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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Tue 18 Jul, 2006 08:45 am
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Tue 18 Jul, 2006 08:59 am
Sally was driving home from one of her business trips in Northern Arizona when she saw
an elderly Navajo woman walking on the side of the road. As the trip was a long and quiet
one, she stopped the car and asked the Navajo woman if she would like a ride. With a
silent nod of thanks, the woman got into the car. Resuming the journey, Sally tried in
vain to make a bit of small talk with the Navajo woman. The old woman just sat silently,
looking intently at everything she saw, studying every little detail, until she noticed
a brown bag on the seat next to Sally. "What in bag?" asked the old woman? Sally looked
down at the brown bag and said, "It's a bottle of wine. I got it for my husband."
The Navajo woman was silent for another moment or two. Then speaking with the quiet
wisdom of an elder, she said: "Good trade....."
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Letty
 
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Reply Tue 18 Jul, 2006 09:22 am
Well, listeners, we know that our hawkman is once again finished with his bio's when we listen to a Navajo. Those amerinds are not only smart, they get right to the point. <smile>

Interesting background on Hunter Thompson, Bob. Never heard of the man, and that is why we all find your coverage very insightful. Thanks again, Boston.

Our Raggedy ought to be along presently, listeners, so I shall wait for her to show us those one thousand words.
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Raggedyaggie
 
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Reply Tue 18 Jul, 2006 10:36 am
Good afternoon. Lots of funny stuff at WA2K today. Very Happy

Remembering birthday celebs - Chill Wills, Hume Cronyn and Red Skelton

http://www.thegoldenyears.org/Chill_Wills.jpghttp://www.lasvegasmercury.com/2003/MERC-Jun-26-Thu-2003/photos/hume.jpghttp://www.danzfamily.com/sounds/redskelton.gif
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Letty
 
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Reply Tue 18 Jul, 2006 10:52 am
Ah, there she is, folks. Great montage again, PA. Know them all, for once.

Oscar Peterson and Paul Desmond gave this song, in which Red starred, an entirely different slant, folks.

Short and sweet:

Artist: Frank Sinatra Lyrics
Song: Three Little Words Lyrics




Three little words, oh what I'd give for that wonderful phrase,
To hear those three little words, that's all I'd live for the rest of my days.
And what I feel in my heart, they tell sincerely.
No other words can tell it half so clearly.
Three little words, eight little letters which simply mean I love you.
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hamburger
 
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Reply Tue 18 Jul, 2006 11:27 am
thank you , yer lordschip !
need some cheering up after reading the tread on guncontrol Crying or Very sad

and here is the songwriter in person >>>
http://tralfaz-archives.com/coverart/S/stewart_catb.jpg
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Letty
 
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Reply Tue 18 Jul, 2006 12:21 pm
Hey, hamburger. Thanks for the songwriter in person, now here's a singer of songs in person. Let's just say it's from one Stewart to another:

http://www.bbc.co.uk/totp2/features/wallpaper/images/800/rod_stewart.jpg

Maggie May
Rod Stewart/Martin Quittenton
Wake up Maggie I think I got something to say to you
It's late September and I really should be back at school
I know I keep you amused but I feel I'm being used
Oh Maggie I couldn't have tried any more
You lured me away from home just to save you from being alone
You stole my heart and that's what really hurt

The morning sun when it's in your face really shows your age
But that don't worry me none in my eyes you're everything
I laughed at all of your jokes my love you didn't need to coax
Oh, Maggie I couldn't have tried any more
You lured me away from home, just to save you from being alone
You stole my soul and that's a pain I can do without

All I needed was a friend to lend a guiding hand
But you turned into a lover and
mother what a lover, you wore me out
All you did was wreck my bed
and in the morning kick me in the head
Oh Maggie I couldn't have tried anymore
You lured me away from home 'cause you didn't want to be alone
You stole my heart I couldn't leave you if I tried

I suppose I could collect my books and get on back to school
Or steal my daddy's cue and make a living out of playing pool
Or find myself a rock and roll band that needs a helpin' hand
Oh Maggie I wish I'd never seen your face
You made a first-class fool out of me
But I'm as blind as a fool can be
You stole my heart but I love you anyway

Maggie I wish I'd never seen your face
I'll get on back home one of these days
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Walter Hinteler
 
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Reply Tue 18 Jul, 2006 03:17 pm
Over Under Sideways Down (The Yardbirds)

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Cars and girls are easy come by in this day and age,
Laughing, joking, drinking, smoking,
Till I've spent my wage.
When I was young people spoke of immorality,
All the things they said were wrong,
Are what I want to be.

