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Well, folks, and here is our Miss India. What a delight to see three countries represented today on WA2K. That is a very interesting song, spidergal. I am not a bit surprised that one considers some sports to be sacred. <smile>

How about an answer from Kinks:

The Midday Sun lyrics: Kinks

(Sung by The Tramp)
I'm sitting by the side of a river
Underneath the pale blue sky
I've got no need to worry, I'm in no hurry
I'm looking at the world go by.
Just sitting in the midday sun,
Just soaking up that currant bun,
With no particular purpose or reason
Sitting in the midday sun.
Everybody say I'm lazy
They all tell me get a job you slob,
I'd rather be a hobo walking round with nothing
Than a rich man scared of losing all he's got.
So I'm just sitting in the midday sun
Just soaking up that currant bun,
Why should I have to give my reasons
For sitting in the midday sun
Oh look at all the ladies
Looking their best in their summer dresses,
Oh sitting in the sun.
I've got no home,
I've got no money
But who needs a job when it's sunny. Wah Wah.
I haven't got a steady occupation
And I can't afford a telephone.
I haven't got a stereo, radio or video
A mortgage, overdraft, a bank loan.
The only way that I can get my fun
Is by sitting in the midday sun
With no particular purpose or reason
Sitting in the midday sun.
Oh listen to the people,
Say I'm a failure and I've got nothing,
Ah but if they would only see
I've got my pride,
I've got no money,
But who needs a job when it's sunny. Wah Wah.
Everybody thinks I'm crazy,
And everybody says I'm dumb,
But when I see the people shouting at each other
I'd rather be an out of work bum.
So I'm just sitting in the midday sun
Just soaking up that currant bun,
With no particular purpose or reason
Sitting in the midday sun.

from kinks to kings

Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let...fifty cents.
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but..two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road.

Third boxcar, midnight train
Destination...Bangor, Maine.
Old worn out clothes and shoes,
I don't pay no union dues,
I smoke old stogies I have found
Short, but not too big around
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road.

I know every engineer on every train
All of their children, and all of their names
And every handout in every town
And every lock that ain't locked
When no one's around.

I sing,
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road.

Ah, Mr. Turtle. Roger Miller. Thanks, m.d. Just glad it's not a kinky song.

How about "kings don't mean a thing."



Love laughs at a king, kings don't mean a thing on the street of dreams
Dreams broken in two can be made like new on the street of dreams

Gold, silver and gold
All you can hold's up there on a moonbeam
Poor, there ain't nobody poor
Long as love is sure on the street of dreams

(instrumental)

All the gold, silver and gold
All you can hold's up there on a moonbeam
Poor, nobody's poor
Long as love is sure on the street of dreams

a somber companion piece by the extraordinary Joni Mitchell:

I had a king in a tenement castle
Lately he's taken to painting the pastel walls brown
He's taken the curtains down
He's swept with the broom of contempt
And the rooms have an empty ring
He's cleaned with the tears
Of an actor who fears for the laughter's sting-

[Chorus:]
I can't go back there anymore
You know my keys won't fit the door
You know my thoughts don't fit the man
They never can they never can

I had a king dressed in drip-dry and paisley
Lately he's taken to saying I'm crazy and blind
He lives in another time
Ladies in gingham still blush
While he sings them of wars and wine
But I in my leather and lace
I can never become that kind -

[Chorus]

I had a king in a salt-rusted carriage
Who carried me off to his country for marriage too soon
Beware of the power of moons
There's no one to blame
No there's no one to name as a traitor here
The king's on the road
And the queen's in the grove till the end of the year-

[Chorus]

Wow! Turtleman. That is a somber song. Eerie as well, m.d. What does it mean, I wonder.

and, listeners, a poem of the same somberness from another Joan:

Joan of Arc

Now the flames they followed Joan of Arc
as she came riding through the dark;
no moon to keep her armour bright,
no man to get her through this very smoky night.
She said, "I'm tired of the war,
I want the kind of work I had before,
a wedding dress or something white
to wear upon my swollen appetite."

"Well, I'm glad to hear you talk this way,
you know I've watched you riding every day
and something in me yearns to win
such a cold and lonesome heroine."
"And who are you?" she sternly spoke
to the one beneath the smoke.
"Why, I'm fire," he replied,
"And I love your solitude, I love your pride."

"Then fire, make your body cold,
I'm going to give you mine to hold,"
saying this she climbed inside
to be his one, to be his only bride.
And deep into his fiery heart
he took the dust of Joan of Arc,
and high above the wedding guests
he hung the ashes of her wedding dress.

It was deep into his fiery heart
he took the dust of Joan of Arc,
and then she clearly understood
if he was fire, oh then she must be wood.
I saw her wince, I saw her cry,
I saw the glory in her eye.
Myself I long for love and light,
but must it come so cruel, and oh so bright?

-- Leonard Cohen

William Clark
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William Clark (August 1, 1770 - September 1, 1838) was a Scottish-American explorer who accompanied Meriwether Lewis on the Lewis and Clark Expedition. He was the youngest brother of Revolutionary War figure George Rogers Clark.

Born in Caroline County, Virginia, Clark moved with his family to Louisville, Kentucky in 1785. After his brother George joined the army, William Clark followed, and participated in several local militia campaigns. He was commissioned a lieutenant in the regular army in 1792, and was assigned to Anthony Wayne's Legion of the United States, where he served a four-year tour and participated in the Battle of Fallen Timbers. Also during this period, one of the men briefly under his command was Meriwether Lewis.

Clark left the army in 1796, spending time at his estate in Louisville and traveling from time to time. In 1803 he was asked by Lewis to share command of the newly-formed Corps of Discovery. Clark spent three years on the expedition, and although technically subordinate to Lewis in rank, exercised equal authority at Lewis's insistence. He concentrated chiefly on the drawing of maps, the management of the expedition's supplies, and the identification of native flora and fauna, and after returning in 1806 spent a great deal of time consolidating the information collected.

Clark was appointed a brigadier general of the militia and made superintendent of Indian affairs in the Louisiana Territory in 1807. He set up his headquarters for this in St. Louis, Missouri. When the Missouri Territory was formed in 1813 Clark was appointed governor. During the War of 1812 he led several campaigns, and established the first post in what is now Wisconsin.

After the war Clark returned to the administration of Indian affairs, employing various diplomatic and military measures in response to several uprisings in the area, such as the Black Hawk War. He also worked as a surveyor. His years as superintendent for Indian Affairs were very important. Clark's decisions on a daily basis as Indian Superintendent had an impact on individual lives far greater than his explorations. His region of influence in the 1830's was immense.

Clark married Julia Hancock on January 5, 1808 and had five children with her: Meriwether Lewis Clark named after his good friend Meriwether Lewis (1774-1809), William Preston Clark (1811-1840), Mary Margaret Clark (1814-1821), George Rogers Hancock Clark (1816-1858), and John Julius Clark (1818-1831). After Julia's death in 1820 he married her first cousin Harriet Kennerly Radford and had three children with her: Jefferson Kearny Clark (1824-1900), Edmund Clark (1826-1827) and Harriet Clark (dates unknown died as child). His second wife Harriet died in 1831.

Clark died in St. Louis and was buried in Bellefontaine Cemetery, where a 35-foot gray granite obelisk was erected to mark his grave. Although his family had established endowments to maintain the site, by the late 20th century the grave site had fallen into disrepair. His descendants raised $100,000 to rehabilitate the obelisk, and celebrated the rededication with a ceremony May 21, 2004, on the bicentennial of the start of his famous expedition. The ceremony was attended by the largest gathering of his descendants, re-enactors in period dress, and leaders from the Osage Nation, and the Lemhi band of the Shoshone Native American people.

Clark was also a member of the fraternal organization known as the Freemasons. Unfortunately the records of his initiation do not exist, but on Sept. 18, 1809, Saint Louis Lodge No. 111 issued a traveling certificate for Clark [1].

The western American plant genus Clarkia (in the Evening primrose family Onagraceae), is named after him, as is the Western cutthroat trout (Oncorhynchus clarki). Several states have named a county in his honor: Arkansas, Idaho, Missouri, Montana, and Washington. He also has a star on the St. Louis Walk of Fame.

Francis Scott Key
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Francis Scott Key (August 1, 1779 - January 11, 1843) was an American lawyer and amateur poet who wrote the words to the United States national anthem, "The Star-Spangled Banner".

Life

He was born to Ann Louis Penn Dagworthy (Charlton) and Capt John Ross Key at the family plantation Terra Rubra near Keymar, Maryland. He was an alumnus of St. John's College, Annapolis, Maryland.

