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Good morning, WA2K listeners and contributors.

First, allow me to thank our edgar for his "crying eyes" song. Thanks, Texas. We can always count on you to come across with a great melody for our listeners.

Well, folks, last evening was a mixture of movies of the ethnic variety. I had no idea that I would enjoy The Last Samurai, but it was really uplifting for some reason. I did a quick history search and found that it was a bit glorified, but isn't that always the case? After all, drama is what it is all about, and one would expect hyperbole, right? As is often the case, there was a story within a story, including the account about the Greeks who held off the Persian army to the last man.


The Battle of Thermopylae, which was a
battle between the Greeks under the Spartan king Leonidas and the invading Persians under Xerxes I. They clashed at the narrow mountain pass of Thermopylae, leading from Thessaly to Locrish in central Greece. Although the Greeks were defeated, the heroism of those who fought to the last against the Persians boosted Greek morale.

After being held in the pass for two days by their opponents, the Persians were guided through the mountains by a local Greek and brushed aside a force set to guard it. Warned in time, most of the Greeks in the pass withdrew but the Spartans and some of the others remained, including those from Thespiae, to fight to the death. The last stand was made on the hillock opposite the modern monument.

This was followed by The Man in the Iron Mask. So your PD got a history lesson from Japan, Greece, and France.

Incidentally, I just read that coffee may have hidden health benefits. That's good as I was afraid it would be the next target for lawmakers. <smile>

Mel Brooks
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Mel Brooks (born June 28, 1926) is an American actor, writer /director, and producer best known as a creator of broad film farces and comedy parodies, or as he says, "spoofs."

Biography

Early life

Born Melvin Kaminsky in Brooklyn, New York to Jewish parents Maximillian Kaminsky and Kate Brookman, Brooks graduated from Abraham Lincoln High School before serving in the US Army during World War II as an engineer, stationed in North Africa.

Career

He started out in show business as a stand-up comic before becoming a comedy writer for television, working on Your Show of Shows. In 1961, with Carl Reiner, he created the persona of the 2000 Year Old Man, a collection of ad libbed comedy routines made into a series of comedy records. With Buck Henry, he created the successful TV series Get Smart. In 1975, Brooks created When Things Were Rotten, a well-received Robin Hood parody that lasted only 13 episodes; nearly 20 years later, Brooks mounted another Robin Hood parody with Robin Hood: Men in Tights.

He later moved into film, working as an actor, director, writer and producer. Among his most popular films have been Young Frankenstein (co-written with Gene Wilder) and Blazing Saddles (co-written with Richard Pryor), both of which were released in 1974. Brooks developed a repertory company of sorts for his film work: performers with three or more Brooks films to their credit include Gene Wilder, Dom DeLuise, Madeline Kahn, Harvey Korman, Cloris Leachman, Ron Carey, Andréas Voutsinas and, of course, Brooks himself. Dom Deluise has appeared in six of Mel's 12 films; only one person has more appearances than Deluise and that is Brooks himself.

In 1980 Brooks became interested in producing the film "The Elephant Man" directed by David Lynch. Knowing that anyone seeing the poster with "Mel Brooks presents The Elephant Man" would go along expecting a comedy, he set up the company Brooksfilm to produce the film. Brooksfilm has since produced a number of non-comedy films, including David Cronenberg's The Fly, Frances, and 84 Charing Cross Road, starring Anthony Hopkins and Anne Bancroft, as well as comedies, including Richard Benjamin's My Favorite Year.

Brooks' most recent success has been a transfer of his film The Producers to the Broadway stage. Brooks also had a vocal role in the 2005 animated film Robots. He is supposedly currently working on a sequel to his 1987 hit Spaceballs, a parody of the Star Wars and Star Trek series.

Brooks is one of a select group who have received an Oscar, Emmy, Tony, and Grammy. In a 2005 poll to find The Comedian's Comedian, he was voted #50 of the top 50 comedy acts ever by fellow comedians and comedy insiders. Three of Brooks' films are on the American Film Institute's list of funniest American films: Blazing Saddles (#6), The Producers (#11), and Young Frankenstein (#13).

Brooks and wife Anne Bancroft worked together on three films: Brooks' 1983 remake of To Be or Not to Be, his 1995 film Dracula: Dead and Loving It and in his 1976 Silent Movie. Years later, they appeared as themselves in the fourth season finale of Curb Your Enthusiasm, spoofing the finale of The Producers. It is reported that Bancroft encouraged Brooks to take The Producers to Broadway where it became an enormous success, as the show broke the Tony record with 12 wins, a record that had previously been held for 37 years by Hello, Dolly! at 10 wins. Such success has translated to a big screen version of the Broadway adaptation/remake with actors Matthew Broderick and Nathan Lane reprising their stage roles, in addition to new cast members Uma Thurman and Will Ferrell for Christmas 2005. As of early April 2006, Brooks had begun composing the score to a Broadway musical adaptation of Young Frankenstein, "which he says is perhaps the best movie he ever made." No deadline has been set for the work's completion, but after it is finished Brooks will begin fundraising and production. [1]

Personal life

Brooks was married to Florence Baum from 1951 to 1961. Their marriage ended in divorce. Mel and Florence had three children, Stefanie, Nicky, and Eddie. More famously, he was married to the actress Anne Bancroft from 1964 until her death June 6, 2005. They met on rehearsal for the Perry Como variety show in 1961 and married three years later, August 5th. They had one son, Maximillian, in 1972.

Pat Morita
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Noriyuki "Pat" Morita Noriyuki, (June 28, 1932 - November 24, 2005) was a Japanese American actor best known for the roles of Arnold on the TV show Happy Days and Mr. Miyagi in the movie The Karate Kid, for which he was nominated for Academy Award for Best Supporting Actor in 1984.

