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recent news from norway:
There are now so many polish workers in norway that the new unofficial name for it is the north pole.

Well, listeners, there's our Cyracuz back with an observation about the North, and we are NOT talking Yankee land. <smile>

I declare, I found the craziest poetry site, and here is another example:

HEADING FOR KYOTO

Sunlight catchin' on their glasses
As the train negotiates them mountain passes
From across the fields I see them
In their saffron gear
Drinking cups of coffee and the occassional beer
Sittin' in the restaurant car
Heading for Kyoto
They're coming back from their holiday
Two wise men who are following the way

Talking about speaking in tongues.

Well, I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

I'd smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking.
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Playing with a can that he was kicking.
Then I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken.
And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost
Somewhere, somehow along the way.

On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.

In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl that he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were singing.
Then I headed down the street,
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing,
And it echoed through the canyon
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.

Good morning radio fans. Dys, I know that feeling, I am hoping for a…




Breakthru
Words and music by Queen

When love breaks up
When the dawn light wakes up
A new life is born
Somehow I have to make this final breakthrough
Now

I wake up
Feel just fine
Your face
Fills my mind
I get religion quick
'Cos you're looking divine
Honey you're touching something you're touching me
I'm under your thumb under your spell can't you see
If I could only reach you
If I could make you smile
If I could only reach you
That would really be a breakthrough - oh yeah

Breakthrough these barriers of pain
Breakthrough to the sunshine from the rain
Make my feelings known towards you
Turn my heart inside and out for you now
Somehow I have to make this final breakthrough
Now!

Your smile speaks books to me
I break up
With each and every one of your looks at me
Honey you're starting something deep inside of me
Honey you're sparking something this fire in me
I'm outta control
I wanna rush headlong into this ecstacy
If I could only reach you
If I could make you smile
If I could only reach you
That would really be a breakthrough

If I could only reach you
If I could make you smile
If I could only reach you
That would really be a breakthrough
Oh yeah
Breakthrough breakthrough

If I could only reach you
If I could make you smile
If I could only reach you
That would really be a breakthrough

If I could only reach you
If I could make you smile
If I could only reach you
That would really be a breakthrough

Breakthrough

Hey, cowboy, welcome back. Johnny Cash, right? Well, here's an answer, listeners:

I want a Sunday kind of love,
A love to last past Saturday night.
I'd like to know it's more than love at first sight.
I want a Sunday kind of love.

I want a Sunday kind of love,
My arms need someone to hold,
To keep me warm when Mondays grow cold,
Need love for all my life to have and to hold.
I want a Sunday kind of love.

Well, Try, another one bit the dust. While you played Breakthru my mind was in the mountains. Thanks, buddy.

Let's hear one from John:

TAKE ME HOME, COUNTRY ROADS

by Bill Danoff, Taffy Danoff and John Denver


Almost heaven, West Virginia,
Blue Ridge Mountains
Shenandoah River.
Life is old there,
Older than the trees,
Younger than the mountains
Growin' like a breeze.

CHORUS
Country roads, take me home
To the place where I belong:
West Virginia, mountain momma,
Take me home, country roads.

All my memories gathered 'round her,
Miner's lady, stranger to blue water.
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky,
Misty taste of moonshine,
Teardrop in my eye.

CHORUS
Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong:
West Virginia, mountain momma,
Take me home, country roads.

I hear her voice, in the mornin' hour she calls me,
Radio reminds me of my home far away
And driving down the road I get a feeling
I should have been home yesterday, yesterday

CHORUS
Country roads, take me home
To the place where I belong:
West Virginia, mountain momma,
Take me home, country roads.

A Week in a County Jail

One time I spent a week inside a little country jail
And I don't guess I'll ever live it down
I was sittin' at a red light when these two men came and got me
And said that I was speeding through their town

Well, they said,"Tomorrow morning you can see the judge then go."
They let me call one person on the phone
I thought I'd be there overnight so I just called my boss
To tell him I'd be off but not for long

Well, they motioned me inside a cell with seven other guys
One little barred up window in the rear
My cellmates said if they had let me bring some money in
We ought to send the jailer for some beer

Well, I had to pay him double 'cause he was the man in charge
And the jailer's job was not the best in town
Later on his wife brought hot bologna, eggs and gravy
The first day I was there I turned it down

Well, next morning they just let us sleep but I was up real early
Wonderin' when I'd get my release
Later on we got more hot bologna, eggs and gravy
And by now I wasn't quite so hard to please

Two days later when I thought that I had been forgotten
The sheriff came in chewin' on a straw
He said, "Where is the guy who thinks that this is Indianapolis?
I'd like to talk to him about the law."
Well, I told him who I was and told him I was working steady
And I really should be gettin' on my way
That part about me bein' who I was did not impress him
He said, "The judge'll be here any day."

The jailer had a wife and let me tell you she was awful
But she brought that hot bologna every day
And after seven days she got to lookin' so much better
I asked her if she'd like to run away

The next mornin' that old judge took every nickel that I had
And he said, "Son, let this teach you not to race."
The jailer's wife was smilin' from the window as I left
In thirty minutes I was out of state

Tom T Hall

Hey, Texas. Great song by Tom T. , so let's follow it up with another clink song. <smile> This one is also from O Brother:

SOGGY BOTTOM BOYS » In The Jailhouse Now Lyrics

I had a friend named Ramblin' Bob
He used to steal, gamble, and Rob
He thought he was the smartest guy around
Well I found out last Monday
That Bob got locked up Sunday
They've got him in the jailhouse way downtown

He's in the jailhouse now
He's in the jailhouse now
Well I told him once or twice
To stop playin' cards and a-shootin' dice
He's in the jailhouse now

(yodel)
Ah di o-dalee eehee dee-o ti
Ah di o-dalee ee oh dee-o ti
Yodelayee-hee
Yodelayee-hee
Yodelay-eeee

Bob like to play his Poker
Pinochle, Whist and Euchre
But shootin' dice
Was his favorite game
But he got throwed in jail
With nobody to go his bail
The judge done said that he refused the fine

He's in the jailhouse now
He's in the jailhouse now
Well I told him once or twice
To stop playin' cards and a-shootin' dice
He's in the jailhouse now

(yodel)
Ah di o-dalee eehee hee
Ah di o-dalee eehee hee
Yodelayee-hee
Yodelayee-hee
Yodelay-eeee

Well I went out last Tuesday
Met a girl named Susie
I said I was the swellest guy around
Well, we started to spendin' my money
And she started to callin' me honey
We took in every cabaret in town

We're in the jailhouse now
We're in the jailhouse now
I told that judge right to his face
I don't like to see this place
We're in the jailhouse now

(yodel)
Ah di o-dalee eehee o hee
Ah di o-dalee eehee deeo ti
Yodelayee-hee
Yodelayee-hee
Ah Yodelay-eeee

high of 105 forecast today, so here's Heatwave's greatest hit:

Boogie nights, Woah-ooh
Boogie nights, boogie nights

Boogie nights
Aint no doubt we are here to party
Boogie nights
Come on now got to get it started
Dance with the boogie, get down
'Cos boogie nights are always the best in town

Got to keep on dancing
Keep on dancing
Got to keep on dancing
Keep on dancing
Boogie nights
Get that groove let it take you higher
Boogie nights
Make it move set this place on fire
Dance with the boogie, get down
'Cos boogie nights are always the best in town

Got to keep on dancing
Keep on dancing
Got to keep on dancing
Keep on dancing
Party nights
Can you show that you know how to do it
Party nights
Do it, do it
Party nights
Settle down with the sound of the music
Party nights
Music, music
Boogie nights
It's alright when you got the feeling
Boogie nights
Hold you tight got to keep on dealing
Dance with the boogie, get down
'Cos boogie nights are always the best in town

Got to keep on dancing
Keep on dancing
Got to keep on dancing
Keep on dancing
Boogie nights
Boogie nights
Got to keep on dancing
Keep on dancing
Boogie nights
Boogie nights
Got to keep on dancing
Keep on dancing
Dance with the boogie, get down
'Cos boogie nights are always the best in town
Got to keep on dancing
Keep on dancing
Got to keep on dancing
Keep on dancing

Speaking of Boogy Woogy

Don't you tell me n-n-n-no lies woman 'cause all you know I've told
Don't sell me no alibi sister 'cause all you've got I've sold
You better leave that midnight sneakin' to the one who worked it out
I don't wanna hear no back talk speakin' go on and shut yer mouth
And everything's gonna work out tight if you act like you been told
So don't try to lay no boogie woogie on the king of rock and roll.