During the War of 1812, Key, accompanied by the American Prisoner Exchange Agent Col. John Stuart Skinner, dined aboard the British ship HMS Tonnant, as the guests of Vice Adm. Cochrane, RAdm. Sir George Cockburn and Major General Robert Ross. They were there to negotiate the release of a prisoner, Dr. William Beanes. A resident of Upper Marlboro, Maryland, Beanes had been captured by the British after he placed rowdy stragglers under citizen's arrest. Skinner, Key and Beanes were allowed to return to their own sloop, but were not allowed to return to Baltimore because they had become familiar with the strength and position of the British units and of the British intention to attack Baltimore. As a result of this, Key was unable to do anything but watch the bombarding of Ft. McHenry during the Battle of Baltimore, and was inspired to write a poem describing the experience. Entitled "The Defence of Fort McHenry", intended to fit the rhythms of composer John Stafford Smith's "To Anacreon in Heaven", it has become better known as "The Star Spangled Banner". Under this name, the song was adopted as the American national anthem by a Congressional resolution in 1931, signed by President Herbert Hoover.

In 1832, Key served as the attorney for Sam Houston during his trial in the US House of Representatives for assaulting another Congressman [1].

In 1835 Key prosecuted Richard Lawrence for his unsuccessful attempt to assassinate President of the United States Andrew Jackson.

Key was a distant cousin and the namesake of F. Scott Fitzgerald whose full name was Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald. His direct descendants include geneticist Thomas Mark Morgan, guitarist Dana Key, and the American fashion designer and socialite Pauline de Rothschild.

Monuments and memorials

The Howard family vault at Saint Paul's Cemetery, Baltimore, Maryland.Key died at the home of his daughter Elizabeth Howard in Baltimore from pleurisy and was initially interred in Old Saint Paul's Cemetery in the vault of John Eager Howard. He was later, in 1866, moved to his family plot in Frederick at Mount Olivet Cemetery. The Key Monument Association erected a memorial in 1898 and the remains of both Francis Scott Key and his wife Mary were placed in a crypt in the base of the monument.

The Francis Scott Key Bridge between the Rosslyn section of Arlington County, Virginia, and Georgetown in Washington, D.C., and the Francis Scott Key Bridge, part of the Baltimore Beltway crossing the outer harbor of Baltimore, Maryland, are named in his honor. Baltimore's Francis Scott Key Bridge is located at the approximate point where the British anchored to shell Fort McHenry.

Francis Scott Key was inducted into the Songwriters' Hall of Fame in 1970.

Robert Altman credited him with the "title song" of Brewster McCloud, though it contained only John Stafford Smith's instrumentals.

Richard Henry Dana, Jr.
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Richard Henry Dana Jr. (August 1, 1815 - January 6, 1882) was an American lawyer and politician, most famous for his classic book Two Years Before the Mast.

He was born into one of the first families of Cambridge, Massachusetts, grandson of Francis Dana and attended Harvard College. Having trouble with his vision after a bout of the measles, he thought a voyage might help his failing sight. Rather than going on a Grand Tour of Europe, in 1834 he left Harvard to enlist as a common sailor on a voyage around Cape Horn to the then-remote (and owned by Mexico) California. He set sail on the brig Pilgrim (180 tons, 86.5 feet long), visited a number of settlements in California (including Monterey, San Pedro, San Diego, Santa Barbara, and Santa Clara), and returned to Massachusetts two years later as a deckhand on the Indiaman Alert, after making a winter passage around Cape Horn. He set foot back in Boston in September 1836.

He kept a diary, and after the trip wrote Two Years Before the Mast based on his experiences. The term "before the mast" refers to sailor's quarters -- in the forecastle, in the front of the ship, the officers dwelling near the stern. His writing evidences his later social feeling for the oppressed.

After his sea voyage, he returned to Harvard, completing his education in 1837. He subsequently became a famous lawyer, and an expert on maritime law, many times defending common seamen. Later he became a prominent abolitionist, helping to found the anti-slavery Free Soil Party in 1848. In 1859 Dana visited Cuba while its annexation was being debated in the U.S. Senate. He visited Havana, a sugar plantation, a bullfight, and various chuches, hospitals, schools, and prisons. This trip is documented in his engaging book To Cuba and Back.

