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Thanks very much. I like most anything by The Moody Blues, but that's among my favourites. I saw the group perform on 2 occasions here in Vancouver. Talented bunch of guys that attract a very diverse audience.

I had an early morning birthday greeting phone call from an uncle in Florida. He didn't realize how early it was here (just after 6am) and had a good laugh. Later, he sent me a short email which said in part:

"It is said, that one's mind is sharpest in the early hours. Well, as you witnessed, this certainly does not appy to me any more."

Nice to hear from him anyways.

Well, I better be going. Vivienne and I have a few things to do. I think I'm being treated to a dinner out by my mother tonight. :wink:

Bye for now and thanks again.....

Good day WA2K.

Ditto to Letty's Best Wishes for Bob and Reyn.

And remembering:

You have an uncle in Florida, Reyn? Glad he survived all the hurricanes just so that he could get you out of bed in the wee small hours of the morning, honey. Have a great day.

Just saw that U2's ONE has been voted number 1 in the UK, folks. Soooo

Artist: U2 Lyrics
Song: One Lyrics

Is it getting better?
Or do you feel the same?
Will it make it easier on you now?
You got someone to blame
You say

One love
One life
When it's one need
In the night
One love
We get to share it
Leaves you baby if you
Don't care for it

Did I disappoint you?
Or leave a bad taste in your mouth?
You act like you never had love
And you want me to go without
Well it's

Too late
Tonight
To drag the past out into the light
We're one, but we're not the same
We get to
Carry each other
Carry each other
One

Have you come here for forgiveness?
Have you come to raise the dead?
Have you come here to play Jesus?
To the lepers in your head

Did I ask too much?
More than a lot.
You gave me nothing,
Now it's all I got
We're one
But we're not the same
Well we
Hurt each other
Then we do it again
You say
Love is a temple
Love a higher law
Love is a temple
Love the higher law
You ask me to enter
But then you make me crawl
And I can't be holding on
To what you got
When all you got is hurt

One love
One blood
One life
You got to do what you should
One life
With each other
Sisters
Brothers
One life
But we're not the same
We get to
Carry each other
Carry each other

One

One

Well, my goodness, listeners. I missed our dear Raggedy with her wonderful photos.

Thanks, PA. What a surprise to find that Bill died in a drunken stupor. WOW!

Yes, he lives in Winter Park. Yes, all the family is happy that he survived with no major problems. We're trying to talk him into moving up here.

Thank you Lovely Letty. Karaoke tonight but without my Nair. She has to work tonight but will accompany me tomorrow. let Toby Keith pay homage to the venue that gives me such pleasure.


I Love This Bar :: Toby Keith

We got winners,
We got losers,
Chain-smokers and boozers,
We got yuppies,
We got bikers,
We got thirsty hitch-hikers,
And the girls next store dress-up like movie stars.
Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm, I love this bar.

We got cowboys,
We got truckers,
Broken-hearted fools and suckers,
And we got hustlers,
We got fighters,
Early-birds and all-nighters,
And the veterans talk about their battle scars.
Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm, I love this bar.

I love this bar,
It's my kind of place,
Just walkin through the front door,
Puts a big smile on my face,
It ain't too far,
Come as your are.
Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm, I love this bar.

I've seen short skirts,
We've got high-techs,
Blue-collared boys and rednecks,
And we got lovers,
Lots of lookers,
I've even seen dancing girls and hookers.
And we like to drink our beer from a mason jar.
Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm, I love this bar. (Yes I do)

Toby: I like my truck.

Crowd: I like my truck.

Toby: And I like my girlfriend.

Crowd: I like my girlfriend.

Toby: I like to take her out to dinner, I like a movie now and then.

But I love this bar,
It's my kind of place,
Just toein around the dance floor,
Puts a big smile on my face,
No cover charge,
Come as you are.
Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm, I love this bar.
Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm, I just love this old bar.

Ah, Reyn. Absolutely convince him. Then he and his can be snow birds. <smile>

Well, Bob, you are most welcome, Boston, and now that you're attached, stay out of them bars. Great song, buddy.

