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Bobsmythhawk -- groaning with a chuckle.

And a good day to all.

Good morning, WA2K listeners and contributors.

First we would like to thank our bio man for his interesting background information and then our Raggedy for the pictures that always accompany Bob's info, and I agree with you PA, that bill joke was indeed a groaner.

Well, folks. Your PD stayed up rather late last evening trying to watch the complete episode of Dr. House. Unfortunately, as is always the case, sleep overtook me before I could find out what was causing the epidemic among the new borns.

I became curious about Tony Martin, folks, so I did a search and found this song:

Artist: Tony Martin
Song: Here


(Recitation)

If some of ya'll never been down South too much...
I'm gonna tell you a little bit about this, so that you'll understand
What I'm talking about
Down there we have a plant that grows out in the
woods and the fields,
looks somethin' like a turnip green.
Everybody calls it Polk salad. Polk salad.
Used to know a girl that lived down there and
she'd go out in the evenings and pick a mess of it...
Carry it home and cook it for supper, 'cause that's about all they had to eat,
But they did all right.

Down in Louisiana Where the alligators grow so mean
There lived a girl that I swear to the world Made the alligators look tame

Polk salad Annie polk salad Annie
Everybody said it was a shame
Cause her mama was working on the chain-gang
(a mean, vicious woman)

Everyday 'fore supper time She'd go down by the truck patch
And pick her a mess o' Polk salad And carry it home in a tote sack

Polk salad Annie 'Gators got you granny
Everybody said it was a shame
'Cause her mama was aworkin' on the chain-gang
(a wretched, spiteful, straight-razor totin' woman,
Lord have mercy. Pick a mess of it)

Her daddy was lazy and no count
Claimed he had a bad back
All her brothers were fit for was stealin' watermelons out of my truck patch
Polk salad Annie, the gators got your granny
Everybody said it was a shame
Cause her mama was a working' on the chain gang
(Sock a little polk salad to me, you know I need a mess of it)

Music: Georgios Mouzakis
Lyrics: Georgios Giannakopoulos
Singer: Jenny Vanou & Giannis Voyatzis

I want to stay with you

Woman: I can't live without you, not even for a minute.
Man: My love, it is a matter of destiny.

CHORUS
Together:
I want to stay with you,
I want to be your shadow,
to heal every wound that brings you pain.
I want to close my eyelids,
you to be kissing me and making me black out,
I want to stay with you,
Forever….

Woman: I feel you and I adore you. I want you.
Man: If I ever lose you, I will go mad.

CHORUS

Well, there is our Grecian friend, everyone.

A flawless translation, Ellinas, and I am not like Helen of Troy. I appreciate Greeks bearing gifts in song. <smile>

Funny song, folks:
Artist: Maria Friedman Lyrics
Song: Words, Words, Words Lyrics

Sukie-

Sukie sitting int he corner and wel...just..you know.
Sukie tries to talk a little and well..just..you know.
Sukie rises up to speak and she almost...oh pooh.
Sukie sits back down politely and...here's hoping that...you know,
cause I don't have a clue.
Oh word, words, words, I can never find the words, words, words...
I can never find the words.
All these words inside me now, but not much inner peace.
All these words inside me now, just aching for release.

Darryl-

And if I said that I would listen, might that ease the doubt? yes,
if I said "I'm here to listen", what would you like to talk about?
What would you like to talk about?

Sukie-

I'd like to talk about the night, I'd like to talk about the day,
I'd like to talk about the weather- but I guess thats just cliche.
I'd like to talk a little Latin, maybe talk a little Greek.
I'd like to talk about the arts- I rented "Hamlet" just last week.
I'd like to talk about my poems, why I shy away from rhymes.
I'd like to talk about that letter I had published in the Times.
I'd like to talk about Euripides, and Schopenhauer and Bach-
and if there's any doubt remaining, I'd be happy just to talk.
But words, words, words, I can never find the words, words, words-
words, words, words, words.
I'd like to talk about the deepest sort of secrets that I hold,
I'd like to talk about the underlying truth if truth be told.
Talk about the touching that can bring the tension out...
I'd like to talk about the things I guess I shouldn't talk about.
I'd like to talk about my feelings when the lights are turned down low.
I'd like to talk about my needs, above the covers and below.
I'd like to talk about my fantasies by light of evening star-
I'd like to talk about a lot of things!