Early life

Born in Isleton, California, the son of an itinerant fruit worker, Morita developed spinal tuberculosis at age two and spent the bulk of the next nine years in Northern California hospitals, including the Shriners Hospital in San Francisco. He was for long periods wrapped in a full body cast and was told he would never walk. The boy, often alone and isolated, made sock puppets to entertain himself.

After a surgeon fused four vertebrae in his spine, Noriyuki finally learned to walk again at age 11. By then, his Japanese American family had been sent to an internment camp to be detained for the duration of World War II. The boy was transported from the hospital directly to the camp in Arizona to join them. It was at this time that he met a Catholic priest from whom he would later take his stagename "Pat".

For a time after the war, the family operated Ariake Chop Suey, a restaurant in Sacramento, California. Teenage "Nori" would entertain customers with jokes and serve as master of ceremonies for group dinners.

Noriyuki graduated from Armijo High School in Fairfield, California and shortly thereafter moved back to the Sacramento area, where he took a job with Aerojet-General, an aerospace company that designed and manufactured rocket engines, including those for the US Navy's UGM-27 Polaris.

It was only after working his way up to head of a computer operations department that Morita, by now a husband and father, and also seriously overweight, decided he had taken the wrong path in life. He quit and became a standup comedian. Often billed as "the Hip Nip" in his standup act, he became a member of the Los Angeles improvisational comedy troupe The Groundlings.

Television and movie career

His first movie role was as a stereotypical henchman in Thoroughly Modern Millie (1967). Later, a recurring role as a Korean Captain Sam Pak on the sitcom M*A*S*H helped advance the comedian's acting career.

He had a recurring role on the show Happy Days as Matsuo "Arnold" Takahashi, owner of the diner Arnold's. After the first season (1975-1976), he left "Happy Days" to star as inventor Taro Takahashi in his own show, Mr. T and Tina, the first Asian American sitcom on network TV. The sitcom was placed on Saturday nights by ABC and was quickly cancelled after a month in the fall of 1976. Morita eventually returned to Happy Days, reprising his role in the 1982-1983 season. He appeared in an episode of The Odd Couple, and also had a recurring role on the NBC sitcom Sanford and Son in the mid-1970s, playing a Japanese chef named Ah Chew.

Morita gained worldwide fame playing wise karate teacher Kesuke Miyagi who taught young "Daniel-san" (Ralph Macchio) in The Karate Kid, a film that included the famous quote "Wax on, wax off". He was nominated for an Academy Award for Best Supporting Actor as well as a Golden Globe and reprised his role as the sensei Mr. Miyagi in three sequels. Morita never formally practiced a martial art and most of his karate scenes were performed by stunt double (and noted shito-ryu karate-ka) Fumio Demura. Although he had been using the name "Pat Morita" for years, producer Jerry Weintraub suggested that Pat be billed with his given name to sound more ethnic (see [1]).

Morita went on to star as the title character in the ABC detective show Ohara which aired in 1987 and ended a year later due to poor ratings. He then wrote and starred in the World War II romance film Captive Hearts (1987).

Late in his career, Morita starred on the Nickelodeon television series The Mystery Files of Shelby Woo and a recurring role on the sitcom The Hughleys. He also starred the lead in the film-short, Talk To Taka, somewhat reprising his role of Arnold, as a Sushi Chef that doles out advice to anyone that will hear him.

Morita also had a cameo appearance in the 2001 Alien Ant Farm music video "Movies." Morita's appearance in the video spoofed his role in The Karate Kid.

He would also reprise his role (to an extent) in the stop-motion animated series Robot Chicken. In the episode, he is assumed to be Mr. Miyagi, but he immediately denies that by saying, "First of all, I'm Pat F'in Morita!"

Like many Asian American actors, Morita spoke English with a natural American accent but was frequently typecast with a Japanese or Korean accent.

Death

Morita died on Thanksgiving Day, November 24, 2005 in Las Vegas, Nevada, at age 73. However, according to an article in People Magazine, Evelyn Guerrero, his third wife (separated from Morita by the time of his death), attributed the cause of his death to complications associated with alcoholism.

He is survived by his daughters, Erin, Aly and Tia, and two grandchildren.

His final role was a voicework in the videogame Kingdom Hearts II, in which he reprised his role as the Chinese Emperor from Mulan. He also appeared in an episode of SpongeBob SquarePants (Karate Island) which wasn't released until after his death; the episode was dedicated to his memory.

Gilda Radner
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Gilda Radner (28 June 1946 - 20 May 1989) was an American comedian and actress, best known for her five years as part of the original cast of the NBC comedy series Saturday Night Live. Radner, who died at 42 of ovarian cancer, became an icon for public awareness of both detection and treatment of the disease.

Born to well-to-do Jewish-American parents, Herman Radner and Henrietta Dworkin, in Detroit, Michigan, Radner graduated from the prestigious University Liggett School in Grosse Pointe in 1964, and then studied drama at the University of Michigan, where she began her broadcasting career as the weather girl for college radio station WCBN. She moved to Toronto, Canada and had her first professional stage experience in a production of Godspell, after which she joined the Toronto Second City comedy troupe.

Radner was a featured player on the National Lampoon Radio Hour, a half-hour comedy program syndicated to some 600 U.S. radio stations from 1973 to 1975. Fellow cast members included John Belushi, Richard Belzer, Chevy Chase and Bill Murray.

She first rose to widespread fame as one of the original "Not Ready For Prime Time Players" on Saturday Night Live. (She was the first actor cast for the show.) Between 1975 and 1980 she created such characters as Roseanne Roseannadanna (a coarse woman with long black hair that always seemed to end up in places it didn't belong); "Babwa Wawa", often misheard as "Baba" Wawa (a spoof of journalist Barbara Walters, exaggerating the latter's apparent difficulty at enunciating the letter "R"); and Emily Litella, an elderly woman who gave angry and misinformed editorial replies (on topics such as "violins on television", the "Eagle Rights Amendment", and "protecting endangered feces") on the show's Weekend Update news segment. Once corrected on her misunderstanding, Litella would end her segment with a polite "Never mind" - or later on, she would answer Jane Curtin's frustration with her with a simple "Bitch!"

