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Good afternoon all. Do you think it will last…
You Never Can Tell
Status Quo

It was a teenage wedding and the old folks wished them well
You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle
And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell
C'est la vie, say the old folk, it goes to show you never can tell

They furnished off an apartment with two rooms by themselves
The coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale
But when Pierre found work the little money coming worked out well
C'est la vie, say the old folk, it goes to show you never can tell

They had a hi-fi phono, boy did they let it blast
Seven hundred little records, all rockin' rhythm and jazz
But when the sun went down, the rapid tempo of the music fell
C'est la vie say the old folk, it goes to show you never can tell

They bought a souped-up jitney, 'twas a cherry red '53
They drove it down to Orleans to celebrate their anniversary
It was there where Pierre was wedded to the lovely Mademoiselle
C'est la vie say the old folk, it goes to show you never can tell

It was a teenage wedding and the old folks wished them well
You could see that Pierre did truly love the Mademoiselle
And now the young Monsieur and Madame have rung the chapel bell
C'est la vie say the old folk, it goes to show you never can tell

My word, Try. Is that all old folks ever say? Neat song, buddy. Well, that's life, I guess.

Here's what Billy Joel has to say about life:


Got a call from an old friend
We used to be real close
Said he couldn't go on the American way
Closed the shop, sold the house
Bought a ticket to the West Coast
Now he gives them a stand-up routine in L.A.
CHORUS
I don't need you to worry for me cause I'm alright
I don't want you to tell me it's time to come home
I don't care what you say anymore, this is my life
Go ahead with your own life, and leave me alone
I never said you had to offer me a second chance
I never said I was a victim of circumstance
I still belong, don't get me wrong
And you can speak your mind
But not on my time
They will tell you you can't sleep alone
In a strange place
Then they'll tell you you can't sleep
With somebody else
But sooner or later you sleep
In your own space
Either way it's okay
You wake up with yourself.

talk talk had this to say about life

Life's What You Make It
Talk Talk

Baby,
life's what you make it
Can't escape it

Baby,
yesterday's favourite
Don't you hate it

(Everything's All RIght)
life's what you make it
(Everything's All RIght)

Baby,
life's what you make it
Don't backdate it

Baby,
Don't try to shade it
Beauty is naked

(Everything's all right)
life's what you make it
(Everything's all right)
Life's What You Make It


(Instrumental)


Baby,
life's what you make it
Celebrate it
Anticipate it
Yesterday's faded
Nothing can change it
Life's what you make it

(Everything's all right)
life's what you make it
(Everything's all right)
Life's What You Make It
(Everything's all right)
yeah yeah
(Everything's all right)

and here's a nice song from DCFC

The New Year
Death Cab For Cutie

so this is the new year.
and i don't feel any different.
the clanking of crystal
explosions off in the distance (in the distance).

so this is the new year
and I have no resolutions
for self assigned penance
for problems with easy solutions

so everybody put your best suit or dress on
let's make believe that we are wealthy for just this once
lighting firecrackers off on the front lawn
as thirty dialogues bleed into one

i wish the world was flat like the old days
then i could travel just by folding a map
no more airplanes, or speedtrains, or freeways
there'd be no distance that can hold us back.

there'd be no distance that could hold us back (x2)

so this is the new year (x4)

Death Cab for Cutie, dj? Amazing, Canada. You do have a mystique, dear.

Let's take a look, folks, at a really old life form of music:

Written during Egypt's New Kingdom (1539-1075 B.C.) but likely composed much earlier, these songs are surprisingly direct about love and romance in ancient Egypt, using metaphors, repetition, and other poetic techniques familiar to poetry readers today.

The Flower Song (Excerpt)

To hear your voice is pomegranate wine to me:
I draw life from hearing it.
Could I see you with every glance,
It would be better for me
Than to eat or to drink.

So I said…

When You Walk In The Room
Status Quo

I can feel a new expression on my face
I can feel a glowing sensation taking place
I can hear the guitars playing lovely tunes
Every time that you walk in the room

I close my eyes for a second and pretend it's me you want
Meanwhile I try to act so nonchalant
I feel the summer's night with a magic moon
Every time that you walk in the room

Baby it's a dream come true
Standing right alongside of you
Wish I could how you how much I care
But I only have the nerve to stare

I can feel there's something pounding in my brain
Just anytime that someone speaks your name
Trumpets sound and I hear thunder boom
Every time that you
Every time that you
Every time that you walk in the room

Walk in the room
Walk in the room
Walk in the room

Don't you love the way our Try makes conversation out of great songs, folks?

Well, let's continue then.

The he asked:

If I were a carpenter
and you were a lady,
Would you marry me anyway?
Would you have my baby?
If a tinker were my trade
would you still find me,
carrin' the pots I made,
followin' behind me.
Save my love through loneliness,
Save my love for sorrow,
I'm given you my onliness,
Come give your tomorrow.
If I worked my hands in wood,
Would you still love me?
Answer me babe, Yes I would,
I'll put you above me.
If I were a miller
at a mill wheel grinding,
would you miss your color box,
and your soft shoe shining?
If I were a carpenter
and you were a lady,
Would you marry me anyway?
Would you have my baby?
Would you marry anyway?
Would you have my baby?

Urge For Going
(This song moved me when first heard as a kid in the mid-60s and still does now. I love reciting it aloud for its sheer poetry.)