Hey, folks. Speaking of bars. Where is our dj? Remember his misheard lyrics? Davey Crockett--kilt in a bar when he was only three.

well interesting to me at least, the lady diane has a fiend visting here from Virginia and when she heard that a house-cleaning person was coming today, she remarked "Oh I hope she is indian, that would be so cool to have an indian cleaning your house" She is a new england blue-blood, I was offended.

Well, dys, thank God she is not originally from Virginia. I don't blame you for being offended. Most Virginians that I know would never be so tactless, cowboy.

Well, once again the travel thread has inspired me to play a song, folks:

Artist: Platters Lyrics
Song: Sleepy Lagoon Lyrics




A sleepy lagoon, a tropical moon and two on an island,
A sleepy lagoon and two hearts in tune in some lullabyland,
The fireflies gleam, reflect in the stream, they sparkle and shimmer,
A star from on high, falls out of the sky, and slowly grows dimmer,

The leaves from the trees, all dance in the breeze, and float on the ripples,
Im lost in the spell, that nightingales tell of roses and dew,
The memory of, this moment of love, will haunt me forever,
A tropical moon, a sleepy lagoon, and you.

Stand still, oh heaven and earth and river, stand still, oh time in your endless flight.
If love can but command, the moon will stand , the sun wont wake,
The day wont break, and it will always be tonight.

The leaves from the trees, all dance in the breeze, and float on the ripples,
Im lost in the spell, that nightingales tell of roses and dew,
The memory of, this moment of love, will haunt me forever,
A tropical moon, a sleepy lagoon, and you.

Don't ask, folks, cause I don't know where that came from

Good o'll Virginia

Brother
words and music by Matt Abell

Brother, I'm comin' home tomorrow
With a pine box for my bed
No more to beg or steal or borrow
I have paid my debts with my head

Tell dear old mother when you see her
Virginia was the death of me
Ten thousand rebels could not free her
Laid their lives for her liberty

Have you heard the forest falling
Taking a tree for every man?
Have you heard the drummers calling
That the South will rise again?

Brother, you walk the straight and narrow
Ever the moral-minded son
But I was straighter with the barrel
I left home with a grudge and a gun

Have you heard the forest falling
Taking a tree for every man?
Have you heard the drummers calling
That the South will rise again?

Maybe we fought when we were younger
We never did see eye to eye
But ask me now to kill my brother
Lay me down here and leave me to die

Have you heard the forest falling
Taking a tree for every man?
Have you heard the drummers calling
That the South will rise again?

Well, Try. There are songs that inspire all the states, and even those abroad. Virginia is just my home, and Florida is just my place.

There is universal music that should inspire us all, listeners:



The Wave Structure of Matter (WSM) explains Cosmic Harmony & the Musical Universe
Gaze at the Stars, such brilliant bright light
A billion stars which fill the night
Space surrounds us, dark satin sky
A Musical Universe yet few wonder why
That Music exists, we all agree
And Matter is Waves, though few yet see.
Naive Illusion that 'Particles' are Real
Because we touch them, and solid they feel
Einstein knew Matter and Universe were Whole
True Knowledge of Reality the Ultimate Goal
Matter Exists as Spherical Waves in Space
Perhaps this Wisdom will end the Arms Race!
The Harmony of the Spheres, All is One
Intimately Interconnected, like Father and Son

by Geoff Haselhurst - for my son Robert

A human being is part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space.

You see, folks? primogeniture is alive and well, and living in space. <smile>

Some unseen finger is writing, today, folks:



Full Coverage: Literature and Authors
'March' Wins Pulitzer Prize for Fiction
AP - Mon Apr 17, 3:26 PM ET
NEW YORK - "March," Geraldine Brooks' novel that imagines the life of the fictional father in Louisa May Alcott's "Little Women," was awarded the 2006 Pulitzer Prize for fiction on Monday. For the first time since 1997, the Pulitzer board declined to award a prize for drama. Brooks depicted the life of John March, the father absent for most of Alcott's famed novel of four sisters growing up in Massachusetts during the Civil War.