Radner projected an innocence into her lines that wouldn't have worked with other performers. "I guess in France, you don't order French fries," she said in one routine. "You just order fries. They'll know." Radner had a knack for combining extreme physical comedy with soft, caring characters that were easy to love. (There is a legend that Radner broke several ribs during one comedy sketch that required her to slam herself against a door repeatedly, but the next day she went on as scheduled.) Radner also battled bulimia during her time on the show (she once told a reporter that she had thrown up in every toilet in New York City), and had a relationship with co-star Bill Murray, which ended badly. In 1979, incoming NBC President Fred Silverman offered Radner her own prime time variety show, which she ultimately turned down. That year, she was one of the hosts of the Music for UNICEF Concert at the United Nations General Assembly.

In her final season of Saturday Night Live, Radner appeared on Broadway in a successful one-woman show that featured racier material, such as the humorous song "Let's Talk Dirty to the Animals". This show was captured on film in 1981 as Gilda Live! and co-starred Paul Shaffer and Don Novello. The play was also released as an album recording -- the play was a qualified success, the film and album were failures.

She spent most of the next decade keeping a surprisingly low profile, aside from appearances in such films as Hanky Panky, The Woman in Red, and Haunted Honeymoon. In the late 1980s, she was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. Even with the support of her second husband, actor Gene Wilder, whom she had met while co-starring with him in Hanky Panky (she had previously been married to Saturday Night Live band leader G.E. Smith), she suffered extreme physical and emotional pain as a chemotherapy patient. Eventually, she was told she had gone into remission, and she wrote a memoir about her life and struggle with the illness, called It's Always Something. The book was written by Radner in tribute to cancer sufferers everywhere, and she used humor to overcome tragedy and pain. The book's title came from a common catch-phrase from her Saturday Night Live character Roseanne Roseannadanna, who would often quote an elderly relative by saying "It just goes to show ya...it's always something! If it's not one thing, it's another!"

In 1988 she guest-starred as herself on It's Garry Shandling's Show to great critical acclaim. (When Garry asked her why she had not been seen for awhile, Radner replied "Oh, I had cancer. What did you have?") She planned to host an episode of SNL that year but a writers' strike caused the cancellation of the rest of the season. She wanted to host the next year, but in 1989 doctors did a more detailed examination and discovered that Radner's cancerous cells had not all been removed and had spread to other areas of the body. She died in Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles, California, in 1989, where she had been admitted for a CAT scan. She was given a sedative and passed into a coma. After three days, she died without regaining consciousness, with Wilder at her side.

Wilder has since established the Gilda Radner Ovarian Detection Center at Cedars-Sinai to screen high-risk candidates (such as women of Ashkenazi Jewish descent) and run basic diagnostic tests. He testified before a Congressional committee that her condition was misdiagnosed and that if doctors had inquired more deeply into her family background they would have found numerous cases of ovarian cancer and might have attacked the disease earlier.

Wilder continued his involvement in both detection and treatment of ovarian cancer. In tribute to Radner, Gilda's Club was founded. It is a place where cancer patients and their families can go to be around other people in the same situation to share support, coping and wellness strategies. It grew to multiple locations across the country.

In 1992, Radner was inducted into the Michigan Women's Hall of Fame for her achievements in arts and entertainment. In 2002 the ABC television network aired a TV-movie about her life, starring fellow Midwestern Jewish American actress Jami Gertz.

Kathy Bates
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Kathleen Doyle Bates (born June 28, 1948 in Memphis, Tennessee to Langdon Doyle Bates and Bertye Kathleen Talbot) is an Academy Award-winning American theatrical, film and television actress, and a television director. She is perhaps best known for her Oscar-winning performance in the 1990 thriller Misery.

Life and career

Bates graduated from White Station High School in Memphis. She attended the Southern Methodist University, majoring in theatre and a member of Alpha Delta Pi sorority, and graduated in 1969.

She performed in little-seen films such as Summer Heat and The Morning After , and guest-starred in television shows such as L.A. Law before landing the role of obsessed fan Annie Wilkes, who holds her favorite author (played by James Caan) captive in the 1990 thriller Misery, which was based on the novel of the same name by Stephen King. She received her first Academy Award nomination for that role, winning Best Actress. Soon after, she starred with Jessica Tandy in the acclaimed 1991 movie Fried Green Tomatoes. In 1995, she turned in another applauded portrayal as the title character in Dolores Claiborne, although she was surprisingly was not nominated for an Oscar. She also excelled in her role as the acid-tongued "dustbuster" political advisor Libby Holden in the 1998 Primary Colors, which was adapted from the book in which political journalist Joe Klein recounted his experiences on the Presidential campaign trail in 1991-1992. For this performance, she won her second Academy Award nomination for Best supporting actress, though she did not win. She was nominated again in 2002 for About Schmidt, though again she was denied the award.

She was recently nominated for the Emmy Award for Best Supporting Actress in a Miniseries or a Movie for her performance in Warm Springs. She later appeared in ten episodes of the cable television series Six Feet Under.

In 1991, she married actor Tony Campisi, with whom she had lived for 12 years previously. They divorced in 1997.

Trivia

Bates is also the secretary of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences Board of Governers.
Bates' nickname is Bobo.
Bates did her first nude scene at the age of 43 in the 1991 film, At Play in the Fields of the Lord (1991) and again for a scene in About Schmidt.
Starting in the 1990's, Bates forged a formidable career as a director. She has directed episodes of Homicide: Life on the Street, NYPD Blue, Oz, Six Feet Under, and Everwood. Bates has also directed the TV movies Dash and Lilly and the self-starring Ambulance Girl. In 2007, Bates will direct and also star in Have Mercy opposite Melanie Griffith.

Mary Stuart Masterson
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Mary Stuart Masterson (born June 28, 1966) is an American actress.

