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wow, never heard that one by JD. sad but true.

here's one i know:

(Big John, Big John)
Ev'ry mornin' at the mine you could see him arrive
He stood six foot six and weighed two forty five
Kinda broad at the shoulder and narrow at the hip
And everybody knew ya didn't give no lip to Big John.
(Big John, Big John) Big Bad John (Big John)

Nobody seemed to know where John called home
He just drifted into town and stayed all alone
He didn't say much, kinda quiet and shy
And if you spoke at all, you just said "Hi" to Big John.

Somebody said he came from New Orleans
Where he got in a fight over a Cajun Queen
And a crashin' blow from a huge right hand
Sent a Loosiana fellow to the Promised Land-Big John
(Big John, Big John) Big Bad John (Big John)

Then came the day at the bottom of the mine
When a timber cracked and men started cryin'
Miners were prayin' and hearts beat fast
And everybody thought that they'd breathed their last-'cept John

Through the dust and the smoke of this man-made hell
Walked a giant of a man that the miners knew well
Grabbed a saggin' timber, gave out with a groan
And like a giant oak tree he just stood there alone-Big John
(Big John, Big John) Big Bad John (Big John)

And with all of his strength he gave a mighty shove
Then a miner yelled out "There's a light up above!"
And twenty men scrambled from a would-be grave
Now there's only one left down there to save-Big John

With jacks and timbers they started back down
Then came that rumble way down in the ground
And then smoke and gas belched out of that mine
Everybody knew it was the end of the line for Big John
(Big John, Big John) Big Bad John (Big John)

Now they never reopened that worthless pit
They just placed a marble stand in front of it
These few words are written on that stand
At the bottom of this mine lies a hell of man, Big John
(Big John, Big John) Big Bad John (Big John)

[Fade]
(Big John, Big John) Big Bad John (Big John)

Ah, M.D. I recall that one, and how about this one for a turtle from a bear:

The preacher went out a huntin', it was on one Sunday morn'
It was against his religion, but he took a shotgun along
He got himself a mess a' mighty fine quail and one old scraggly hare
And on the way home he crossed the path of a Great big grizzly bear

Well the bear got down lookin' ready to charge
The preacher never seen nothin' quite that large
They looked each other right smack in the eye
Didn't take that preacher long to say bye
The preacher he run till he spotted a tree
He said "up in that tree's where I auta be"
By the time that bear made a grab for him
The preacher was a sittin' on top a that limb
Scared to death, he tuned about
He looked to the sky and began to shout,

Chorus;
Hey lord, you delivered Daniel from the bottom of the lion's den
You delivered Joana, from the belly of the whale and then,
The Hebrew children from the fiery furnace so the good books do declare
Hey lord, if you can't help me, for goodness sake don't help that bear

Ya, look out preacher
Well, about that time the limb broke off and the preacher came tumblin' down
Had a straight razor out of his pocket by the time he lit on the ground
He landed on his feet right in front a that bear and lord what an awful fight
The preacher and the bear and the razor and the hair flyin' from left to right

Well first they was up and then they was down, the preacher and the bear runnin' round n' round
The bear he roared and the the preacher he groaned, he was havin' a tough time holdin' his own
He said Lord if I get out a here alive, to the good book I'll abide
No more huntin' on the Sabbath day, come Sunday I'm headin' to the church to pray
Up to the heavens the preacher glanced, he said Lord won't you give me just one more chance
So the preacher got away, he looked around seen a tree where he'd be safe and sound
Jumped on a limb, turned about, looked to the sky and began to shout

(repeat chorus)

Wind is blowing hard outside
Cats are holding to their hides
And on the wind is trouble
Blowing towards my door

In narratives and tricks entwined
I delve deeper in my mind
See colums in the rubble
And marble on the floor

Swift escape, this is my tactic
Illusory, fine weaved fabric
Camouflage my bubble
And keep my glee in store

But tired now, of tales and theory
Digressions only make me weary
Wallow in my own mud puddle
Of melancholy no more

Cyracuz, I am so glad that you returned to our radio. Is that poem yours, Norway? Whatever, dear, it is lovely.