(Hey)
Over under sideways down,
(Hey)
Backwards forwards square and round.
(Hey)
Over under sideways down,
(Hey)
Backwards forwards square and round.
When will it end, when will it end,
When will it end, when will it end.

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
I find comment 'bout my looks irrelativity,
Think I'll go and have some fun,
'Cos it's all for free.
I'm not searching for a reason to enjoy myself,
Seems it's better done,
Than argued with somebody else.

(Hey)
Over under sideways down,
(Hey)
Backwards forwards square and round.
(Hey)
Over under sideways down,
(Hey)
Backwards forwards square and round.
When will it end, when will it end,
When will it end, when will it end.

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Over under sideways down...
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Letty
 
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Reply Tue 18 Jul, 2006 03:33 pm
Walter, Welcome back to our wee studio. Over, Under, Sideways, Down?

Wow! I would have to say that's an ecstasy of sound. Razz So, let's go to.......

(or, a Vision in a Dream, a Fragment)

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round:
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon lover!
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced:
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail:
And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean:
And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war!

The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure dome with caves of ice!

A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight 'twould win me,
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.

-- Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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yitwail
 
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Reply Tue 18 Jul, 2006 04:31 pm
here's a fun little number from the nifty 50's:

I know a cat named Way Out Willie
He's got a cool little chick named Rockin' Millie
He can walk and stroll and Susie Q
And do that crazy hand jive too

/ G - - - / / C7 - - - / G - - - /

Papa told Willie, you'll ruin my home
You and that hand jive have got to go
Willie said, Papa, don't put me down
They're doin' the hand jive all over town

Hand jive, hand jive, hand jive, doin' that crazy hand jive

/ C7 - G - D7 C7 G - /

Mama, Mama look at Uncle Joe
He's doin' that hand jive with sister Flo
Grandma gave baby sister a dime
Said, do that hand jive one more time

Well, the doctor and the lawyer and Indian chief
They all dig that crazy beat
Way Out Willie gave 'em all a treat
When he did that hand jive with his feet

Hand jive, hand jive, hand jive, doin' that crazy hand jive

Willie and Millie got married last fall
They had a little Willie Junior, and a-that ain't all
You know, the baby got famous in his crib, you see
Doin' that hand jive on TV

Hand jive, hand jive, hand jive, doin' that crazy hand jive
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Letty
 
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Reply Tue 18 Jul, 2006 04:41 pm
Lordy, lordy, Mr. Turtle. Hand jive? Love it, buddy.

I have invited our Dutchy to visit our wee studio. Hope he makes it across the great divide. Razz
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Dutchy
 
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Reply Tue 18 Jul, 2006 04:50 pm
As you can see a Kangaroo can easily conquer the great divide.
Will have to have a good look first and see what you ladies get upto here. Smile
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Letty
 
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Reply Tue 18 Jul, 2006 05:09 pm
Well, Dutchy, there are many Australian writers and performers. Of couse you know this one:

Once a jolly swagman camped by a Billabong
Under the shade of a Coolabah tree
And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boiled
"Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?"

Down come a jumbuck to drink at the water hole
Up jumped a swagman and grabbed him in glee
And he sang as he stowed him away in his tucker bag
"You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me'".


Up rode the Squatter a riding his thoroughbred
Up rode the Trooper - one, two, three
"Where's that jumbuck you've got in your tucker bag?",
"You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me".


But the swagman he up and jumped in the water hole
Drowning himself by the Coolabah tree,
And his ghost may be heard as it sings in the Billabong,
"Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?"


A.B. (Banjo) Paterson

Then, Ozzie, there is Tie Me Kangaroo down.
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Tue 18 Jul, 2006 05:16 pm
low chanting)
In the bad bad lands of Australia many years ago
The Aborigine tribes were meeting, having a big pow-wow
(chanting)
(low voice): We've got a lot of trouble, Chief, on account of your son Mac!
(midrange voice): My boy Mac, what's wrong with him?
(high-pitched voice, young prince): My boomerang won't come back!
(low voices): Your boomerang won't come back
(prince): My boomerang won't come back
My boomerang won't come back
I've waved the thing all over the place
Practiced till I was black in the face
I'm a big disgrace t' the Aborigine race
My boomerang won't back
I want a kangaroo (yeah yeah)
Make kangatoo stew (yea yeah)
But I'm a big disgrace t' the Aborigine race
My boomerang won't back

They banished him from the tribes' lair & sent him on his way
He had a hapless boomerang, so here he could not stay
(shrieks of animals)
(prince): This is nice, isn't it? Getting banished at my time in life. What a way to
spend an evening. Sittin' on a rock in the middle of the desert with me boomerang in me
hand. I should very likely get bushwhacked. (animal shriek) (prince): Get out of here,
nasty bushwhackin' animal! Think I'll make a nice cup of tea. (boing boing boing)
(prince): Good gracious! There goes a kangaroo! I must have practice with me boomerang.
Hey, right behind the left elbow, then slowly back... (kangaroo): If you throw that thing
at me, I'll jump right on your head! (laughs) (prince): Ain't it marvelous! In a land
full of kangaroos I might not get that one!