She was born in New York City, New York. She is the daughter of Peter Masterson and Carlin Glynn. She attended schools in New York, including eight months studying anthropology at New York University.

She has starred in such movies as Fried Green Tomatoes, Bed of Roses, Benny & Joon, Some Kind of Wonderful and Bad Girls. Her first movie appearance was in the original 1975 movie The Stepford Wives at the age of eight. More recently, she appeared on Law & Order: Special Victims Unit as Dr. Rebecca Hendrix.

She has also appeared on the stage, being nominated for a 2003 Tony as Best Actress in the musical Nine.

From 1990-1992 she was married to George Carl Francisco, then divorced. She later married Damon Santostefano in 2000, but the couple are now divorced.

Will make her big-screen directorial debut in "The Cake Eaters" in 2006.

Day in and day out
Better be careful
what you do!
It's traveling around the world
The "Internet Spread"
will catch up with you

Many years ago...
before the computer
came around
This ailment called
"Internet Spread"
was nowhere to be found

Now from morning to night
People are there...
You know where....
In front of computers
sitting on a chair

That chair will do it to you
every time
You know what I have found
It'll make your bottom
really round

You can try to sit
a little more to the left
or a little more to the right
Instead of just flat
That still! won't keep
your backside firm and tight

I guess you can stand
for a while
Like an hour or two
Then the muscles
back there drop
Yep...that's just what
they do

This is what happens
It all goes saggy
Next thing you know
you got a fanny that's baggy

This is the truth
If it's something
you dread
Don't sit in front
of the computer
Or you'll get
"Internet Spread"

Well, folks. I am assuming that our hawkman has completed his bio's with the debut of a new kind of fun. Love that song, Boston.

Before commenting on Bob's bio's, I would like to respond with an answer to the internet spread:



I THINK MY COMPUTER`S IN LOVE
BY SKIP WEST

WHEN I PUNCH THE ENTER KEY FOR INFORMATION
ALL THAT COMES UP IS A HEART FORMATION
THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE EXPLANATION
I THINK MY COMPUTER`S IN LOVE

ENTER BY KEYBOARD, ENTER BY MOUSE
C-D ROM OR MODEM IN THE HOUSE
L-O-V-E IS ALL THAT PRINTS OUT
I THINK MY COMPUTER`S IN LOVE

MY COMPUTER YOUR COMPUTER TALKING ON THE PHONE
WHAT DO THEY SAY WHEN WE`RE NOT AT HOME
MAYBE THEY`VE DECIDED THEY DON`T WANT TO BE ALONE
I THINK MY COMPUTER`S IN LOVE

HEARTS AND FLOWERS ON A SCREEN OF PINK
THERE`S GOING TO BE A WEDDING I THINK
SEND OUT INVITATIONS ON A NETWORK LINK
I THINK MY COMPUTER`S IN LOVE

COMPUTERS ARE MACHINES THEY CANNOT THINK OR DREAM
THEY CAN`T FEEL THINGS LIKE YOU OR ME
THEN WHY DID MY COMPUTER JUST CALL A LIMOUSINE?
I THINK MY COMPUTER`S IN LOVE

WHEN I PUNCH THE ENTER KEY FOR INFORMATION
ALL THAT COMES UP IS A HEART FORMATION
THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE EXPLANATION
I THINK MY COMPUTER`S IN LOVE

And, thus, listeners, they propagate. <smile>

Hope our Raggedy can access our studio today, but if not:

In memory of Pat Morita



and Gilda Radner

Hot Dog - Elvis

Hot dog, you say you're really coming back
Hot dog, I'm waiting at the railway track
Hot dog, you say you're coming home for good
Hot dog, I'm going to keep knocking on wood
And baby, I can hardly wait
I'm gonna meet you at the gate, hot dog

I fell in love with you and then you went away
But now you're coming home to stay
Hot dog, soon everything will be all right
Hot dog, we're gonna have a ball tonight
I've got a pocketful of dimes
It's gonna be just like old times, hot dog

You went away and every day was misery
But now you're coming back to me
Hot dog, my heart is gonna go insane
Hot dog, when you come walking off the train
Oh how lonely I have been
But when that Santa Fe pulls in
Hot dog, baby, baby, hot dog

Jezebel

[Words and Music by Wayne Shanklin]

Jezebel, Jezebel
If ever the devil was born
Without a pair of horns
It was you
Jezebel, it was you
If ever an angel fell
Jezebel, it was you
Jezebel, it was you

If ever a pair of eyes
Promised paradise
Deceiving me, grieving me
Leavin' me blue
Jezebel, it was you

If ever the devil's plan
Was made to torment man
It was you
Jezebel, it was you

Could be better that I never know
A lover such as you
Forsaking dreams and all
For the siren call of your arms
Like a demon, love possessed me
You obsessed me constantly
What evil star is mine
That my fate's design
Should be, Jezebel

If ever a pair of eyes
Promised paradise
Deceiving me, grieving me
Leavin' me blue
Jezebel, it was you
If ever the devil's plan
Was made to torment man
It was you
Night and day, every way
Jezebel, Jezebel, Jezebel


Frankie Lane

I'll Never Be Free
Kay Starr - Tennessee Ernie Ford

Each time I hold somebody new
My arms go cold aching for you
No one can take your place
(Darlin' in my embrace)
I'll never be free

And when my lips burn with desire
No other kiss puts out the fire
Though I may try and try
(No one can satisfy)
This longing in me

(I'll never be free from your smile so tender)
(The sweet surrender in your eyes)
How can I be free when I still remember
How you could thrill me with a sigh

Just like a chain bound to my heart
Your love remains when we're apart
Each kiss I gave to you
(Made me a slave to you)
I'll never be free


Just like a chain bound to my heart
Your love remains when we're apart
Each kiss I gave to you
(Made me a slave to you)
And so I'll never be free

Yea! I'm in. Hi everybody.