Don't you feed me no TV dinners when you know I'm used to steak
I don't need no rank beginners when it's time to shake that shake
You better pull your Thing together, reach in and dust it out
And if ya feel that yer ass can't dig it then I guess you know the route
It ain't a matter of pork 'n beans gonna justify your soul
Just don't try to lay no boogie woogie on the king of rock and roll.

You weren't alive when I started to drive, so don't put none on me
You didn't arrive 'til late '45 but your head's in '53.
You got what it takes to keep the heads a-spinnin' down by the old rim shack
And you come across just like a fool grinnin' in the back of a red Cadillac.
You can't come across the [inaudible] bridge until you pay the toll
So don't try to lay no boogie woogie on the king of rock and roll.

Hey, Mr. Turtle. You really know how to dance. <smile> Great to see you here, M.D.

Here's a dance song by the diamond man:

» When You Dance I Can Really Love

When you dance,
Do your senses tingle?
Then take a chance?
In a trance,
While the lonely mingle
With circumstance?

I've got
something to tell you,
you make it show.
Let me come over,
I know you know
When you dance
I can really love.

I can love,
I can really love,
I can really love
I can love,
I can really love,
I can really love

Like a
mountain that's growing
a river that rolls
Let me come over,
I know you know
When you dance
I can really love.

When you dance,
Do your senses tingle?
Then take a chance?
In a trance,
While the lonely mingle
With circumstance?

I've got
something to tell you,
you make it show.
Let me come over,
I know you know
When you dance
I can really love.

Oops, Did it again, folks.

Hey, sublime, nice to see you back and doin' the boogie woogie. Wonder where in the world that expression originated?

Sent to me by my older sister:

Way down in Kansas City on a one two street
They got a guy out there they call him Pig Foot Pete,
He plays piano by ear,
And he'll play all night for pig feet and beer.

He's murder on the solid eight,
He's the guy who bought the boogie woogie up to date.

He's got a cannon in his left hand,
And a rifle in his right.
He's a solid brown killer,
And he'll shoot the eight beat to ya at a lightning rate.

He's just a solid whiz,
I'll tell you who he is,
He's Pig Foot Pete
The boogie woogie to meet,

They call him Pig Foot,
The boogie woogie man.

Good day to all.

And a Happy 17th to Daniel Radcliffe; 55th to Woody Harrelson and 39th to Philip Seymour Hoffman.

Who is Philip Hoffman?

Had to look him up myself.

Philip Seymour Hoffman
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Personal life
Hoffman was born in Fairport, New York to Gordon S. Hoffman, a former Xerox executive, and Marilyn O'Connor, a family court judge; he has a sister, Emily, and a brother, Gordy Hoffman, who scripted the 2002 film Love Liza, in which Philip starred. Hoffman has Irish heritage; his father was Protestant and his mother was Catholic, but he was not raised heavily in either religion. Hoffman's parents divorced when he was nine years old.

Hoffman appeared in his high school production of Death of a Salesman, directed by Midge Marshall. Hoffman received a BFA in drama in 1989 from New York University's Tisch School of the Arts. Soon after graduating, he went to rehab for drug and alcohol addiction and was able to become sober.

Hoffman is in a relationship with costume designer Mimi O'Donnell. They met while working on the 1999 play In Arabia We'd All Be Kings, which Hoffman directed. They have a son, Cooper Alexander, born in March 2003. According to Us Weekly, they are expecting a second child in November 2006.

