WA2K Radio is now on the air

Tis was a false alarm. All is calm, all is bright, round yon vir er gin....

Thank goodness, C.I. I did hear there was a small quake in S. California.

Speaking of gin. It's happy hour here in Florida.

Oops. Not supposed to talk about intoxicating beverages on the radio.

While I drink a cup o kindness, you are invited to Noddy's birthday party.

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Signing off for the moment.

Just got back from the big WA2K celebritity golf tournament and found a note on my desk that says "We want to know why you hate Piffka?" signed a lot of hot minded individuals.

First, let me be clear. I do not hate Piffka.

Second, well, there is no second.


Joe ( ) Nation


Somebody please play a song. Anything by Dylan or Leonard Cohen.

g'nite

and for Joe,


Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Whatever colors you have in your mind
I'll show them to you and you'll see them shine

Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile
Until the break of day, let me see you make him smile
His clothes are dirty but his hands are clean
And you're the best thing that he's ever seen

Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile
Why wait any longer for the world to begin
You can have your cake and eat it too
Why wait any longer for the one you love
When he's standing in front of you

Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead
I long to see you in the morning light
I long to reach for you in the night
Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead



Copyright © 1969 Big Sky Music


Sleep well, Joe. We know that you hold no animosity for anyone, nor do any of us. We are all just looking.................................................

and for Joe


One by one, the guests arrive
The guests are coming through
The open-hearted many
The broken-hearted few

And no one knows where the night is going
And no one knows why the wine is flowing
Oh love I need you
I need you
I need you
I need you
Oh . . . I need you now

And those who dance, begin to dance
Those who weep begin
And "Welcome, welcome" cries a voice
"Let all my guests come in."

And no one knows where the night is going ...

And all go stumbling through that house
in lonely secrecy
Saying "Do reveal yourself"
or "Why has thou forsaken me?"

And no one knows where the night is going ...

All at once the torches flare
The inner door flies open
One by one they enter there
In every style of passion

And no one knows where the night is going ...

And here they take their sweet repast
While house and grounds dissolve
And one by one the guests are cast
Beyond the garden wall

And no one knows where the night is going ...

Those who dance, begin to dance
Those who weep begin
Those who earnestly are lost
Are lost and lost again

And no one knows where the night is going ...

One by the guests arrive
The guests are coming through
The broken-hearted many
The open-hearted few

And no one knows where the night is going ...

Leonard Cohen, The Guests

Yes, need, dys. It's always need, and thereby hangs the success or failure of radioland.

From where I look, I see, the song that is still in me.

Video killed the radio song?

I don't think so.

I'm looking for a forum for my original poem. I'll submit it here.

om.

omigod, that poem is following me everywhere.... I've seen it before in my mind but it's not mine, it's part of my mind but maybe I just need a vacation.

Lola, what a nice surprise.

WA2K radio is always glad to HEAR poetry. Yours is particularly fascinating.

All mixed up with Lewis and looking glasses and Freud and pills of enhancement and entrancement.

Stay and relay. We know you for a lovely and caring woman.

Goodnight.

Who left the bongo drums in Control Room A? Oh, it must have been Blatham, who was accompanying Lola during her poetry reading. Well, leave them there. You never can tell who will need them next.

Eva, Do you know something the rest of us don't about Blatham? Please share.

[size=7](You should ask him yourself. Or ask Lola.)[/size]

Gonna turn off the radio, control nothing remotely
Ain't gonna rent me no video, disconnect the telephone
I gotta be all alone, and just think about you

I can smell your warm neck, I can hear your low laugh
I see the way you come to me, feel the muscle in your strong back
I get the good blues when I think about you

I'm a-working on a' up-link, I'm sending out a signal
Hope you can pick it up on your sweet receiver
Hope you can feel me too when I think about you

and I'm gonna think a long time
gonna think a long time
and I'm gonna think a long time
think a long time

When I build my little cabin with a sky window above the bed
So I can sleep with Orion in the middle of the winter
Maybe you will visit me, we can cook a slow soup

Gonna ease down easy deeper in the dream I'm dreamin'
It's like your arms are around me, like sinking in a hot bath
even when I'm sleeping, I'm gonna think about you

Gonna turn off the radio, control nothing remotely
Ain't gonna rent me no video, disconnect the telephone
I gotta be all alone, and just think about you
greg brown

I think the cowboy needs a bubble bath. Come on in, the water's just right.....

what do the dead say?
does the soldier's tongue blather of honor?
does the child's lips ask for her heart back?
does the old man ask for water.
does freedom ring in the ears of the dead?
does the despot beg for mercy?
to the dead it doesn't matter,
what do the dead say?
nothing.
a poem by Dyslexia, 2003

That's a lovely poem, Dys.........I remember seeing it before, thanks for the reminder......very well done, ......now, go for the bubble bath.

Bongos? In my ears and in my heart and in my..........

Eva.....you naughty woman!

I know! Lola could be the counteractant to Dr. Laura Schlesinger!!! Think of the possibilities!

I m'self would like to apply for the heretofore little known position of reporter for architecture//landscape architecture/urban design/landscape art projects, worldwide, from time to time, as the world turns, with Perry Mason... no, no, with Osso.








(creds supplied with a self addressed swamped envelope and a check to my local bank account).

The possibilities are absolutely endless........what an excellent idea! I've always wanted to counteract "Dr." Laura, she's such a faker.

From one reporter to another.......let's have a sip of wine and celebrate.

For my girls, Osso and Lola...taking in a little libation...

CELEBRATION
by: Kool and the Gang

YAHOO! 2x - (Its a Celebration)
Celebrate good times
come on ! - Let's celebrate
Celebrate good times
come on ! - Let's celebrate


There's a party going on right here a celebration
to last troughout the years.
So bring your good times and your laughter too
we're gonna celebrate your party with you
Come on now (Celebration)
let's all celebrate and have a good time.
(Celebration)
We go celebrate and have a good time.

It's time to come together, it's up to you
What's your pleasure, (Everyone around the world come on!)
YAHOO! 2x (it's a celebration.)


YAHOO! 2x - (Its a Celebration)
Celebrate good times
come on ! - Let's celebrate
Celebrate good times
come on ! - Let's celebrate

We're gonna have a good time tonight, let's celebrate
it's alright, we're gonna have a good time tonight
let's celebrate, it's alright...baby (Celebration)
we're gonna have a good time tonight, let's celebrate
it's alright, (Celebration)We're gonna have a good time tonight
let's celebrate, it's alright.

YAHOO! 2X
CHORUS (Lets Celebrate)(Its a Celebration)
YAHOO! 2x - (Its a Celebration)
Celebrate good times
come on ! - Let's celebrate
Celebrate good times
come on ! - Let's celebrate

YAHOO! 2x - (Its a Celebration)
Celebrate good times
come on ! - Let's celebrate
Celebrate good times
come on ! - Let's celebrate


Come on and celebrate - tonight
'cause everything's gonna be
alright. Let's celebrate

Tonight this hothouse flower is offering a haberdashery of hits, in my mind anyway...We're playing hardrock, hip hop and some hindi delights.
But first, a little Cohen as sung by the late Jeff Buckly.

Hallelujah
Now I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew her
She tied you
To a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

You say I took the name in vain
I don't even know the name
But if I did, well really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light
In every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though
It all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah