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Good morning Letty and all other listeners! I woke up today before my partner! A miracle that has never before occured! I even had time for breakfast! And Letty, on this station, the party never ends!

Well, wales. This is going to be a different day as you're awake ahead of your friend, and I'm just awake. How about some Welsh music? That might just get us going. <smile>

this just in, C.I. reports from Cambodia, he likes the food.

C.I. is in Cambodia? My word, dys. Thanks for that brief report. If you will, cowboy, how about one of your melodies while I run a few errands.

(er, is Cambodian food classified ?)

Very well, Welsh music it is then, may I now introduce Bluesie Susie (my band!), with We Might As Well Be Strangers:

I don't know your face no more
Or feel the touch that I adore.
I don't know your face no more
It's just a place I'm looking for.

We might as well be strangers in another town.
We might as well be living in a different world.
We might as well be strangers in another town.
We might as well be living in a different world.

I don't know your thoughts these days.
We're strangers in an empty space.
I don't understand your heart.
Maybe it's better to be apart.

We might as well be strangers in another town.
Ever since you left I've been feeling so down.
We might as well be living in another world.
We're strangers.

Spring and what's left of the hippies return from old rooming houses and
Mexico.
More letters, more journals, more poems to burn; Real heat at last.
At last my words glow.

My friend Jim just broke up his band, the guys all have jobs and the nights
got too long.
He's selling the amps, one guitar, and the van.
I'm sure you could have it all for a song.

Snow on the north side, trash in the yard, love like a newspaper tattered
and stained.
A two bourbon twilight, fog from God's cigar.
the neighbor's retarded dog chasing the train.

Don't see any good in just hanging around, take a tip from the birds and
change the scene.
Find some long river and follow it down to where our old sins have washed
up in New Orleans.

Spring and what's left of the songbirds return, to fight about loving and
nesting and such.
Thanks for the letters you sent back to burn.
Their smoke is as light, and as dark, as your touch.

Wales and cowboys and hippies. Now that's a rare combination, listeners. If we should combine them, what would we get?

Smoke that is light and as dark as your touch,
Strangers in places too empty for much
More than a glance and a brief used to be,
Hearing the strains that was once you and me.

Hey, all. We might just have created a new genre of music. Throw in a little Irish, and we all have the best of both continents.

If you want to throw in some Irish just get a guy, dress him like a leprichaun and make him dance to the song on a barrel of ale.

Well, Wales. The Irish don't corner the market on barrels, ya know.

I think, listeners, we need to salute our station manager with a song:

For Eva:


Bananarama
Venus

Goddess on the mountain top
Burning like a silver flame
The summit of beauty and love
And Venus was her name

She's got it
Yeah, baby, she's got it
I'm your Venus, I'm your fire
At your desire
Well, I'm your Venus, I'm your fire
At your desire

Her weapons were her crystal eyes
Making every man a man
Black as the dark night she was
Got what no-one else had
Wa!

She's got it
Yeah, baby, she's got it
I'm your Venus, I'm your fire
At your desire
Well, I'm your Venus, I'm your fire
At your desire

Goddess on the mountain top
Burning like a silver flame
The summit of beauty and love
And Venus was her name

She's got it
Yeah, baby, she's got it
I'm your Venus, I'm your fire
At your desire
Well, I'm your Venus, I'm your fire
At your desire.

The name she gave was Caroline
Daughter of a miner
And her ways were free
It seemed to me
The sunshine walked beside her

She came from Spencer
Across the hill
She said her Pa had sent her
'Cause the coal was low
And soon the snow
Would turn the skies to winter

She said she'd come
To look for work
She was not seeking favors
And for a dime a day
And a place to stay
She'd turn those hands to labor

But the times were hard Lord
The jobs were few
All through Tecumseh Valley
But she asked around
And a job she found
Tending bar at Gypsy Sally's

She saved enough to get back home
When spring replaced the winter
But her dreams were denied
Her Pa had died
The word come down from Spencer

So she turned to whorin' out on the streets
With all the lust inside her
And it was many a man
Returned again
To lay himself beside her

They found her down beneath the stairs
That led to Gypsy Sally's
In her hand when she died
Was a note that cried
Fare thee well... Tecumseh Valley

Townes Van Zandt

Well I've been out walking
I don't do that much talking
these days
These days

These days I seem to think a lot
About the things that I forgot to do
And all the times I had the chance to

And I had a lover
I don't think I'll risk another these days
These days

Now if I seem to be afraid
To live the life that I have made in song
Well it's just cause I've been losing so long
I quit my scheming
I don't do all that dreaming these days
These days

These days I sit on corner stones
And count the time in quarter tones to ten
Don't confront me with my failures

I have not forgotten them

Tom Rush

Wow! dys. Those are great songs. Still trying to find decent words to The Rubber Band Man.

Thought for Today: ``In America everybody is, but some are more than others.'' - Gertrude Stein, American author (1874-1946).

Back later, listeners. Got stuff to do.

On February 19, 1878 Thomas Alva Edison patented the gramophone (phonograph) and

on Feb. 19, 1913 the first prize was inserted in the Cracker Jack Box.

Today's Birthday Celebrities:

1473 Nicolaus Copernicus, astronomer (Torun, Poland; died 1543)
1911 Merle Oberon, actress (Bombay, India; died 1979)
1912 Stan Kenton, jazz musician/bandleader (Wichita, KS; died 1979)
1916 Eddie Arcaro, jockey (Cincinnati, OH; died 1997)
1940 Smokey Robinson, singer/songwriter (Detroit, MI)
1952 Amy Tan, author (Oakland, CA)
1955 Jeff Daniels, actor (Georgia)
1960 Prince Andrew, Duke of York (London, England)
1963 Hana Mandlikova, tennis champion (Prague, Czechoslovakia) Seal, singer/songwriter (London, England)
1966 Justine Bateman, actress (Rye, NY)

thinking of you Merle:

Raggedy, you delightful researcher. I read somewhere that the creator of Cracker Jacks was a man whose grandson had died, and the entire idea was for that child.

Heathcliff and Cathy. The epitome of star crossed lovers.

You know something, staff and listeners? As one thing often leads to another, I was reminded of Alfred Noyes, "The Highway Man". Talk about a poem filled with metaphors.

June Christie sang with Stan the Man, and later Chris Connors. Fabulous voices, both of them.

Chris did All About Ronnie, I think:

All about Ronnie,
There's so much to tell.
All about Ronnie,
I know him so well.

(bridge)

His magical fingers,
That thrill to embrace.
His whispers that linger,
Caressing your face.

All About Ronnie,
Best told in a toast.
Let me propose it,
He's my favorite host.

We'll drink from dry glasses,
There's no need for wine.
The champagne is Ronnie,
And Ronnie is mine.

Very difficult song to sing, Raggedy. Vocal chords might be a bit rusty, but not my memory. <smile>

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Life is a song: Panzade

Time for a little change of pace here at WA2K radio.

Song quiz:

Do any of our listeners know the shortest country song ever written?

No?

Here's the answer:

Though we're apart you'll always have my heart
You can't break the chains of love dear
Wherever you go my heart will always know you can't break the chains of love
For I will always love you I swear by the stars up above
I'll be your slave till I am in my grave you can't break the chains of love
[ guitar ]
For I will always love you...

You still have a chance to win a free video at Clockbusters here on WA2K, but you'll have to buy it if you're late returning.

Who wrote that short country song?

YOU CAN'T BREAK THE CHAINS OF LOVE
(Jimmy Wakely - Lou Porter - F.J. Tableporter)


Though we're apart you'll always have my heart
You can't break the chains of love dear
Wherever you go my heart will always know you can't break the chains of love
For I will always love you I swear by the stars up above
I'll be your slave till I am in my grave you can't break the chains of love
[ guitar ]
For I will always love you...

Right?

Nope! Laughing. Francis, I just looked it up. I didn't know who wrote it either. Clue: initials are JS. and this person shares the same name as the man who wrote the ever popular movie, The Christmas Story.

Ah, no one has ever dedicated a song to you, Frenchy.

Back later to find a suitable one.

well letty this one by Dylan is pretty short:
All the tired horses in the sun
How'm I supposed to get any ridin' done? Hmm.
from his Self Protrait album 1970

You won, dys. Isn't it interesting that you and Dylan share the same given name? That's beautiful, incidentally.

And Francis, I wrote a song once about Paris, hope it'll do.

I just won a trip to Paris today,
In just a short time I'll be on my way,
To think by tomorrow at this hour,
Why I could be climbing the Eiffel Tower,
Or eating in Maxim's that fine French fare,
I entered that contest just on a dare.

Oh, No! I haven't got a thing to wear.