During the American Civil War, Dana served as United States District Attorney, and successfully argued before the Supreme Court that the United States Government could rightfully blockade Confederate ports. From 1867-1868 Dana was a member of the Massachusetts legislature, and also served as a U.S. counsel in the trial of Confederate President Jefferson Davis. In 1876, his nomination as ambassador to Britain was defeated in the Senate by political enemies, partly because of a lawsuit for plagiarism brought against him for a legal textbook he had edited.

Dana died of influenza in Rome, and is buried in that city's Protestant Cemetery.

His son, Richard Henry Dana III, married Edith Longfellow, daughter of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. The point and city of Dana Point, California, located on the Pacific coast about halfway between Los Angeles and San Diego, is named for him.

Herman Melville
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Born: August 1, 1819
New York City, New York, United States
Died: September 28, 1891
New York City, New York

Herman Melville (August 1, 1819 - September 28, 1891) was an American novelist, essayist and poet. During his lifetime, his early novels were popular, but his popularity declined later in his life. By the time of his death he had nearly been forgotten, but his masterpiece, Moby-Dick (which during his life was largely considered a failure, and responsible for Melville's drop in popularity at the time), was "rediscovered" in the 20th century.

Life

Herman Melville was born in New York City on August 1, 1819, as the third child to Allan and Maria Gansevoort Melvill (Maria would later add an 'e' to the surname), and received his early education in that city. One of his grandfathers, Major Thomas Melvill, participated in the Boston Tea Party. Another was General Peter Gansevoort, who was acquainted with James Fenimore Cooper and defended Fort Stanwix in 1777.

His father had described the young Melville as being somewhat slow as a child and Melville was also weakened by the scarlet fever, which permanently affected his eyesight. The family importing business went bankrupt in 1830, and the family moved to Albany, New York, with Herman entering The Albany Academy. Prior to that year, he attended Columbia Grammar and Preparatory School in Manhattan. After the death of his father in 1832, the family (with eight children) moved to the village of Lansingburgh on the Hudson River. Herman and his brother Gansevoort were forced to work to help support the family. Herman remained there until 1835, when he attended the Albany Classical School for some months.

Melville's roving disposition and a desire to support himself independently of family assistance led him to seek work as a surveyor on the Erie Canal. This effort failed, and his brother helped him get a job as a cabin boy in a New York ship bound for Liverpool. He made the voyage, visited London, and returned on the same ship. Redburn: His First Voyage, published in 1849, is partly founded on his experiences of this trip.


A good part of the succeeding three years, from 1837 to 1840, was occupied with school-teaching. At any rate, he once more signed ship's articles and on January 1, 1841, sailed from Fairhaven, Massachusetts on the whaler Acushnet, bound for the Pacific Ocean. The vessel sailed around Cape Horn and traveled to the South Pacific. Melville left very little direct information about the events of this 18 months' cruise, although his whaling romance, Moby-Dick; or, the Whale, probably gives many pictures of life on board the Acushnet. Melville decided to abandon the vessel on reaching the Marquesas Islands. He lived among the natives of the island for several weeks and the narrative of Typee and its sequel, Omoo, tell this tale. After a sojourn to the Society Islands, Melville shipped for Honolulu. He remained there four months, working as a clerk. He joined the crew of the American frigate United States, which reached Boston, stopping on the way at one of the Peruvian ports, in October of 1844. Upon his return, he recorded his experiences in the books, Typee, Omoo, Mardi, Redburn, and White-Jacket, published seriatim in the following six years. Melville married Elizabeth Shaw (daughter of noted jurist, Lemuel Shaw) on August 4, 1847. The Melvilles resided in New York City until 1850, when they purchased Arrowhead, a farm house in Pittsfield, Massachusetts (which is today a museum). Here Melville remained for thirteen years, occupied with his writing, and managing his farm. There he befriended Nathaniel Hawthorne, who lived in the area. He wrote Moby-Dick and Pierre there, works that did not achieve the same popular and critical success of his earlier books. Following scathing reviews of Pierre by critics, publishers became wary of Melville's work. His publisher, Harper's, rejected his next manuscript, The Isle of the Cross, which has been lost.

While in Pittsfield, because of financial reasons, Melville was persuaded to enter the lucrative lecture field. From 1857 to 1860, he spoke at lyceums, chiefly recounting his adventures in the South Seas. He also became a customs inspector for the City of New York, a post he held for 19 years.