Darryl-

And Sukie dear- you are!!

Sukie-

But words, words, words, words, words, words, words...!
I'd like to talk about the world I never get to see from home.
I'd like to talk about Curacus and the Pleiades and Rome.
I'd like to talk about the rise,
I'd like to talk about the fall,
or maybe talk about the doings at your basic Bachannal.
Oh, not that approve, but when all is said and done-
I mean, you gotta give them this,
the Romans sure could have some fun!
And then of course, you've got the French,
the Pakistanis and the Dutch, and tell me Darryl is it me,
or am I talking way too much?
I'd like to talk about the heroes that can always give me hope,
I'd like to talk about Debergerac, and Batman and the Pope.
Talk about the future, maybe talk about the past-
or maybe talk a lot of nothing, only say it really fast!
Talk about society, maybe talk abut the rot,
or maybe talk about the egrets...though I'd really rather not.
Talk about the meadows or the flowers or the birds,
I mean I'd talk about it all if I could only find the words!
I'd like to talk a bit of this, or maybe talk a bit of that,
or maybe talk a bit of Folderol and chew a little fat.
Talk about the A's, maybe talk about the Z's,
and try and make it through the alphabet as pretty as you please.
Talk about a book, or maybe talk about a play,
or maybe talk about a million things I'll never get to say.
I'd talk about myself but who would give a damn?
I'd like to talk about a lot of things- and look at me,
I am! I am! I am! I am! I....am!!!

Actually, folks. Ellinas knows that Helen of Troy did not say that in those words. She actually said, "I fear the Greeks, my lord, even when they come bearing gifts."

Speaking of which:


Bush order would limit property seizures By JENNIFER LOVEN, Associated Press Writer
Fri Jun 23, 10:04 PM ET



WASHINGTON - President Bush ordered Friday that federal agencies cannot seize private property except for public projects such as hospitals or roads. The move occurred on the one-year anniversary of a controversial Supreme Court decision that gave local governments broad power to bulldoze people's homes for commercial development.

The majority opinion in the Supreme Court case involving New London, Conn., homeowners limited the homeowners' rights by saying local governments could take private property for purely economic development-related projects because the motive was to bring more jobs and tax revenue to a city.

But the court also noted that states are free to pass additional protections if they see fit. In a backlash to the decision, many have done so, prohibiting so-called takings for shopping malls or other private projects.

Could this be a trojan horse?

Question for the day. From whence came the story of said horse?

Actually, she said "Phobu tus Danaus kai dora ferontes" which means: "You must fear the Danaeans, even if they come bearing gifts". She told this to the Trojans to convince them not to accept the wooden horse. (The Greeks were called Danaeans before the 8th century BC. Then they took the name Hellines which have till today).

Wow! Thank you, Ellinas. We most certainly will accept that from the "horse's Mouth." <smile>

and, my Greek friend, can you also answer the question of the day?

And we continue, folks:

The Lotus Eaters

We stroll the sands.
We are aimless. We have
no purpose. We are as clear
as the blue sea that laps
at the edges of our world.

Castaway we are, with only
waving palms and circling birds
to carry us home.

For fear of rescue, I cray.
Leave us alone, I pray,
alone. Let us live in
crystals of sand, in the

flecks of life floating
in the wide, wide sea.
Never touch us, never
open the ancient wounds.

Which question?

From whence came the story of the Trojan Horse, Ellinas.

The Trojan war is a story that grew up many Greek generations for thoudands of years. However the older organised description of the war and the Trojan horse event is the work of Homeros. Iliad and Odyssey, the two epics. He was based in the tradition sayings and the scholars sayings of his time when he wrote it.