I'd Like To Teach The World To Sing (In Perfect Harmony)

(As recorded by the Hillside Singers)
B. BACKER
B. DAVIS
R. COOK
R. GREENAWAY

I'd like to build the world a home
And furnish it with love
Grow apple trees and honey bees
And snow white turtle doves
I'd like to teach the world to sing
In perfect harmony
I'd like to hold it in my arms
And keep it company.

I'd like to see the world for once
All standing hand in hand
And hear them echo through the hills
For peace throughout the land
(I'd like to teach the world to sing)
Like the world to sing today
(In perfect harmony)
A song of peace that echoes on
And never goes away.

Well, my goodness, folks. edgar made it here all the way from Texas with three neat songs by Elvis, Kay, and Frankie.

edgar dear, this is a black tie affair and you are wearing nothing

Shall we try and fix that, listeners? Later, parhaps.

Well, if we have Jezebel, why not the Queen of Sheba:


JIMMY BUFFETT Song Lyrics

Window on the World
(From the album "LICENSE TO CHILL")

A broken promise I kept too long
A greasy shade and a curtain drawn
A broken glass and a heart gone wrong
That's my window on the world.

A cup of coffee and a shaky hand
Waking up in a foreign land
Trying to act like I got something planned
That's my window on the world.

That's my window on the world
Could you stand a little closer girl
Don't let mamma cut those curls.
That's my window on the world.

(Bridge)

In broad day light that circus went
Pulled up stakes I don't know where it went
Closed dark room with a busted vent.
That's my window on the world.

I think about you when I'm counting sheep.
I think about you then I can't sleep
I think the ocean is just so deep
That's my window on the world.

That's my window on the world
Could you stand a little closer girl
The Queen of Sheba meets the Duke of Earl
That's my window on the world.

(Bridge)

Down on Indiana Avenue
Wes and Jimmy man they played the blues.
I guess they were only passin' through
That's my window on the world.

That's my window on the world
Could you stand a little closer girl
Don't let mamma cut those curls.
That's my window on the world.

That's my window on the world
Could you stand a little closer girl
The Queen of Sheba meets the Duke of Earl
That's my window on the world.

And there's our Try. Hoorah for you, dear, and I love that song. Guess we can teach the world?

Well, folks, I can learn:

I Can Learn

I wish we
were stuck up a tree
then we'd know
it's nicer below

I don't know any lullabys
I don't know how
to make you mine
but I can learn
in lonely days ago
I saw lovers put on a show
well now it's my turn

Drive you home
then wait by the phone
for that call
and a walk in the fall

no harm will come of this
one little midnight kiss
it will not burn
too many lonely days
I feel like a throw away
well now it's my turn

Falling down
is no longer around
feeling sun
I'm no longer one
well isn't this fun?

Clint Eastwood
Gorillaz

Ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo
I ain't happy, I' m feelin glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long the future is comin' on

I'm ain't happy, I' m feelin glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long the future is comin' on,
it's comin' on, it's comin' on, it's comin' on, it's comin' on


Yeah, ha Ha HA!
Finally someone let me out a my cage
Now time for me is nothin' cuz I'm countin' no age
Naw I couldn't be there, now you shouldn't be scared
I'm good at repairs (s'all simple), and I'm under each snare
Intangible (aww dawg), bet you didn't think so I command you to
Panoramic view (you),
Look I'll make it all manageable
Pick and choose (hmph),
Sit and loose,
All you different crews.
Chicks and dudes,
So who you think is really kickin' tunes?
Picture you gettin down in tha picture tube,
Like you lit the fuse
You think it's fictional?
Mystical? maybe
Spiritual?
Hero who appears in you ta clear your view (yeah) but your too crazy
Lifeless,
to those a definition for what life is
Priceless,
To you because I put you on the hype ****
You like it? Gun smokin'.
Ya righteous with one toke.
Psychic among those,
Posess you with one go.

I ain't happy, I' m feelin glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long the future is comin' on

I ain't happy, I' m feelin glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long the future (that's right) is comin' on,
it's comin' on, it's comin' on, it's comin' on, it's comin' on

The essence, the basics,
Without it you make it
Allow me to make this
child-like-in-nature.
Rhythm, you have it or you don't
That's a fallacy.
I'm in 'em
Every sprouting tree, every child apiece
Every cloud at sea
You see with your eyes,
I see destruction and demise
Corruption in the skies (that's right)
From this fuckin' enterprise,
Now I'm sucked into your lies
Through Russel not his muscles but percussion he provides
With me as a (say what) guide
Y'all can see me now cuz you don't see with you eye
You percieve with your mind
Thats the inner (**** em)
So I'ma stick around with Russ and be a mentor
Bust a few rhymes (mmm mmmm) so mother fuckers remember
What the thought is
I brought all this, so you can survive when law is lawless(right here)
Feelings, sensations that you thought was dead (yup)
No squealing, remember that it's all in your head

I ain't happy, I'm feelin glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long the future is comin' on

I ain't happy, I' m feelin glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long my future is comin' on
it's comin' on it's comin' on it's comin' on it's comin' on
My future is comin' on,
it's comin' on, it's comin' on,
My future is comin' on
it's comin' on, it's comin' on,
My future

dj, Welcome back, Canada. Well, that's a song I have NEVER heard, but are you surprised? I like the lyrics, and I'll bet Clint does as well. <smile>

Yes, folks, I am certain that the future is coming on.

This is a new group that I just found, so let's hear them again.