Obsidian black and titian red,
Fragmented crystals by things left unsaid,
Sweeping our minds,
And filling our heads
Blots on the pages; book of the dead.

Music Is Power
Richard Ashcroft lyrics


Music is power
let it flow through your mind
your just like a flower
in the deep sunshine

are you invited
to the party of life
now you've been sighted
do you live till you die

these are wild wild wild days we live in,
yes I know sometimes we all wanna give in

these are strange strange vein days of living, yea I know sometimes we all wanna give in

don't give up
oh no all right
let the melody flow
all night all night

cuz music is power
it's easily sold
rocking like a cradle
it won't let you go

if the melodies timeless
it won't let you down
feel the air moving
submit to the sound

in these wild wild wild days you live in,
yes I know sometimes you all wanna give in

these are strange strange vein days of living, I know sometimes we all wanna give in

don't give up
oh no all right
let the melody flow
all night all night

after all we go through
the endless crime
bad days good fortune
are things you find

cuz music is the mantra
unwinding your head
music is the question
to things unsaid

these are wild wild wild days you live in,
yeah I know sometimes we all wanna fit in

these are strange vein days of living, yeah I know sometimes that ya just don't fit in

don't give in, don't give up
don't pack it up, stop cracking up

let the song
carry you on
keep you strong

don't wanna control ya
cuz music is the power

submit to the sound
feel the air moving, moving
submit to the sound
feel the air moving, moving

Well, Try. That song was the perfect foil for the rather dark poem. Thank you, my friend.

A little light is also a wonderful thing, right?

My East Indian friend, Mr. Patel, is a wonderful source for Letty. Today when I visited his store, he and I listened to his favorite song, "You Are so Beautiful to Me", and he did a ballroom dance. He also taught me how to pronounce Ravi Shankar. I can't replicate the last name, but I do understand the first which mean "light".

So, for Mr. Patel:

You are so beautiful
To me
You are so beautiful
To me
Can't you see
You're everything I hoped for
You're everything I need
You are so beautiful
To me


You are so wonderful
To me
You are so wonderful
To me
Can't you see
You're everything I hoped for
You're everything I need
You are so wonderful
To me


You are so beautiful
To me
You are so beautiful
To me
Can't you see
You're everything I hoped for
You're everything I need
You are so beautiful
To me

Fire On The Mountain
As recorded by the Marshall Tucker Band

Took my fam'ly away from our Carolina home
Had dreams about the west and started to roam
Six long months on a dust covered trail
They say heaven's at the end
But so far it's been hell and there's

Fire on the mountain
Lightening in the air
Gold in them hills and it's waiting for me there.

We were digging and shifting from five to five
Selling ev'rything we found just to stay alive
Gold flowed free like the whiskey in the bars
Sinning was the big thing Lord and
Satan was the star and there's

Fire on the mountain
Lightening in the air
Gold in them hills and it's waiting for me there.

Dance hall girls were the evening treat
Empty cartridges and blood lined the gutters of the street
Men were shot down for the sake of fun
Or just to hear the sound of their .44 guns and there's

Fire on the mountain
Lightening in the air
Gold in them hills and it's waiting for me there.

Now my widow, whe weeps by my grave
Tears flow free for her man she couldn't save
Shot down in cold blood by a gun that carried fame
All for a useless and no good worthless claim and there's

Fire on the mountain
Lightening in the air
Gold in them hills and it's waiting for me there.

Waiting for me there.