Today it is proved that the Trojan war is history and not just a fairy tail as many wanted to believe, however we can't be sure if the horse story is partially true.

Again, my Greek friend, I am quite aware of the Illiad and the Odyssey, but I think that the telling of the horse was from:

The Aeneid

By Virgil

You are making a mistake here. The Trojan horse is mentioned in the Iliad, the Odyssey and the play of Euripidis "Elene" - at least these I can remember. All three were written centuries before Latin Virgil lived .

You know, Ellinas. It NEVER bothers me to be wrong, but it often bothers me to be right. That is why I am so delighted to have people from all countries on our little cyber radio.

I will not research this, so tell me, your PD, and our listeners if this sounds accurate.

The Iliad was about the war:
The Odyssey was basically about Odysseus long journey home after the war:
The Aeneid told the story about how Odysseus, more intelligent than he was a warrior, devised the horse to get into the gates of Troy.

Oops, edgar beat me to the finish line. Thanks, Texas.

Many people think that WA2K radio is only about songs and such. It is not, listeners. It's also about knowledge.

You are completely right about the Iliad and the Odyssey.

The Aeneid told the story of Aeneas, a Trojan who left Troy after the war, and after some adventures like the ones of Odysseas reached the Italian peniscula and established the city of Rome.

Just had a phone in request by our equestrian friends, so...




HORSE OF ANOTHER COLOUR BLIND


Lyrics by: Scott B. Bush



I SEE YOU'VE OPEN UP MY EYES

YOU'RE A HORSE OF ANOTHER COLOUR BLIND

I STAYED RIGHT BESIDE YOU ALL THIS TIME

YOU NEVER CARED AT ALL ABOUT THE WAY I CRIED

YOU KNOW IT PUTS THINGS IN PERSPECTIVE TO FIND THAT LOVE HAS DIED

YOU A HORSE OF ANOTHER COLOUR BLIND

YOU'VE GOT TO BE SUCCESSFUL IN SO MANY OTHER EYES

LIFE'S SO FULL OF WORRY

PERCEPTION BECOMES BLURRY

THROUGH THE HAZE OF MIX-ED UP EYES

YOU'RE A HORSE OF ANOTHER COLOUR BLIND



SOMETIMES COLE BLACK RAINBOWS STILL TEACH US SWEETEST TRUTH

STUMBLING OVER POTS OF GOLD WHILE SEARCHING FOR LOST YOUTH

WHEN YOU PEEL BACK THE WRAPPER TO SEE WHAT LIES UNDERNEETH

YOU'LL FIND A ROTTEN APPLE CORE WHERE NO ONE SINKS THEIR TEETH

WELL YOU COULD HAVE BEEN FORTH-COMING AND ALLOWED THE TRUTH INSIDE

BUT IT'S ALWAYS DRAMA & GAMES WITH YOU: YOU HAVE A CRAFT FOR TELLING LIES

WELL YOU CAN DRESS A PONY IN A 3 PIECE SUIT AND RIDE IT INTO TOWN

BUT FACTS AND VISIONS COME TO NOTHING WHEN IT'S ALL IN HOW IT SOUNDS

A CHAMELEON OF SOCIETY: YOUR CHANING EVERYDAY

EVERYTHING TO EVERYONE IN ALL YOU DO AND SAY

BUT YOU CAN BET THAT YOU'LL FEEL GUILTY ONCE YOU'VE GIVE IT ALL AWAY

A CHAMELEON OF SOCIETY YOU CHANGE YOUR COLOURS EVERYDAY



WHEN SNOWFLAKES COME AT TWILIGHT AND THE SUN IT BURNS YOUR SKIN

YOU'LL FINIALLY COME TO REALIZE THE ONLY TRUTH IT LIES WITHIN

THE FOCUS OF SELF INTEREST TELLING ALL YOUR LIES

NEVER STOP AND QUESTION WHAT YOU'RE DOING: NEVER QUESTION WHY

YOU CAN'T EVEN MOURN THE PASSING OF A LOVE THAT JUST HAS DIED

IT ALL COMES INTO BLURRY FOCUS

YOU'RE A HORSE OF ANOTHER COLOUR BLIND



A MEAL THAT GOES UNEATEN BECAUSE YOU'RE AFTER ALL THE PIE

YOU KNOW IT'S ALL IN PERSPECTIVE

YOU'RE A HORSE OF ANOTHER COLOUR BLIND



IN FRONT OF MIRROR'S DARK REFLECTION WITH TEAR DROPS IN YOUR EYES

THE HAZE COULD IT BE LIFTING?

YOU'RE A HORSE OF ANOTHER CLOUR BLIND

YOU'VE THINK YOU GOT ALL FIGURED OUT: BUT THE WHOLE THINGS A CHEEP DISGUISE

CAUSE I SEE THROUGH YOUR SMOKE SCREEN:

YOU'RE A HORSE OF ANOTHER COLOUR BLIND

A CHAMELEON OF SOCIETY: A HORSE OF ANOTHER COLOUR BLIND

A HORSE OF ANOTHER COLOUR BLIND (x2)

and thanks again to our Ellinas and that man from Texas.

Didn't I read somewhere that Connie Chung sang "Thanks for the Memories"?

Well, That's an apt song for us all:

"Thanks For The Memory"
Written by Ralph Rainger and Leo Robin
(c) 1937 (renewed 1964) Paramount Music Corporation

Thanks for the memory
Of candlelight and wine, castles on the Rhine
The Parthenon and moments on the Hudson River Line
How lovely it was!

Thanks for the memory
Of rainy afternoons, swingy Harlem tunes
And motor trips and burning lips and burning toast and prunes
How lovely it was!

Many's the time that we feasted
And many's the time that we fasted
Oh, well, it was swell while it lasted
We did have fun and no harm done

And thanks for the memory
Of sunburns at the shore, nights in Singapore
You might have been a headache but you never were a bore
So thank you so much.

Thanks for the memory
Of sentimental verse, nothing in my purse
And chuckles when the preacher said "For better or for worse"
How lovely it was

Thanks for the memory
Of lingerie with lace, Pilsner by the case
And how I jumped the day you trumped my one-and-only ace
How lovely it was!

We said goodbye with a highball
Then I got as "high" as a steeple
But we were intelligent people
No tears, no fuss, Hooray! For us

So, thanks for the memory
And strictly entre-nous, darling how are you?
And how are all the little dreams that never did come true?
Aw'flly glad I met you, cheerio, and toodle-oo

And thank you so much

Letty,
In the thread on prayer you said "A prayer to nowhere", and it sounded like the title of a poem...

Voices on the wind
Preaching of our sin
Of pride that stands to fall
They preach for us to call

Call to mountain range
Or call, even more strange,
To cloud and then on high
In prayer to this lullaby

But these voices on the wind
I cannot see their origin
Still, I'm moved by worldly sphere
And send a prayer to nowhere

Cyracuz, dear. It is so warming to see you back, Norway. Marvelous connection and the poem was lovely. Nowhere? well, let's hear one about a nowhere man:

He's a real nowhere man
Sitting in his nowhere land
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody

Doesn't have a point of view
knows not where he's going to
Isn't he a bit like you and me?
Nowhere man please listen
You don't know what you're missing
Nowhere man, The world is at your command

He's as blind as he can be
Just sees what he wants to see
Nowhere man, can you see me at all
Nowhere man don't worry
Take your time, don't hurry
Leave it all till somebody else
Lends you a hand
Ah, la, la, la, la

Doesn't have a point of view
knows not where he's going to
Isn't he a bit like you and me?
Nowhere man please listen
You don't know what you're missing
Nowhere man, The world is at your command
Ah, la, la, la, la

He's a real nowhere man
Sitting in his nowhere land
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody

Well, we miss the Brits and Germany, but we are compensated by Greece and Norway.

Hold on! Where's our Tryagain? UhOh!