For 3 long months he sat there, or maybe it was 4
Then an old old man in a kangaroo skin came a-knockin' at his door
(old man): I'm the local with doctor, son. They call me Joe Joseph Black.
Now tell me, what's your trouble, boy?
(prince): My boomerang won't come back!
(old man): Your boomerang won't come back
(prince): My boomerang won't come back
My boomerang won't come back
I've waved the thing all over the place
Practiced till I was black in the face
I'm a big disgrace t' the Aborigine race
My boomerang won't back
(old man): Don't worry, boy, I know the trick & to you I'm gonna show it
If you want your boomerang to come back, well, first you've got to throw it!
(prince): Oh yes, never thought of that. Daddy will be pleased. Must have a girl...
(old man): Excuse me. Now then, slowly back...& throw! (sound of boomerang flying)

(old man): Oh my God! Avit the flying doctah! He-he-he-he!
(prince): Can you do farther eat?
(old man): Don't talk to me about first taste boy; you owe me 14 chickens for teaching
you to throw the boomerang; first things first. (prince): Yes, I know that, but I mean, I
think, on this occasion, you know ...& fade
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Letty
 
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Reply Tue 18 Jul, 2006 05:26 pm
Hey, edgar. Great song. I remember that one, Texas, and what do you call a boomerang that won't come back? A stick. Razz

So, for Dutchy and all who have gone astray:


Nik Kershaw
Stick Around

Drink the good stuff down in one
Call for another, have yourself some fun
Here's to the good life, drink it down
Stick around
The morning after, playing dead
Don't see the black clouds gather overhead
Consequences raining down
Stick around
You might just learn something
God only knows what that could be
Stick around
You might just learn something
God only knows and he won't say
The wolf is in your dressing gown
He's huffing, puffing,
blowing your house down
The party's over, the love is gone
Think what to do you better run,
yeah you better run or
Stick around
You might just learn something
God only knows what that could be
Stick around
You might just learn something
God only knows so don't ask me
Stick around
What doesn't hurt me kills me slow
What doesn't scare me is nothing I don't know
What doesn't kill me makes me strong
When everything goes bad,
when everything goes wrong
Stick around
You might just learn something
God only knows what that could be
Stick around
You might just learn something
God only knows and he won't say
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Tryagain
 
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Reply Tue 18 Jul, 2006 05:52 pm
To all those in OZ who are…


Livin' On The Edge
AEROSMITH lyrics -


There's somethin' wrong with the world today
I don't know what it is
Something's wrong with our eyes

We're seein' things in a different way
And God knows it ain't his
It shore ain't no surprise

Livin' on the edge
Livin' on the edge
Livin' on the edge
Livin' on the edge

There's somethin' wrong with the world today
The light bulb's gettin dim
There's meltdown in the sky

If you can judge a wise man
By the color of his skin
Then mister you're a better man than I

[Chorus:]
Livin' on the edge
You can't help yourself from fallin'
Livin' on the edge
You can't help yourself at all
Livin' on the edge
You can't stop yourself from fallin'
Livin' on the edge

Tell me what you think about your sit-u-a-tion
Complication - aggravation
Is getting to you

If chicken little tells you that the sky is fallin'
Even if it wasn't would you still come crawlin'
Back again
I bet you would my friend
Again & again & again & again & again

Tell me what you think about your sit-u-a-tion
Complication - aggravation
Is getting to you

If chicken little tells you that the sky is fallin'
Even if it was would you still come crawlin'
Back again
I bet you would my friend
Again & again & again & again

Something right with the world today
And everybody knows it's wrong
But we can tell 'em no or we could let it go
But I'd would rather be a hanging on
[Chorus]

Livin' on the edge
Livin' on the edge
Livin' on the edge
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]

Livin' on the edge
You can't help yourself
You can't help yourself
Livin' on the edge
You can't help yourself at all
Livin' on the edge
You can't help yourself
You can't help yourself
Livin' on the edge
You can't help yourself
You can't help yourself
Livin' on the edge
You can't help yourself from fallin'
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Dutchy
 
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Reply Tue 18 Jul, 2006 05:56 pm
Wonderful, wonderful stuff guys, thank you so much. Will look up my repertoire and return in due course with something from downunder.
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Letty
 
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Reply Tue 18 Jul, 2006 06:04 pm
Great, Dutchy. We love having you here.

and for Try:

We are not only living on the edge, buddy, we we may be on......