Dead Leaves And The Dirty Ground

Dead leaves and the dirty ground
when I know you're not around
shiny tops and soda pops
when I hear your lips make a sound
when I hear your lips make a sound

Thirty notes in the mailbox
will tell you that I'm coming home
and I think I'm gonna stick around
for a while so you're not alone
for a while so you're not alone

If you can hear a piano fall
you can hear me coming down the hall
if I could just hear your pretty voice
I don't think I need to see at all
I don't think I need to see at all

Soft hair and a velvet tongue
I want to give you what you give to me
and every breath that is in your lungs
is a tiny little gift to me
is a tiny little gift to me

I didn't feel so bad till the sun went down
then I come home
no one to wrap my arms around

Well any man with a microphone
can tell you what he loves the most
and you know why you love at all
if you're thinking of the holy ghost
if you're thinking of the holy ghost

ahhh , i made it !
just wanted to drop by and say 'g'night' !
have been busy in the garden and a2k has been difficult to access at times .
keep a song in your heart !
hbg

Nighthawks at the Diner
Tom Waits

Intro
[Instrumental/Monologue]

Emotional Weather Report

late night and early morning low clouds
with a chance of fog
chance of showers into the afternoon
with variable high cloudiness
and gusty winds, gusty winds
at times around the corner of
Sunset and Alvorado
things are tough all over
when the thunder storms start
increasing over the southeast
and south central portions
of my apartment, I get upset
and a line of thunderstorms was
developing in the early morning
ahead of a slow moving coldfront
cold blooded
with tornado watches issued shortly
before noon Sunday, for the areas
including, the western region
of my mental health
and the northern portions of my
ability to deal rationally with my
disconcerted precarious emotional
situation, it's cold out there
colder than a ticket taker's smile
at the Ivar Theatre, on a Saturday night
flash flood watches covered the
southern portion of my disposition
there was no severe weather well
into the afternoon, except for a lone gust of
wind in the bedroom
in a high pressure zone, covering the eastern
portion of a small suburban community
with a 103 and millibar high pressure zone
and a weak pressure ridge extending from
my eyes down to my cheeks cause since
you left me baby
and put the vice grips on my mental health
well the extended outlook for an
indefinite period of time until you
come back to me baby is high tonight
low tomorrow, and precipitation is
expected

On a Foggy Night

on a foggy night, an abandoned road
in a twilight mirror mirage
with no indication of a service station
or an all night garage, I was misinformed
I was misdirected cause the interchange
never intersected leaving me marooned
beneath a bloodshot moon
all upon a foggy night, on a foggy night
an abandoned road, in a blurred brocade
collage, is that a road motel?
I can't really tell, is that what you
might call some kind of a vacancy lodge
cause there's no consolation, what
kind of situation to be aimlessly skewed
amidst a powder blue?
no tell tail light clue
spun like the spell you spin
this precarious pandemonium
I'm stranded, all upon a foggy night
all upon a foggy night
on a foggy night

Eggs & Sausage
(In a Cadillac With Susan Michelson)

nighthawks at the diner
of Emma's 49er, there's a rendezvous
of strangers around the coffee urn tonight
all the gypsy hacks, the insomniacs
now the paper's been read
now the waitress said

eggs and sausage and a side of toast
coffee and a roll, hash browns over easy
chile in a bowl with burgers and fries
what kind of pie?

In a graveyard charade, a late shift masquerade
2 for a quarter, dime for a dance
with Woolworth rhinestone diamond
earrings, and a sideway's glance
and now the register rings
and now the waitress sings

(chorus)

the classified section offered no direction
it's a cold caffeine in a nicotine cloud
now the touch of your fingers
lingers burning in my memory
I've been 86ed from your scheme
I'm in a melodramatic nocturnal scene
I'm a refugee from a disconcerted affair
as the lead pipe morning falls
and the waitress calls

(chorus)

Better Off Without a Wife

all my friends are married
every Tom and Dick and Harry
you must be strong
to go it alone
here's to the bachelors
and the bowery bums
and those who feel that they're the ones
who are better off without a wife

I like to sleep until the crack of noon
midnight howlin' at the moon
goin' out when I wanto, comin' home when I please
I don't have to ask permission
if I want to go out fishing
and I never have to ask for the keys

never been no Valentino
had a girl who lived in Reno
left me for a trumpet player
didn't get me down
he was wanted for assault
though he said it weren't his fault
well the coppers rode him right
out of town

(chorus)

selfish about my privacy
as long as I can be with me
we get along so well I can't believe
I love to chew the fat with folks
and listen to all your dirty jokes
I'm so thankful for these friends
I do receive

(chorus)

Nighthawk Postcards (From Easy Street)