After an illness that lasted several months, Melville died at his home in New York City early on the morning of September 28, 1891, age 72, in virtual obscurity. The New York Times listed his name in an obituary as "Henry Melville." He was interred in the Woodlawn Cemetery in The Bronx, New York.

In his later life, his works were no longer popular with a broad audience; he was not able to make money from writing. He depended on his wife's family for money, along with his own attempts at employment. His short novel Billy Budd, an unpublished manuscript at the time of his death (it had remained in a tin can for 30 years), was published in 1924 and later turned into an opera by Benjamin Britten, a play, and a film by Peter Ustinov.

In Herman Melville's Religious Journey, Walter Donald Kring detailed his discovery of an old document listing Melville as a former member of the Unitarian Church of All Souls. Until the advent of this revelation, little had been known of his religious leanings.

Literature

Moby-Dick has become Melville's most famous work and is often considered one of the greatest American novels. It was dedicated to Melville's friend Nathaniel Hawthorne. It did not, however, make Melville rich. The book never sold its initial printing of 3,000 copies in his lifetime and total earnings from the American edition amounted to just $556.37 from his publisher, Harper's. Melville also wrote White-Jacket, Typee, Omoo, Pierre, The Confidence-Man and many short stories and works of various genres. His short story "Bartleby the Scrivener" is among his most important pieces, and has been considered a precursor to Existentialist and Absurdist literature.

Melville's short stories The Tartarus of Maids and The Paradise of Bachelors, as well as his posthumous novella Billy Budd have been seen by some contemporary critics as anticipating key issues in the fields of gender studies and queer studies. For example, the critic Eve Sedgewick has made notable contributions to the understanding of gender and sexuality in Melville's fiction.

Likewise, Melville's 1855 short story Benito Cereno is one of the few works of 19th century American literature to confront the African Diaspora and the violent history of race relations in America.

Melville is less well known as a poet and did not publish poetry until late in life; after the Civil War, he published Battle-Pieces, which sold well. But again tending to outrun the tastes of his readers, Melville's epic length verse-narrative Clarel, about a student's pilgrimage to the Holy Land, was also quite obscure, even in his own time. This may be the longest single poem in American literature. The poem, published in 1876, had an initial printing of only 350 copies. The critic Lewis Mumford found a copy of the poem in the New York Public Library in 1925 "with its pages uncut." Essentially, it had sat there unread for 50 years.

His poetry is not as highly critically esteemed as his fiction, although some critics place him as the first modernist poet in the United States.

The Melville Revival

After the success of stories and travelogues based on voyages to the South Seas during his youth, Melville's popularity declined. In the later years of his life and during the years after his death he was recognized as only a minor figure in American literature. The publication in 1924 of Billy Budd, Raymond Weaver's biography Herman Melville: Man, Mariner and Mystic (1921), D H Lawrence's essays in Studies in Classic American Literature (1923) and Lewis Mumford's biography Herman Melville: A study of His Life and Vision (1929) began a revival in critical studies of Melville's work. This work was followed by a string of important criticism and biography, including Jay Leyda's The Melville Log: A Documentary Life of Herman Melville, 1819-1891 (1951), Leon Howard's Herman Melville: A Biography (1951) and, most notably perhaps, winner of the 1950 National Book Award for non-fiction, Herman Melville by Newton Arvin. Due to these works and the subsequent profusion of research on Melville's work he has become universally recognized as a major canonical figure. In recent years, a number of major biographies, Laurie Robertson-Lorant's Melville: A Biography (1996), Hershel Parker's Herman Melville: A Biography (1996) and most recently, Andrew Delbanco's Melville: His World and Work (2005), have corroborated Melville's status as representative figure in American literature. Today, he may be the most written-about American author.

Dom DeLuise
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Dominick "Dom" DeLuise (born August 1, 1933) is an American actor.

Biography

Early life

DeLuise was born in Brooklyn, New York to Italian American parents Vicenza and John DeLuise.

Career

DeLuise almost always appears in comedic parts, although an early appearance (in the movie Fail-Safe as a nervous enlisted soldier) showed a possible broader range. His first acting credit was as a regular performer in the television show The Entertainers in 1964. He has often co-starred with Burt Reynolds; together they starred in the film Cannonball Run. DeLuise was the host of the television show Candid Camera from 1991 to 1992. He is probably best known as a regular in Mel Brooks' films. Brooks' late wife, actress Anne Bancroft, directed Dom in Fatso (1980).