The eastern world, it is exploding
Violence flarin', bullets loadin'
You're old enough to kill, but not for votin'
You don't believe in war, but what's that gun you're totin'
And even the Jordan River has bodies floatin'

But you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don't believe
We're on the eve
of destruction.

Don't you understand what I'm tryin' to say
Can't you feel the fears I'm feelin' today?
If the button is pushed, there's no runnin' away
There'll be no one to save, with the world in a grave
[Take a look around ya boy, it's bound to scare ya boy]

And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don't believe
We're on the eve
of destruction.

Yeah, my blood's so mad feels like coagulatin'
I'm sitting here just contemplatin'
I can't twist the truth, it knows no regulation.
Handful of senators don't pass legislation
And marches alone can't bring integration
When human respect is disintegratin'
This whole crazy world is just too frustratin'

And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don't believe
We're on the eve
of destruction.

Think of all the hate there is in Red China
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama
You may leave here for 4 days in space
But when you return, it's the same old place
The poundin' of the drums, the pride and disgrace
You can bury your dead, but don't leave a trace
Hate your next-door neighbor, but don't forget to say grace
And… tell me over and over and over and over again, my friend
You don't believe
We're on the eve
Of destruction
Mm, no no, you don't believe
We're on the eve
of destruction.

By Barry McGuire
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Dutchy
 
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Reply Tue 18 Jul, 2006 06:39 pm
Well Letty my first contribution to this wonderful gallery. I trust this is the sort of item you post here? This is one from probably Australia's most famous poet, Henry Lawson.

The Sliprails and the Spur
by
Henry Lawson
(1867-1922)



The colours of the setting sun
Withdrew across the Western Land-
He raised the sliprails, one by one,
And shot them home with trembling hand ;
Her brown hands clung - her face grew pale-
Ah! quivering chin and eyes that brim!-
One quick, fierce kiss across the rail,
And, 'Good-bye, Mary!' 'Good-bye, Jim!'

Oh, he rides hard to race the pain
Who rides from love, who rides from home;
But he rides slowly home again,
Whose heart as learnt to love and roam

A hand upon the horse's mane,
And one foot in the stirrup set,
And, stooping back to kiss again,
With 'Good-bye, Mary ! don't you fret !
When I come back ' - he laughed for her-
'We do not know how soon 'twill be;
I'll whistle as I round the spur -
You let the sliprails down for me.'

She gasped for sudden loss of hope,
As, with a backward wave to her,
He cantered down the grassy slope
And swiftly round the dark'ning spur.
Black-pencilled panels standing high,
And darkness fading into stars,
And, blurring fast against the sky,
A faint white form beside the bars.

And often at the set of sun,
In winter bleak and summer brown,
She'd steal across the little run,
And shyly let the sliprails down,
And listen there when darkness shut
The nearer spur in silence deep,
And when they called her from the hut
Steal home and cry herself to sleep.

And he rides hard to dull the pain
Who rides from one that loves him best....
And he rides slowly back again,
Whose restless heart must rove for rest.
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Letty
 
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Reply Tue 18 Jul, 2006 06:48 pm
Ah, Dutchy. I am truly spellbound. I especially love this verse:



And often at the set of sun,
In winter bleak and summer brown,
She'd steal across the little run,
And shyly let the sliprails down,
And listen there when darkness shut
The nearer spur in silence deep,
And when they called her from the hut
Steal home and cry herself to sleep.

Bravo, Ozman.

Our Mr. Turtle has never heard this one, so I thought that I would play it for him:




Pennies in a stream...
Falling leaves of sycamore...
Moonlight in Vermont.

Icy finger waves...
Ski trails on a mountain side...
Moonlight in Vermont.

(Bridge:)
Telegraph cables, they sing down the highway
As they travel each bend in the road
People who meet in this romantic setting
Are so hypnotized be the lovely...

Evening summer breeze...
Warblings of the meadowlark...
Moonlight in Vermont...

(Coda:)
You and me and moonlight in Vermont

It goes so well, listeners, with the setting sun.
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