[edit]
Career
One of Hoffman's earliest mainstream roles was as a defendant in a 1990 episode of the television series Law & Order. He made his film breakthrough in 1992 with Scent of a Woman as a backstabbing classmate to Chris O'Donnell. He later credited that film with kickstarting his film career, as he was stocking shelves at a city grocery at the time before landing the role. Hoffman has established a successful and respected film career playing diverse and idiosyncratic characters in supporting roles, working with a wide variety of noted directors, including Paul Thomas Anderson, The Coen Brothers, Cameron Crowe, Spike Lee, David Mamet, Todd Solondz and Anthony Minghella; notably, he has appeared in all four of Anderson's feature films to date (Hard Eight, Boogie Nights, Magnolia, and Punch-Drunk Love). He appeared in Last Party 2000, a documentary about the 2000 elections. He starred in Owning Mahowny in 2003 to strong reviews as a bank employee who embezzles money to feed his gambling addiction. He also appeared in Along Came Polly as Ben Stiller's crude has-been actor buddy.

In addition to his film career, Hoffman has been recognized for his work in theater. He has twice been nominated for a Tony Award: as Best Actor (Play) in 2000 for a revival of Sam Shepard's True West, and for Best Actor (Featured Role - Play) in 2003 for a revival of Eugene O'Neill's Long Day's Journey into Night. Hoffman has also distinguished himself as a director with off-Broadway projects such as Rebecca Gilman's The Glory of Living, and Stephen Adly Guirgis's Jesus Hopped the A Train and The Last Days of Judas Iscariot. Hoffman is co-artistic director of New York City's LAByrinth Theater Company, along with actor John Ortiz.

In 2005, Hoffman won widespread acclaim for his portrayal of writer Truman Capote in the film Capote. His performance received numerous high-profile accolades and awards, including the Academy Award for Best Actor, the Golden Globe Award for Best Actor - Motion Picture Drama, the Screen Actors Guild Award for Best Actor - Motion Picture, and the BAFTA Award for Best Actor in a Leading Role. In addition, he was also awarded Best Actor by at least 10 film critic associations, including the National Board of Review, Toronto Film Critics, and Los Angeles Film Critics.

Most recently, Hoffman has appeared as the primary antagonist in Mission: Impossible III, starring opposite Tom Cruise. Hoffman is rumored as being considered for the role of The Penguin in the upcoming sequel to Batman Begins.

Ah, Thanks, Raggedy, for the great photo's. I recall having seen Hoffman before, but our Try has given us the background, it seems. Did not like Mission Impossible with Tom Cruise, so I cannot recall Hoffman in that role, folks.

You know, listeners, I simply cannot find things on google. I don't know what has happened. It has become a "give me your money site."

I do recall a few of the following lyrics:

I left my hat in Haiti,
In some forgotten flat in Haiti,
I don't know how that it got there,
I only know it was so very hot there.

And if you go to Haiti,
Then there's a girl I know in Haiti
(something....)
She's wearing a blue felt fedora.

Perhaps someone can fill in the rest.

Up on the white veranda
She wears a necktie and a Panama hat.
Her passport shows a face
From another time and place
She looks nothin' like that.
And all the remnants of her recent past
Are scattered in the wild wind.
She walks across the marble floor
Where a voice from the gambling room is callin' her to come on in.
She smiles, walks the other way
As the last ship sails and the moon fades away
From Black Diamond Bay.

As the mornin' light breaks open, the Greek comes down
And he asks for a rope and a pen that will write.
"Pardon, monsieur," the desk clerk says,
Carefully removes his fez,
"Am I hearin' you right?"
And as the yellow fog is liftin'
The Greek is quickly headin' for the second floor.
She passes him on the spiral staircase
Thinkin' he's the Soviet Ambassador,
She starts to speak, but he walks away
As the storm clouds rise and the palm branches sway
On Black Diamond Bay.