He is sometimes credited as Dom De Luise, Dom Deluise, or Dom De Luises.

Personal life

DeLuise has three sons, Peter, Michael, and David, all of whom are actors. Dom, his sons and his wife, actress Carol (to whom he has been married since 1965), occasionally appear in each others' projects.

WHAT IS IT?

Schwartzenegger has a big one

Michael J. Fox has a small one

Madonna doesn't have one

The Pope has one but doesn't use his

Mickey Mouse has an unusual one

George Burns' was hot

Jerry Seinfeld is very, very proud of his

We never saw Lucy use Desi's

What is it?

"A Last Name."

Aaaah, Bob. You should have kept us guessing.

Ah, there's our hawkman ending his bio's with a tricky one. Well, Boston Bob, I was going to say "cigar", but we all know that the pope doesn't smoke.

We know most of your celebs today, but mostly we are glad that you are okay

Ok, listeners. How about around the world with Jerry Garcia:

Been All Around This World

I started out from Memphis with two dollars and a dime,
I started out from Memphis, boys, with two dollars and a dime,
But I landed in old Hazard, boys, I did not have a shine --
Lord, I've been all around this world.
I went to work on the railroad, boys, the mud up to my knees,
I went to work on the railroad, boys, the mud up to my knees.
The boss come round to boss me, boys, I done just as I pleased --
God knows, I been all round this world.

I went up to the Midway Inn with money to shoot some dice,
I went up to the Midway Inn with money to shoot some dice.
They took from me my money, boys, I begged them for my life --
God knows, I've been all around this world.

The new railroad is finished, boys, the cars are on the track,
The new railroad is finished, boys, the cars are on the track.
My doney girl has left me, boys, I know that she won't come back --
God knows, I've been all around this world.

I went to the Blue Ridge Mountains and there'll I'll take my stand,
I went to the Blue Ridge Mountains, boys, and there I'll take my stand,
With a rifle on my shoulder, boys, and a six-shooter in my hands --
God knows, I've been all around this world.

The officers came and arrested me and they take me down to jail,
The officers came and arrested me and they take me down to jail.
They said to me, "Old fellow, now you know you're allowed no bail." --
God knows, I've been all around this world.

They take me to the court house, boys, and there I had a crowd,
They take me to the court house, boys, and there I had a crowd.
The sentence was to hang me and leave my wife and child --
God knows, I've been all around this world.

The sentence was to hang me, well I don't care if you do,
The sentence was to hang me, well I don't care if you do.
But look out boys, when you hang me, it's liable to injure you --
God knows, I've been all around this world.

Father and mother, boys, and little sister make three,
Father and mother, boys, and little sister make three,
Came weeping to the gallows, boys, and see the last of me --
God knows, I've been all around this world.

You all can sing this song, boys, when I am dead and gone,
You all can sing this song, boys, when I am dead and gone.
Just think about old Justus, boys, they sung it 'fore he was gone --
God knows, but he went all around this world.


Up on the Blue Ridge mountain, there I'll take my stand
Up on the Blue Ridge mountain, there I'll take my stand
A rifle on my shoulder, six-shooter in my hand
Lord, Lord, I've been all around this world

Lulu, my Lulu, come and open the door
Lulu, my Lulu, come and open the door
Before I have to walk on in with my old forty-four
Lord, I've been all around this world

Mama and papa, little sister makes three
Mama and papa, little sister makes three
They're coming in the morning, that's the last you'll see of me
Lord, lord, I've been all around this world

Hang me, oh hang me, so I'll be dead and gone
Hang me, oh hang me, so I'll be dead and gone
I wouldn't mind your hanging boys, but you wait in jail so long
Lord, I've been all around this world

Up on the Blue Ridge mountain, there I'll take my stand
Up on the Blue Ridge mountain, there I'll take my stand
A rifle on my shoulder, six-shooter in my hand
Lord, Lord, I've been all around this world

in honor of Mr. Melville, here's his great-great-grandnephew (not yet quite the wordsmith as his forebear)

Rock ya'all,
No stop ya'll,
To the beat ya'all,
The bodyrock ya'll,

Today is rock ya'all,
No stop ya'll,
To the beat ya'all,
The bodyrock ya'll,

We rock the party,
Rock the party,
Come on [x7]
Get down
When we're gona make you freak

[Interlude (x2):]
We rock the party,
Rock the party,
Come on
Get down
When we're gona make you freak han hun
We rock the party,
Rock the party,
Come on
Get down
When we're gona set you freak it

UhOh. I was perambulating around the hilly section and missed our Raggedy.