Ah, Try. I like the thought of that Fire on the mountain just as long as it's a metaphor:

Don't know where this came from listeners. I suppos it's the approaching dusk:

"Brave Combo Kiss Of Fire lyrics"

I touch your lips and all at once, the sparks go flying
Those devil lips that know so well when I am lying
And though I see the danger, still flames go higher
I know I must surrender to your kiss of fire
Just like a torch you set my soul within me burning
I must go on along the road, no returning
And though it burns me, it turns me into ashes
My whole world crashes, without your kiss of fire

I can't resist you, what good is there in trying
What good is there denying, you're all that I desire
Since first I kissed you, my heart was yours completely
If I'm a slave, then it's a slave, I want to be...

Don't pity me, don't pity me

Give me your lips, the lips you only let me borrow
Love me tonight, devil take tomorrow
I know that I must have your kiss although it kills me
Though it consumes me, your kiss of fire
I know that I must have your kiss although it kills me
Though it consumes me your kiss of fire.

All in a minor key again. <smile>

Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days.

Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days.
Sometimes it feels like this world's gone crazy.
Grandpa, take me back to yesterday,
When the line between right and wrong didn't seem so hazy.

Did lovers really fall in love to stay,
Stand beside each other come what may?
Was a promise really something people kept,
Not just something they would say?
Did families really bow their heads to pray?
Did daddies really never go away?
Whoa oh, Grandpa,
Tell me 'bout the good old days.

Grandpa, everything is changing fast;
We call it progress but I just don't know.
And Grandpa, let's wander back into the past,
And paint me the picture of long ago.

Did lovers really fall in love to stay,
Stand beside each other come what may?
Was a promise really something people kept,
Not just something they would say?
And then forget.
Did families really bow their heads to pray?
Did daddies really never go away?
Whoa oh, grandpa,
Tell me 'bout the good old days.

Whoa oh, grandpa,
Tell me 'bout the good old days.

The Judds

Aaron Neville
I Bid You Goodnight
(traditional bahamian gospel song)

Lay down my dear brother, lay down and take your rest
I want to lay your head upon your savior's breast
I love you, but jesus loves you best
I bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
I bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight


One of these mornings bright and early and soon, goodnight
Now they're pickin' up the spirit to the shore beyond, goodnight
Go walking in the valley of the shadow of death, goodnight
He's riding a staff, gonna comfort me, goodnight
Join the wise, there's a soul to find, goodnight
Lord send a fire, not a flood next time, goodnight
To leave for the ark, that wonderful boat, goodnight
She really loaded down, getting water to float, goodnight
Now pray for the beast at the ending of the world, goodnight
He loved the children that would not be good, goodnight
I remember rather well, I remember right well, goodnight
I went walking to jerusalem just like john

Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
Lay down my dear brother, lay down and take your rest
I wanna lay your head upon your saviors breast
I love you, but jesus loves you best
I bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight

(And sisters too)

could it be, is gus really gone, his thread got me thinking about the circumstances of his departure and it occured to me that this song may bear some clue

i'll highlight what i believe to be the relevant part

Vincent
Don McLean

Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflecting Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hands

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you Vincent
This world was never meant for one as
beautiful as you

Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
A silver thorn on a bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin soul

Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will

Ah, Rex. Welcome back, and as we bid dear Try a fond goodnight, we welcome dj with his starry starry night.

Love that, Canada.

How about a little bit of funny, honey?

Folks are dumb where I come from,
They ain't had any learning.
Still they're happy as can be
Doin' what comes naturally (doin' what comes naturally).
Folks like us could never fuss
With schools and books and learning.
Still we've gone from A to Z,
Doin' what comes naturally (doin' what comes naturally)
You don't have to know how to read or write
When you're out with a feller in the pale moonlight.
You don't have to look in a book to find out
What he thinks of the moon and what is on his mind.
That comes naturally (that comes naturally).
My uncle out in Texas can't even write his name.
He signs his checks with "x's"
But they cash them just the same.
If you saw my pa and ma,
You'd know they had no learning,
Still they've raised a family
Doin' what comes naturally (doin' what comes naturally)
Cousin Jack has never read an almanac on drinking
Still he's always on the spree
Doin' what comes naturally (doin' what comes naturally).
Sister Sal who's musical has never had a lesson,
Still she's learned to sing off-key
Doin' what comes naturally (doin' what comes naturally).
You don't have to go a private school
Not to pick up a penny near a stubborn mule,
You don't have to have a professor's dome
Not to go for the honey when the bee's not home.
That comes naturally (that comes naturally).
My tiny baby brother, who's never read a book,
Knows one sex from the other,
All he had to do was look,
Grandpa Bill is on the hill
With someone he just married.
There he is at ninety-three,
Doin' what comes naturally (doin' what comes naturally).