Wow! just too eerie for spring.

Queen
Radio Ga Ga
Words and music by Roger Taylor

Radio
Radio

I'd sit alone and watch your light
My only friend through teenage nights
And ev'rything I had to know
I heard it on my radio

You gave them all those old time stars
Through wars of worlds - invaded by Mars
You made 'em laugh - you made 'em cry
You made us feel like we could fly
Radio

So don't become some background noise
A backdrop for the girls and boys
Who just don't know or just don't care
And just complain when you're not there
You had your time you had the power
You've yet to have your finest hour
Radio

All we hear is
Radio ga ga
Radio goo goo
Radio ga ga
All we hear is
Radio ga ga
Radio blah blah
Radio what's new?
Radio someone still loves you

We watch the shows - we watch the stars
On videos for hours and hours
We hardly need to use our ears
How music changes through the years

Let's hope you never leave my friend
Like all good things on you we depend
So stick around cos we might miss you
When we grow tired of all this visual
You had your time you had the power
You've yet to have your finest hour
Radio

All we hear is
Radio ga ga
Radio goo goo
Radio ga ga
All we hear is
Radio ga ga
Radio goo goo
Radio ga ga
All we hear is
Radio ga ga
Radio blah blah
Radio what's new?
Someone still loves you

Radio ga ga
Radio ga ga
Radio ga ga
Radio

You have your time you have the power
You've yet to have your finest hour
Radio…

Ah, Try. That song is still alive, buddy. I was leaning back and thinking of this, something for you and sealed with a kiss.


Written by Udell and Geld
'Tho we gotta say goodbye for the summer
Darling I promise you this
I'll send you all my love every day in a letter
Sealed with a kiss
Guess it's gonna be a cold lonely summer
But I'll fill the emptiness
I'll send you all my dreams every day in a letter
Sealed with a kiss
I'll see you in the sunlight
I'll hear your voice everywhere
I'll run to tenderly hold you
But darling you won't be there
I don't wanna say goodbye for the summer
Knowing the love we'll miss
Oh let us make a pledge to meet in september
And seal it with a kiss
Guess it's gonna be a cold lonely summer
But I'll fill the emptiness
I'll send you all my love every day in a letter
Sealed with a kiss
Sealed with a kiss
Sealed with a kiss

and down to one, and this will be goodnight:

One

One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do
Two can be as bad as one
It's the loneliest number since the number one

No is the saddest experience you'll ever know
Yes, it's the saddest experience you'll ever know
`Cause one is the loneliest number that you'll ever do
One is the loneliest number, worse than two

It's just no good anymore since she went away
Now I spend my time just making rhymes of yesterday

One is the loneliest, number one is the loneliest
Number one is the loneliest number that you'll ever do
One is the loneliest, one is the loneliest
One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do
It's just no good anymore since she went away
(Number) One is the loneliest
(Number) One is the loneliest
(Number) One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do
(Number) One is the loneliest
(Number) One is the loneliest
(Number) One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do

From Letty with love

Raspberries, Strawberries - The Kingston Trio

(Spoken)
A young man goes to Paris
As every young man should
There's something in the Paris air
That does a young man good

Ah, les fraises et les framboises et les
Bon vins que nous avons vous
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, laaaa

Raspberries, strawberries
The good wines we brew
Here's to the girls of the countryside
The ones we drink 'em to

(Spoken)
Paris nights are warm and fair
The summer winds are soft
A young man finds the face of love
In every field and loft
(In every field and loft)

Ah, les fraises et les framboises et les
Bon vins que nous avons vous
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, laaaa

Raspberries, strawberries
The good wines we brew
Here's to the girls of the countryside
The ones we drink 'em to

(Spoken)
An old man returns to Paris
As ev'ry old man must
He knows the winter winds blow cold
His dreams have turned to dust
(His dreams have turned to dust)
(His dreams have turned to dust)

