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Arthur, you are totally delightful. Right, folks?

He's a Canuck just like dj, and a small and sweet bird told me that they were going to Jamaica.

well idon't know about rum, but hows about some newfie screech



Goofy Newfie

Now, I know that we don't talk like you mainlanders,
And I know that we're the victims of your jokes;
And I know that you all think we're goofy Newfies,
And that we all belong in fishing boats.

Why, you even make fun of Joey Smallwood,
And you call him Newfie's funny little man;
But he sure shakes up your politicians,
When he stands up to fight for Newfoundland.

So, go on and call us goofy Newfies,
Laugh aloud when you hear us speak;
We'll just sit back and enjoy living,
And chug-a-lug that good old Newfie Screech.

Now, I know that we don't have your super highways,
And buildings that are forty storeys high;
Now, we don't have your fancy cars and money,
But we don't need them and I'll tell you why.

Why, if we had them we'd be just like you are,
And proving it by telling stupid jokes;
So, I'm proud to say that I came from Newfie,
And that I was raised up in fishing boats.

So, go on and call us goofy Newfies,
Laugh aloud when you hear us speak;
We'll just sit back and enjoy living,
And chug-a-lug that good old Newfie Screech.
Yes, chug-a-lug that good old Newfie Screech.

Mystery solved. No thanks to those meddling kids and that dog of theirs.

Scooby-Dooby-Doo, Where Are You? We got some work to do now.
Scooby-Dooby-Doo, Where Are You? We need some help from you now.
Come on Scooby-Doo, I see you... pretending you got a sliver
But you're not fooling me, cause I can see, the way you shake and shiver.

You know we got a mystery to solve, so Scooby Doo be ready for your act.
Don't hold back!
And Scooby Doo if you come through you're gonna
have yourself a scooby snack!
That's a fact!

Scooby-Dooby-Doo, here are you. You're ready and you're willin'.
If we can count on you Scooby Doo, I know we'll catch that villian.

Well, dj. then there are the canajuns who migrated to America. Know where and why, Canada? and, of course, the newfoundland dog that carries that little cask of rum around his neck. Hmmm, folks, or is that a St. Bernard.

Ah, Arthur. My late husband could imitate this man:

W.C. Fields once said that anyone who hates dogs and children couldn't be all bad. Love it!

Let's here one from Hank:


Came in last night at a half past ten that baby of my wouldn't let me in
So move it on over (move it on over) move it on over (move it on over)
Move over little dog cause the big dog's movin' in
She changed the lock on our front door now my door key don't fit no more
So get it on over (get it on over) scoot it on over (scoot it on over)
Scoot over skinny dog cause the fat dog's movin' in
This doghouse here is mighty small but it's better than no house at all
So ease it on over (move it on over) drag it on over (move it on over)
Move over old dog cause a new dog's movin' in
[ piano ]
She told me not to play around but I done let her deal go down
So pack it on over (pack it on over) tote it on over (tote in on over)
Move over nice dog cause a mad dog's movin' in
She warned me once she warned me twice but I don't take no woman's advice
So scratch it on over (scratch it on over) shake it on over (shake it over)
Move over short dog cause the tall dog's movin' in
[ steel ]
She'll crawl back to me on her knees, but I'll be busy scratchin' fleas
So slide it on over (move it on over) sneak it on over (move it on over)
Move over good dog cause a mad dog's movin' in
Remember up before you whine that side of door ain't this side of mine
So shut it on over (shut it on over) sweep it on over (sweep it on over)
Move over cold dog cause the hot dog's movin' in

and now, the time has come to say goodnight, listeners, and Letty will leave it up to our late night dj, to continue the music.

Evanescence
Goodnight

Goodnight, sleep tight
No more tears
Goodnight morning, I'll be here
And when we say goodnight,
Dry your eyes
Because we said goodnight,
And not goodbye
We said goodnight
And not goodbye

From Letty with love

I'm afraid it's time for me to sign off for the night as well. I'll see everyone in the morning, though, like always. Until then,

Something Corporate
As You Sleep


Close your eyes, and i will be swimming
lullaby's fill your room, and i will be singing
singing to only you
dont forget ill hold your head
watch the night sky fading red

but as you sleep, and noone is listening
i will lift you off your feet, ill keep you from sinking
don't you wake up yet, cause soon ill be leaving you
soon ill be leaving you, but you won't be leaving me

in the car, the radio leaves me searching for your star
a constellation of frustration driving hard
singing my thoughts back to me, and watching heartache on TV

but as you sleep, and no one is listening
i will lift you off your feet, i'll keep you from sinking
don't you wake up yet, cause soon i'll be leaving you, soon i'll be leaving you
but you won't be leaving me

don't forget i'll hold your head, watch the night sky fading red

but as you sleep, and no one is listening
i will lift you off your feet, i'll keep you from sinking
don't you wake up yet, cause soon i'll be leaving you
soon i'll be leaving you, but you won't be leaving me


Goodnight, all.