there's a blur drizzle down the plateglass
as a neon swizzle stick stirrin up the sultry night air
and a yellow biscuit of a buttery cue ball moon
rollin' maverick across an obsidian sky
as the busses go groanin' and wheezin',
down on the corner I'm freezin';
on a restless boulevard at a midnight road
I'm across town from EASY STREET
with the tight knots of moviegoers and out of towners
on the stroll
and the buildings towering high above
lit like dominoes or black dice
all the used car salesmen dressed up in
Purina Checkerboard slacks
and Foster Grant wrap-around,
pacing in front of EARL SCHLEIB
$39.95 merchandise
like barkers at a shootin' gallery
they throw out kind of a Texas Guinan routine
"Hello sucker, we like your money
just as well as anybody else's here"
or they give you the P.T. Barnum bit
"There's a sucker born every minute
you just happened to be comin' along at the right time"
come over here now
you know... all the harlequin sailors are on the stroll
in a search of "LIKE NEW," "NEW PAINT,"
decent factory air and AM-FM dreams
and the piss yellow gypsy cabs
stacked up in the taxi zones waitin' like
pinball machines
to be ticking off a joy ride to a magical place
waitin' in line like "truckers welcome" diners
with dirt lots full of
Peterbilts, Kenworths, Jimmy's and the like, and
they're hiballin' with bankrupt brakes, over driven
under paid, over fed, a day late and a dollar short
but Christ I got my lips around a bottle and
my foot on the throttle and I'm standin' on the corner
standin' on the corner like a "just in town"
jasper, on a street corner with a gasper lookin'
for some kind of Cheshire billboard grin
stroking a goateed chin, and using parking meters
as walking sticks on the inebriated stroll
with my eyelids propped open at half mast
but you know... over at Chubb's Pool Hall and Snooker
it was a nickle after two, yea it was a nickle after two
and in the cobalt steel blue dream smoke, it
was the radio that groaned out the hit parade
and the chalk squeaked, the floorboards creaked
and an Olympia sign winked through a torn yellow
shade, old Jack Chance himself leanin' up against
a Wurlitzer and eyeballin' out a 5 ball combination shot
impossible you say? ...hard to believe?, perhaps
out of the realm of possibility? naaaa
he be stretchin' out long tawny fingers out across a
cool green felt with a provocative golden gate
and a full table railshot that's no sweat and I leaned
up against my bannister and wandered over to the
Wurlitzer and I punched A-2 I was lookin' for
something like Wine, Wine, Wine by the Night Caps
starring Chuck E. Weiss or High Blood Pressure
by George (cryin' in the streets) Perkins - no dice
"that's life," that's what all the people say ridin' high
in April, seriously shot down in May, but I know I'm
gonna change that tune when I'm standing underneath
a buttery moon that's all melted off to one side
It was just about that time that the sun
came crawlin' yellow out of a manhole
at the foot of 23rd Street
and a dracula moon in a black disguise
was making its way back to its
pre-paid room at the St. Moritz Hotel (scat)
and the El train came tumbling
across the trestles and it sounded
like the ghost of Gene Krupa
with an overhead cam and glasspacks
and the whispering brushes of wet radials
on a wet pavement and there's a
traffic jam session on Belmont tonight
and the rhapsody of the pending
evening, I leaned up against
my bannister and I've been looking
for some kind of an emotional
investment with romantic dividends
kind of a physical negociation
is underway
as I attempt to consolidate all my
missed weekly payments, into
one-low-monthly payment
through the nose
with romantic residuals and leg akimbo
but the chances are more than likely I'll probably
be held over for another smashed weekend

Warm Beer and Cold Women

warm beer and cold women, I just don't fit in
every joint I stumbled into tonight
that's just how it's been
all these double knit strangers with
gin and vermouth and recycled stories
in the naugahyde booths

with the platinum blondes
and tobacco brunettes
I'll be drinkin' to forget you
lite another cigarette
and the band's playin' something
by Tammy Wynette
and the drinks are on me tonight

all my conversations I'll just be
talkin' about you baby
borin' some sailor as I try to get through
I just want him to listen
that's all you have to do
he said I'm better off without you
till I showed him my tattoo

now the moon's rising
ain't got no time to lose
time to get down to drinking
tell the band to play the blues
drink's are on me, I'll buy another round
at the last ditch attempt saloon

warm beer and cold women, I just don't fit in
every joint I stumbled into tonight
that's just how it's been
all these double knit strangers with
gin and vermouth and recycled stories
in the naugahyde booths

with the platinum blondes
and tobacco brunettes
I'll be drinking to forget you
lite another cigarette
and the band's playing somethin'
by Johnnie Barnett
and the drinks are on me tonight

Putnam County

I guess things were always quiet
around Putnam County
kind of shy and sleepy as it clung to the skirts
of the 2-lane, that was stretched out like an
asphalt dance floor where all the oldtimers would
hunker down in bib jeans and store bought boots
lyin' about their lives and the places that they'd been
suckin' on Coca Colas and be spittin' Days Work
they's be suckin' on Coca Colas
and be spittin' Day's Work
until the moon was a stray dog on the ridge and
the taverns would be swollen until the naked eye
of 2am, and the Stratocaster guitars slung over
Burgermeister beer guts, and the swizzle stick legs
jacknifed over naugahyde stools and the
witch hazel spread out over the linoleum floors,
the pedal pushers stretched out over midriff bulge
and the coiffed brunette curls over Maybelline eyes
wearing Prince Machiavelli, Estee Lauder,
smells so sweet
I elbowed up at the counter with mixed feelings
over mixed drinks
and Bubba and the Roadmasters moaned in pool hall
concentration as they knit their brows to
cover the entire Hank Williams Song Book
and the old National register was singing to the
tune of $57.57
until last call, one last game of 8 ball
and Berneice would be putting the chairs on the tables,
someone come in say "Hey man, anyone got
any Jumper Cables, is that a 6 or a 12 volt?"
and all the studs in town would toss 'em down
and claim to fame as they stomped their feet
boasting about being able to get more ass
than a toilet seat.
And the GMCs and the Straight 8 Fords
were coughing and wheezing and they
perculated as they tossed the gravel
underneath the fenders to weave home
a wet slick anaconda of a two lane
with tire irons and crowbars a rattlin'
with a tool box and a pony saddle
you're grinding gears, shifting into first
yea and that goddam tranny's just getting worse
with the melodies of "see ya later"
and screwdrivers on carburettors
talkin' shop about money to loan
and palominos and strawberry roans
See ya tomorrow, hello to the Mrs.
money to borrow and goodnight kisses
the radio spittin' out Charlie Rich
sure can sing that sonofabitch
and you weave home, weavin' home
leaving the little joint winking in the
dark warm narcotic American night
beneath a pin cushion sky and it's
home to toast and honey, start
up the Ford, your lunch money's there on the
draining board, toilet's runnin' shake the
handle, telephone's ringin' it's Mrs Randal
where the hell are my goddam sandals
and the porcelain poodles and the glass swans
staring down from the knick knack shelf
with the parent permission slips for the
kids' field trips
pair of Muckalucks scraping across
the shag carpet
and the impending squint of
first light, that lurked behind
a weeping marquee in downtown Putnam
and would be pullin' up any minute now
just like a bastard amber
Velveeta yellow cab on a rainy corner
and be blowin' its horn, in every window
in town.