Ah, les fraises et les framboises et les
Bon vins que nous avons vous
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, laaaa

Raspberries, strawberries
The good wines we brew
Here's to the girls of the countryside
Whom we must bid adieu

Love Calls You By Your Name - Leonard Cohen

You thought that it could never happen
to all the people that you became,
your body lost in legend, the beast so very tame.
But here, right here,
between the birthmark and the stain,
between the ocean and your open vein,
between the snowman and the rain,
once again, once again,
love calls you by your name.
The women in your scrapbook
whom you still praise and blame,
you say they chained you to your fingernails
and you climb the halls of fame.
Oh but here, right here,
between the peanuts and the cage,
between the darkness and the stage,
between the hour and the age,
once again, once again,
love calls you by your name.

Shouldering your loneliness
like a gun that you will not learn to aim,
you stumble into this movie house,
then you climb, you climb into the frame.
Yes, and here, right here
between the moonlight and the lane,
between the tunnel and the train,
between the victim and his stain,
once again, once again,
love calls you by your name.

I leave the lady meditating
on the very love which I, I do not wish to claim,
I journey down the hundred steps,
but the street is still the very same.
And here, right here,
between the dancer and his cane,
between the sailboat and the drain,
between the newsreel and your tiny pain,
once again, once again,
love calls you by your name.

Where are you, Judy, where are you, Anne?
Where are the paths your heroes came?
Wondering out loud as the bandage pulls away,
was I, was I only limping, was I really lame?
Oh here, come over here,
between the windmill and the grain,
between the sundial and the chain,
between the traitor and her pain,
once again, once again,
love calls you by your name.

Lizzie Borden - The Chad Mitchell Trio

Elizabeth Bordon took an axe
And gave her Mother forty wacks
And when the job was nicely done
She gave her Father forty-one

Yesterday in old Fall River
Mr Andrew Borden died
And he got his daughter Lizzie
On a charge of homicide
Some folks say she didn't do it
And others say of course she did
But they all agree Miss Lizzie B
Was a problem kind of kid

'Cause you can't chop your Papa up in Massachusetts
Not even if it's planned as a surprise (a surprise)
No, you can't chop your Papa up in Massachusetts
You know how neighbors love to criticize

She got him on the sofa
Where he'd gone to take a snooze
And I hope he went to heaven
'Cause he wasn't wearing shoes
Lizzie kinda rearranged him
With a hatchet so they say
Then she got her Mother
In that same old-fashioned way

But you can't chop your Mama up in Massachusetts
Not even if you're tired of her cuisine (her cuisine)
No, you can't chop your Mama up in Massachusetts
You know it's almost sure to cause a scene

Well, they really kept her hoppin'
On that busy afternoon
With both down and up-stairs chopping
While she hummed a ragtime tune
They really made her hustle
And when all was said and done
She'd removed her Mother's bustle
When she wasn't wearing one

Oh, you can't chop your Mama up in Massachusetts
And then blame all the damage on the mice (on the mice)
No, you can't chop your Mama up in Massachusetts
That kind of thing just isn't very nice

Now, it wasn't done for pleasure
And it wasn't done for spite
And it wasn't done
Because the lady wasn't very bright
She'd always done the slightest thing
That Mom and Papa bid
They said, Lizzie, cut it out
So that's exactly what she did

But you can't chop your Papa up in Massachusetts
And then get dressed and go out for a walk (for a walk)
No, you can't chop your Papa up in Massachusetts
Massachusetts is a far cry from New York

No, you can't chop your Papa up in Massachusetts
Shut the door and lock and latch it
Here comes Lizzie with a brand new hatchet
Can't chop your papa up in Massachusetts
Such a snob, I've heard it said
She met her Pa and cut him dead
You can't chop your Papa up in Massachusetts
Jump like a fish, jump like a porpoise
All join hands and habeas corpus
Can't chop your Papa up in Massachusetts
Massachusetts is a far cry from New York