he said he had – but usually from black women. I told him “Just call me Shanequa.” And so he did for the rest of the evening. “Shanequa! Get me some more fries and ketchup.” Jim Brown, who did not say much, busted a gut.
© Frank H. Jump
Kevin Walsh (Forgotten-NY) just forwarded me a message from Dawn Eden (formerly from NY Daily News) about the death of an Australian woman, who apparently was deemed the “world’s oldest blogger” by conservative blogger Duane Lester (All American Blogger). In Lester’s posting, he included the last posting from Olive Riley’s Blog. Here’s an excerpt:
In a post titled “Washing Day,” Riley wrote: “You 21st Century people live a different life than the one I lived as a youngster in the early 1900s. Take washing day, for instance. These days you just toss your dirty clothes into a washing machine, press a few switches, and it’s done.”
She then described how she helped do laundry as a youngster, starting with finding “a few pieces of wood to fire the copper for Mum.”
“When the water in the copper began to boil, Mum would add a cupful of soap chips, and throw in a cube of Reckitt’s Blue wrapped in a muslin bag to whiten the clothes,” she wrote. “Then she put in all the dirty clothes, first rubbing out the stains with a bar of Sunlight soap. … that was jolly hard work.”
Olive died last Saturday at a nursing home in New South Wales at age 108.
Dick Wilson – (July 30, 1916 – November 19, 2007), born Riccardo DiGuglielmo
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