letty :
i was off the air for two days ; i had a second disc installed on my computer . it's great for making a "one-click" copy of picture cd's and all other stuff .
here is another penguin pix that you might enjoy , i think .

i'll caption it :
"let me tell you what i just heard , scandalous , absolutely scandalous , my dear ! "
hbg

(it's a thumbnail , pls click for full image)

Priceless, hamburger, or one could be saying to another>

Listen, do you want to know a secret. Do you promise not to tell..closer, let me whisper in your ear, say the words you want to hear...

I must eat now, so it's time for a station break:

This is cyber space, WA2K radio.

What? I don't believe it! That Letty's taking another break again!

To my dear radio friends and contributors, a goodnight poem:



The Night of the Full Moon
by Lloyd Frankenberg

O come with me into this moonlight world.
The trees are large and soft tonight,
With blossoms loaded soft and white,
A cloud of whiteness furling and unfurled.

The houses give their sounds upon the air
In muted tones and secrecies,
Their lights like laughter through the trees.
The evening breathes its vows into our hair.

The evening puts its lips to throat and brow
And swears what it has sworn before
To others and will swear to more.
The evening has its arms around us now.

From Letty with love.

Silver

Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy coat the white breasts peep
Of doves in a silver-feathered sleep;
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws, and silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.

- Walter de la Mare

Good morning, WA2K listeners and contributors.

dj, I really don't think Gus is gone, dear. All of those folks who say they are leaving town simply do it as a spoof, methinks.

Reyn, I promise there will be no more breaks. I drink lots of milk with calcium. <smile>

edgar, that is one of my favorite poems. De la Mare's diction is so appealing. Thanks, Texas.

Shall we begin the day with a recognition, folks?

James Russell Lowell:



What Is So Rare As A Day in June

AND what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days;
Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune,
And over it softly her warm ear lays;
Whether we look, or whether we listen,
We hear life murmur, or see it glisten;
Every clod feels a stir of might,
An instinct within it that reaches and towers,
And, groping blindly above it for light,
Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers;
The flush of life may well be seen
Thrilling back over hills and valleys;
The cowslip startles in meadows green,
The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice,
And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean
To be some happy creature's palace;
The little bird sits at his door in the sun,
Atilt like a blossom among the leaves,
And lets his illumined being o'errun
With the deluge of summer it receives;
His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings,
And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings;
He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest,-
In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best?

Good day to all.

Some of today's birthday celebrities:

1926 - Andy Griffith, American actor
1926 - Marilyn Monroe, American actress (d. 1962)
1934 - Pat Boone (Charles Eugene Boone), American singer
1937 - Morgan Freeman, American actor

Then, in honor of Marilyn,

Artist: Elton John
Song: Candle In The Wind

Goodbye Norma Jean
Though I never knew you at all
You had the grace to hold yourself
While those around you crawled
They crawled out of the woodwork
And they whispered into your brain
They set you on the treadmill
And they made you change your name

And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind
Never knowing who to cling to
When the rain set in
And I would have liked to have known you
But I was just a kid
Your candle burned out long before
Your legend ever did

Loneliness was tough
The toughest role you ever played
Hollywood created a superstar
And pain was the price you paid
Even when you died
Oh the press still hounded you
All the papers had to say
Was that Marilyn was found in the nude

Goodbye Norma Jean
From the young man in the 22nd row
Who sees you as something as more than sexual
More than just our Marilyn Monroe