Spare Parts I (A Nocturnal Emission)

well the damn cracked hard just like a bull whip
cause it wasn't takin' no lip from the night before
as it shook out the street, the stew bums showed up
just like bounced checks, rubbin' their necks
and the sky turned the color of Pepto-Bismol
and the parking lots growled
and my old sports coat full of promissory notes
and a receipt from a late night motel
and the hawk had his whole family out
there in the wind, and he's got a message
for you to beware cause he be kickin' your
ass in, in a cold blooded fashion
dishin' out more than a good man can bear
I got shoes untied, shirt tail's out, ain't got a
ghost of a chance with this old romance
just an apartment for rent down the block
Ivar Theater with live burlesque
and the manager's scowlin', feet on his desk
boom boom against the curtain
you're still hurtin'
and then push came to shove, shove came to biff
girls like that just lay you out stiff
maybe I'll go to Cleveland or
get me a tattoo or somethin', my brother
in law's there
skid mark tattoo on the asphalt blue
was that a Malibu
Liz Taylor and Montgomery Clift
cumming on to the broads with the
same ol' riff. Hey baby come up to
my place, we'll listen to some
smooth music on the stereo, no thank you
got any Stan Getz records
no I got Smothers Brothers
so I combed back my Detroit
jack up my pegs, wiped my Stacy Adams
jacknifed my legs, yea I got designs
on a moving violation
hey baby, you put me on hold and I'm
out in the wind and it's getting
mighty cold...
colder than a gut shot bitch wolf dog
with 9 sucking pups pullin' a 4 trap
up a hill in the dead of winter
in the middle of a snowstorm
with a mouth full of porcupine quills

(scat)

yea well I don't need you baby
It's a well known fact
I'm 4 sheets to the wind
I'm glad you're gone
I'm glad you're gone
I'm finally alone
glad you're gone, but I
wish you'd come home
and I struggled out of bed
cause the dawn was crackin' hard like a bullwhip
cause it wasn't takin' no lip from the night before
as it shook out the streets the stew bums
showed up just like bounced checks
rubbin' their necks, and the sky turned the
color of Pepto-Bismol
and my old sports coat full of promissory notes
and the hawk had his whole family out there
in the wind, he got a message for you to beware
kickin' your ass in, in a cold blooded fashion
he be dishin' out more than a good man can bear
well hey baby let's take it to Bakersfield
get a little apartment somewhere

Nobody

Nobody, Nobody
will ever love you
the way I could love you
cause nobody is that strong
love is bitter sweet
and life's treasures deep
but no one can keep
a love that's gone wrong

Nobody, Nobody
will ever love you
the way I could love you
cause nobody's that strong
cause nobody's that strong

Nobody, Nobody
will ever love you
the way I could love you
cause nobody is that strong
you've had many lovers
you'll have many others
but they'll only just break
your poor heart in two

Nobody, Nobody
will ever love you
the way I could love you
cause nobody's that strong
cause nobody's that strong

Big Joe and Phantom 309

well you see I happened to be back on the east coast
a few years back tryin' to make me a buck
like everybody else, well you know
times get hard and well I got down on my luck
and I got tired of just roamin' and bummin'
around, so I started thumbin' my way
back to my old hometown
you know I made quite a few miles
in the first couple of days, and I
figured I'd be home in a week if my
luck held out this way
but you know it was the third night
I got stranded, it was out at a cold lonely
crossroads, and as the rain came
pouring down, I was hungry, tired
freezin', caught myself a chill, but
it was just about that time that
the lights of an old semi topped the hill
you should of seen me smile when I
heard them air brakes come on, and
I climbed up in that cab where I
knew it'd be warm at the wheel
well at the wheel sat a big man
I'd have to say he must of weighed 210
the way he stuck out a big hand and
said with a grin "Big Joe's the name
and this here rig's called Phantom 309"
well I asked him why he called his
rig such a name, but he just turned to me
and said "Why son don't you know this here
rig'll be puttin' 'em all to shame, why
there ain't a driver on this
or any other line for that matter
that's seen nothin' but the taillights of Big Joe
and Phantom 309"
So we rode and talked the better part of the night
and I told my stories and Joe told his and
I smoked up all his Viceroys as we rolled along
he pushed her ahead with 10 forward gears
man that dashboard was lit like the old
Madam La Rue pinball, a serious semi truck
until almost mysteriously, well it was the
lights of a truck stop that rolled into sight
Joe turned to me and said "I'm sorry son
but I'm afraid this is just as far as you go
You see I kinda gotta be makin' a turn
just up the road a piece," but I'll be
damned if he didn't throw me a dime as he
threw her in low and said "Go on in there
son, and get yourself a hot cup of coffee
on Big Joe"
and when Joe and his rig pulled off into
the night, man in nothing flat they was
clean outa sight
so I walked into the old stop and
ordered me up a cup of mud sayin'
"Big Joe's settin' this dude up" but
it got so deathly quiet in that
place, you could of heard a pin drop
as the waiter's face turned kinda
pale, I said "What's the matter did
I say somethin' wrong?" I kinda
said with 8a half way grin. He said
"No son, you see It'll happen every
now and then. You see every driver in
here knows Big Joe, but let me
tell you what happened just 10 years
ago, yea it was 10 years ago
out there at that cold lonely crossroads
where you flagged Joe down, and
there was a whole bus load of kids
and they were just comin' from school
and they were right in the middle when
Joe topped the hill, and could
have been slaughtered except
Joe turned his wheels, and
he jacknifed, and went
into a skid, and folks around here
say he gave his life to save that bunch
of kids, and out there at that cold
lonely crossroads, well they say it
was the end of the line for
Big Joe and Phantom 309, but it's
funny you know, cause every now and then
yea every now and then, when the
moon's holdin' water, they say old Joe
will stop and give you a ride, and
just like you, some hitchhiker will be
comin' by"
"So here son," he said to me, "get
yourself another cup of coffee, it's on the
house, you see I want you to hang on
to that dime, yea you hang on to that
dime as a kind of souvenir, a
souvenir of Big Joe and Phantom 309"

Spare Parts II and Closing

[Instrumental]

Good night, Letty.