Great montage, as usual, PA. our turtle should appreciate Herman. <smile>

Francis Scott Key? Who's he? I did notice that among his heraldry was a Rothschild, and that reminds me of Lefite Rothschild. Really not a bad wine.

Hello. Mention Melville and up pops m.d.. I am missing all sorts of stuff today. What's a turtle doing singing a song with "y'all in it"? Rock on, Yit.

in honour of this months avatar

I Am Woman
Helen Reddy

I am woman, hear me roar
In numbers too big to ignore
And I know too much to go back an' pretend
'cause I've heard it all before
And I've been down there on the floor
No one's ever gonna keep me down again

CHORUS
Oh yes I am wise
But it's wisdom born of pain
Yes, I've paid the price
But look how much I gained
If I have to, I can do anything
I am strong (strong)
I am invincible (invincible)
I am woman

You can bend but never break me
'cause it only serves to make me
More determined to achieve my final goal
And I come back even stronger
Not a novice any longer
'cause you've deepened the conviction in my soul

CHORUS

I am woman watch me grow
See me standing toe to toe
As I spread my lovin' arms across the land
But I'm still an embryo
With a long long way to go
Until I make my brother understand

Oh yes I am wise
But it's wisdom born of pain
Yes, I've paid the price
But look how much I gained
If I have to I can face anything
I am strong (strong)
I am invincible (invincible)
I am woman
Oh, I am woman
I am invincible
I am strong

FADE
I am woman
I am invincible
I am strong
I am woman

dj, Welcome back, Helen. <smile> Hey, that's Calamity Jane's theme song, buddy. Actually, Canada, I love it. You and Reyn are quick change artists. How are those stones doing? Still rolling?

Well, let's do this for all those changers; even the money ones.



Billie Holiday
» You've Changed

Bill Carey / Carl Fischer

I've an awfully funny feelling
That this thought that's been a stealin thru my brain
Is not to be ignored
But to really tell the truth
Though I'm not a well known sleuth
I honestly believe that you are bored
You've changed

That sparkle in your eyes is gone
Your smile is just a careless yawn
You're breaking my heart
You've changed

You've changed
Your kisses now are so blase
You're bored with me in every way
I can't understand
You've changed
You've forgotten the words, "I love you"
Each memory that we've shared
You ignore every star above you
I can't realize you've ever cared
You've changed

You're not the angel I once knew
No need to tell me that we're through
It's all over now
You've changed

Good afternoon Radio land. It is time to…

Breakaway
Kelly Clarkson Lyrics

Grew up in a small town
and when the rain would fall down
I'd just stare out my window
Dreaming of what could be
And if I'd end up happy
I would pray

Trying hard to reach out
But when I'd try to speak out
Felt like no one could hear me
Wanted to belong here
But something felt so wrong here
So I'd pray
I could breakaway

I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly
I'll do what it takes till I touch the sky
I'll make a wish
Take a chance
Make a change
And breakaway
Out of the darkness and into the sun
But i won't forget all the ones that I love
I'll Take a risk
Take a chance
Make a change
And breakaway

Wanna feel the warm breeze
Sleep under a palm tree
Feel the rush of the ocean
Get aboard a fast train
Travel on a jet plane far away
And breakaway...

I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly
I'll do what it takes till I touch the sky
I'll make a wish
Take a chance
Make a change
And breakaway
Out of the darkness and into the sun
But I won't forget all the ones that I love
I gotta take a risk
Take a chance
Make a change
And breakaway

Buildings with a hundred floors
Swinging round revolving doors
Maybe I don't know where they'll take me
But I gotta keep moving on, moving on
Fly away
Breakaway

I'll spread my wings
And I'll learn how to fly,
Though it's not easy to tell you goodbye
I gotta take a risk
Take a chance
Make a change
And breakaway
Out of the darkness and into the sun
But I won't forget the place I come from
I gotta take a risk
Take a chance,
Make a change,
And breakaway...

Breakaway
Breakaway...