Good morning, WA2K listeners and contributors. It's still a velvet dark here and I sense the presence of quiet.

Arthur, I really enjoyed your goodnight song, and I have Something Corporate saved to favorites.

From Sylvia:

Morning Song
by Sylvia Plath


Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry
Took its place among the elements.

Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue.
In a drafty museum, your nakedness
Shadows our safety. We stand round blankly as walls.

I'm no more your mother
Than the cloud that distills a mirror to reflect its own slow
Effacement at the wind's hand.

All night your moth-breath
Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen:
A far sea moves in my ear.

One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and floral
In my Victorian nightgown.
Your mouth opens clean as a cat's. The window square

Whitens and swallows its dull stars. And now you try
Your handful of notes;
The clear vowels rise like balloons.

Good morning folks <yawn> where is the sun? kinda reminds me of …



MAMA'S GOT THE CATFISH BLUES
(Tom T. Hall)


I ain't had a bite cause the moon's too bright
I wish I had a big one or two
My crockline's set and my hooks're all wet
And mama's got the catfish blues

Don't like to see her unhappy she treats me like a water tree
I hate to see mama with the catfish blues
And the catfish're laying in the river asleep
There's a bottle of wine laying easy on my mind
I dug enough bait to catch a few
My reeling's wet but I cannot forget
Mama's got the catfish blues

[ fiddle + banjo ]
There's a turtle on the stump and the toadfrog jump
And I guess I copuld gig me a few
In settlin' fog I caught a big water dog
Mama's got the catfish blues

Don't like to see her unhappy...

Good morning, Try. Loved your Mama song. This Mama once tried to take an ocean cat off the hook and the little monster put its barb right through my thumb. I broke it off amid blood, sweat, and tears, and two years later, a tiny little bleached piece of bone worked its way out of my thumb, and the thing looked like a miniature, serrated sword.

So, from Johnny Mercer:

Jazz Vocal.


Here comes that good for nothin' brat of a boy
He's such a devil I could whip him with joy
He's been carousin' at the burleycue
Just watch me teach him with the sole of my shoe

Small fry, struttin' by the pool room
Small fry, should be in the school room
My, my, put down that cigarette
You ain't so grown up high and mighty yet

Small fry, dancin' for a penny
Small fry, countin' up how many
My, my, just listen here to me
You ain't the biggest catfish in the sea

You practice peckin' all day long to some old radio song
Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, you better listen to your paw
And someday practice the law
And then you'll be a real success

Yes, small fry, you kissed the neighbour's daughter
Small fry, shoulda stay in shallow water
Seems I should take you cross my knee
You ain't the biggest catfish in the sea

You've got your feet all soakin' wet
You'll be the death of me yet
Oh me, oh my, small fry

Ms Letty, that is an amazing story. As for us…



BLUEGRASS BREAKUP
(Charlie Williams)


Well we're finally breakin' up our bluegrass band
And the thought of it is more than I can stand
But if parting is a one chance to survive
You'll take the dobro and I'll take the five

Once our music tore the world apart
When we used to pick and sing it from the heart
But then descention came into our lives
So you'll take the dobro and I'll take the five

Once our world was harmony and fun
Wildwood Flower and ten-one mighty run
We can't catch it up we made too many tries
So you'll take the dobro and I'll take the five

[ banjo - dobro ]
Well it's time to pack it up and move along
It's too late to argue now who's right or wrong
Well it's plain the we can't keep the group alive
So you'll take the dobro and I'll take the five

Well you know how much the band once meant to me
But there's just no way to change what has to be
Well I'd rather die than to see it amplify
So you'll take the dobro and I'll take the five

Once our world was harmony and fun...

I've just heard the sad news that Desmond Dekker died suddenly from a heart attack today, aged 64.

He was a real part of my music scene in the 70's, and this is the first track that springs to mind.

Thanks for the music, Des.


THE ISRAELITES (1967)

Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir,
so that every mouth can be fed.
Poor me, the Israelite. Aah.

Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir,
So that every mouth can be fed.
Poor me, the Israelite. Aah.

My wife and my kids, they are packed up and leave me.
Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen.
Poor me, the Israelite. Aah.

Shirt them a-tear up, trousers are gone.
I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde.
Poor me, the Israelite. Aah.

After a storm there must be a calm.
They catch me in the farm. You sound the alarm.
Poor me, the Israelite. Aah.

Poor me, the Israelite.
I wonder who I'm working for.
Poor me, Israelite.


http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/5018910.stm

http://www.set-the-tone-67.co.uk/dis-information/dis-info%20des%20dekker.htm

Ah, Try. The end of bluegrass. Loved it, buddy.