A soldier sits beneath the fan
Doin' business with a tiny man who sells him a ring.
Lightning strikes, the lights blow out.
The desk clerk wakes and begins to shout,
"Can you see anything?"
Then the Greek appears on the second floor
In his bare feet with a rope around his neck,
While a loser in the gambling room lights up a candle,
Says, "Open up another deck."
But the dealer says, "Attendez-vous, s'il vous plait,''
As the rain beats down and the cranes fly away
From Black Diamond Bay.

The desk clerk heard the woman laugh
As he looked around the aftermath and the soldier got tough.
He tried to grab the woman's hand,
Said, "Here's a ring, it cost a grand."
She said, "That ain't enough."
Then she ran upstairs to pack her bags
While a horse-drawn taxi waited at the curb.
She passed the door that the Greek had locked,
Where a handwritten sign read, "Do Not Disturb."
She knocked upon it anyway
As the sun went down and the music did play
On Black Diamond Bay.

"I've got to talk to someone quick!"
But the Greek said, "Go away," and he kicked the chair to the floor.
He hung there from the chandelier.
She cried, "Help, there's danger near
Please open up the door!"
Then the volcano erupted
And the lava flowed down from the mountain high above.
The soldier and the tiny man were crouched in the corner
Thinking of forbidden love.
But the desk clerk said, "It happens every day,"
As the stars fell down and the fields burned away
On Black Diamond Bay.

As the island slowly sank
The loser finally broke the bank in the gambling room.
The dealer said, "It's too late now.
You can take your money, but I don't know how
You'll spend it in the tomb."
The tiny man bit the soldier's ear
As the floor caved in and the boiler in the basement blew,
While she's out on the balcony, where a stranger tells her,
"My darling, je vous aime beaucoup."
She sheds a tear and then begins to pray
As the fire burns on and the smoke drifts away
From Black Diamond Bay.

I was sittin' home alone one night in L.A.,
Watchin' old Cronkite on the seven o'clock news.
It seems there was an earthquake that
Left nothin' but a Panama hat
And a pair of old Greek shoes.
Didn't seem like much was happenin',
So I turned it off and went to grab another beer.
Seems like every time you turn around
There's another hard-luck story that you're gonna hear
And there's really nothin' anyone can say
And I never did plan to go anyway
To Black Diamond Bay.

Thanks, dys, for that unusual song that seemed to reflect several cultures. Not familiar with it, however.

Time for a station break:

This is cyber space, WA2K radio.

and talking of cyberspace,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, these guys fit right in, nice & tight



Flash - Ah - Saviour of the universe
Flash - Ah - He'll save ev'ry one of us
Seemingly there is no reason for these
Extraordinary intergalactical upsets (ha ha ha)
What's happening Flash?
Only Dr Hans Zarkov formerly at N A S A
Has provided any explanation
Flash - Ah - He's a miracle
This mornings unprecedented solar eclipse
Is no cause for alarm
Flash - Ah - King of the impossible
He's for ev'ry one of us
Stand for ev'ry one of us
He'll save with a mighty hand
Ev'ry man ev'ry woman ev'ry child
With a mighty Flash
General Kaka Flash Gordon approaching
What do you mean Flash Gordon approaching?
Open fire all weapons
Dispatch war rocket Ajax to bring back his body

Flash - Ah
Gordon's alive
Flash - Ah - He'll save ev'ry one of us
Just a man with a man's courage
He knows nothing but a man
But he can never fail
No one but the pure in heart
May find the golden grail oh oh oh oh
Flash Flash I love you
But we only have fourteen hours to save the Earth


You could be Queen for a day

Welcome back, London. Interesting song, and I suppose that's a parody on all the space travel, both fictional and real.

Well, listeners, I guess we could change the theme a bit and play something by Kevin Spacey. <smile>

I happen to love this one for several reasons:

Somewhere beyond the sea
Somewhere waiting for me
My lover stands on golden sands
And watches the ships that go sailing

Somewhere beyond the sea
He's watching for me
If I could fly like birds on high
Then straight to his arms I'd go sailing
It's far beyond a star, it's near beyond the moon
I know beyond a doubt
My heart will lead me there soon

We'll meet beyond the shore
We'll kiss just as before
Happy we'll be beyond the sea
And never again I'll go sailing
Some sailing