Speaking of the grass of blue, listeners:

Artist: Reese Witherspoon Lyrics
Song: Wildwood Flower Lyrics

Oh I'll twine with my mingles and waving black hair
With the roses so red and the lilies so fair
And the mirtles so bright with the emerald dew
The pale and the leader and eyes look like blue

I will dance I will sing and my laugh shall be gay
I will charm every heart in each crown I will sway
When I woke from my dreaming my idols were clay
All portions of love had all blown away

Oh he taught me to love him and promised to love
And to cherish me over all others above
How my heart is now wondering no misery can tell
He's left me no warning no words of farewell

Oh he taught me to love him and call me his flower
That was blooming to cheer him through life's dreary hour
Oh I long to see him and regret the dark hour
He's gone and neglected his pale wildwood flower

L.E., so nice to see you back in our studio.

How very interesting the song that you played, Brit. Wherever Desmond is, he will feel your tribute.

another one by Desmond Dekker:

oh oh seven
oh oh seven
at ocean eleven
an' now rudeboys 'ave a wail
'cause them out of jail
rudeboys cannot fail
'cause them must get bail

dem a loot, dem a shoot, dem a wail ( a shanty town )
dem a loot, dem a shoot, dem a wail ( a shanty town )
an' rudeboys out on probation ( a shanty town )
an' rudeboy bomb up de town ( a shanty town )

oh oh seven
oh oh seven
at ocean eleven
an' now rudeboys 'ave a wail
'cause them out of jail
rudeboys cannot fail
'cause them must get bail

dem a loot, dem a shoot, dem a wail ( a shanty town )
dem a loot, dem a shoot, dem a wail ( a shanty town )
an' rudeboys out on probation ( a shanty town )
an' rudeboy bomb up de town ( a shanty town )
de policeman get taller ( a shanty town )
de soldier get longer ( a shanty town )
de rudeboys a weep an' a wail ( a shanty town )

Good Morning.

Lots of birthday celebrities born on this day. A Happy 83rd to James Arness and 55th to Sally Ride.

There's our Mr. Lefthanded Turtle, listeners. <smile> It seems that he has taken a respite from the board to meet with us. Welcome back M.D.

There's another Desmond that I love, folks, and he goes by the given name of Paul.

Later, however, because I don't my biscuits to burn.

Here, Letty, a little music to eat those biscuits by.

Sir Mix-A-Lot
Buttermilk Biscuits

Now I'm your big mal dropper, mud duck stopper
Fila on the bottom and Adidas on the topper
Transform scratchin', big beat matchin'
I can tell you're getting jealous by the looks I'm catchin'
I hate dumb skeezers, MC beaters
Drop 5 grand on my bird white needer? (i have no idea, but i think it's watt
meter)
Smooth like ice, don't get nice
Just turn up the box for the Mix-A-Lot slice (huh huh)

Y'all ready to get busy? (huh huh!)
Now, buttermilk biscuits here we go
SIFT the flour roll the dough
Clap your hands and stomp your feet
Move your butt to the funky beat (huh huh)

Buttermilk biscuits (x 3)
(Lord have mercy Mix-A-Lot's our here rappin' about biscuits now)

We're from L.A. to the Carolinas
Dip them suckers in Aunt Jemima
Don't make a difference what food you make
Use buttermilk biscuits to clean your plate
You eat 'em in the morn', you eat 'em at night
Kentucky Fried Chicken makes the suckers just right
I am eat 'em with jelly it's my favorite deally
Wrapped and sealed by a freak named Shelley (huh huh)

Buttermilk biscuits (x 3)

One day I kissed my freak, hit the street
Looking for something to eat
In a 18-wheeler, lookin' real swass
All the girls smile 'cause I'm the big boss
Said I gotta eat now, can't eat later
Made a lot of noise to attract my waiter
The boy walked up, and what did he say?
"Say, buttermilk biscuits free today!"
So what you waitin' on boy, get up shake a leg
Gimme 10 of them suckers with grits and eggs
A glass of Koolaid and a whole stick of butter
Them biscuits make me a superfast cutter (huh huh)

Now grab that can and wrap it in your hand
Bang that sucker till THE DOUGH EXPANDS
PUT them suckers up in your oven
Grab your girlie and get a little lovin'
Add a BIT of honey if you want to get funny
Microwave the suckers if you want your honey runny
GONNA get naughty at the Mix-A-Lot party
And rub them suckers all over your body (huh huh)

while you're "taking five" letty, the picture of Jay Silverheels reminded me of Thank you, mask man by Lenny Bruce. i can't play it on the air, because the license might be suspended, but you can read it here:

http://www.notbored.org/mask-man.html

Well, folks. First let me congratulate our Raggedy for showing us pictures that most all of us recognize. Had to check the properties on the dancer, however, and am trying to recall Isadora.

Ah, Arthur, great biscuit song, buddy, but I'm afraid that I do the "..nothing says lovin' like something from the oven and Pillsbury says it best..."

Naughty Mr. Turtle and naughty Lenny. He broke all the rules, didn't he? Loved it! We can't even classify that dialogue as double entendre.



Sad. I didn't realize that Lenny died from a morphine overdose.