Urge for Going (lyrics by Joni Mitchell...sung by her and Tom Rush ...sep hits)

I woke up today and found snow perched on the ground
It hovered in a frozen sky and gobbled summer down
So when the leaves were trembling
Frozen trees were standing in a lonely row

I get the urge for going but I never seem to go
And I get the urge for going when the meadow grass is turning brown
And summertime is falling down and winter's moving in

I had a love in summertime with summer-colored skin
And not another one in town my darling's heart could win
But when the sky turned traitor cold
And bully winds did rub their noses in the snow

She got the urge for going and I had to let her go
And she got the urge for going when the meadow grass was turning brown
Summertime was falling down and winter's moving in

The warriors of winter gave a cold triumphant shout
Now all that dies is staying and all that lives is getting out
See the geese in chevron flight
Flurrying and flapping through the naked sky

They got the urge for going
They've got the wings to fly
They get the urge for going when the meadow grass is turning brown
And summertime is falling down and winter's moving in

I'll ply the fire with kindling and pull the blankets to my chin
I'll lock the vagrant winter out and bolt my wandering in
I'd like to call back summertime
And ask her just to stay another month or so

But she got the urge for going
I guess she'll have to go
And she got the urge for going when the meadow grass was turning brown
Summertime is falling down and winter's moving in
And she got the urge for going when the meadow grass was turning brown
All my empires are fallen down and winter's moving in

Angels Flying Too Close To The Ground
Willie Nelson


'F you had not a-fallen
Then i would not have found you
Angels flying too close to the ground.

And i patched up your broken wing
An' hung around a wire
Keep your spirits up and your fever down.

I knew someday
That you would fly away
For love's the greatest ally to be found.

So leave me if you need to
I will still remember
Angels flying too close to the ground.

So fly on
Fly on past the speed of sound
I'd rather see you up than see you down.

So leave me if you need to
I will still remember
Angels flying too close to the ground.

So leave me if you need to
I will still remember
Angels flying too close to the ground ...

Ragman, Welcome to our little radio station, buddy. You're are right. That song reads like poetry, and I especially like this stanza:

The warriors of winter gave a cold triumphant shout
Now all that dies is staying and all that lives is getting out
See the geese in chevron flight
Flurrying and flapping through the naked sky.



Time for me to sleep. Goodnight.

From Letty with love.

RICKIE LEE JONES lyrics - "The Last Chance Texaco"
{big hugs, letty,. thanks}

Here's a different styling so put your ears close to the speakers and close your eyes ...

Picture times where road warriors rigs climb long ribboned streams and stretches of highway...


RICKIE LEE JONES lyrics - "The Last Chance Texaco"

A long stretch of headlights
Bends into I-9
Tiptoe into truck stops
And sleepy diesel eyes
Volcanoes rumble in the taxi
And glow in the dark
Camels in the driver's seat
A slow, easy mark

But you ran out of gas
Down the road a piece
Then the battery went dead
And now the cable won't reach...

It's your last chance
To check under the hood
Last chance
She ain't soundin' too good,
Your last chance
To trust the man with the star
You've found the last chance Texaco

Well, he tried to be Standard
He tries to be Mobil
He tried living in a world
And in a shell
There was this block-busted blonde
He loved her - free parts and labor
But she broke down and died
And threw all the rods he gave her

But this one ain't fuel-injected
Her plug's disconnected
She gets scared and she stalls
She just needs a man, that's all

It's her last chance
Her timing's all wrong
Her last chance
She can't idle this long
Her last chance
Turn her over and go
Pullin' out of the last chance texaco
The last chance

Sweet dreams, Letty.

Edgar, I hope you're still here.

I thought you'd find it amusing that I was just thinking of "Angel Flying To Close To The Ground". I love Willie's guitar on that one. But I do hope that "he didn't hang around a wire, but hung around awhile, instead. And that love is the greatest "healer" of them all.

I knew that line was wrong, and I intended to change it, but forgot and hit the submit button too soon. Lots of websites post lyrics with wrong lines, and I try to remember to catch them, just can't always.

a goovy oldie for the people still up by Mr. Neil Diamond:

Baby loves me, yes, yes she does
Ah, the girl's outta sight, yeah
Says she loves me, yes, yes she does
Mmm, gonna show me tonight, yeah

Hey, she got the way to move me,
Cherry
(She got the way to groove me)
Cherry, baby
She got the way to move me
(She got the way to groove me)
All right

Tell your mama, girl, I can't stay long
We got things we gotta catch up on
Mmm, you know
You know what I'm sayin'
Can't stand still while the music is playin'
All right

Y'ain't got no right, no, no you don't
Ah, to be so exciting
Won't need bright lights, no, no we won't
Gonna make our own lightning

Hey, she got the way to move me
Cherry
(She got the way to groove me)
Cherry, baby
She got the way to move me
(She got the way to groove me)

No, we won't tell a soul where we gone to
Girl, we do whatever we want to
Ah, I love the way that you do me
Cherry, babe, you really get to me

Hey, she got the way to move me,
Cherry
(She got the way to groove me)
Cherry, baby
She got the way to move me
(She got the way to groove me)
Cherry....

Lloyd Nolan
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Lloyd Nolan (August 11, 1902 - September 27, 1985) was an American film and television actor.

Born in San Francisco, California, he mainly played doctors and police officers in many movie roles.

Although many critics hailed his acting ability and it was generally acknowledged that he never gave a bad performance, Nolan was relegated to "B" movies -- programmers -- for the most part. Yet even so, he costarred with such actresses as Mae West, Dorothy McGuire, and the former Metropolitan Opera soprano, Gladys Swarthout. Under contract to Paramount and 20th Century Fox studios, he assayed starring roles in the late 30s and early-to-mid 40s and appeared as the lead character of the "Michael Shayne" detective series.

The majority of his films comprised light entertainment with an emphasis on action. However, his conscientious, nuanced, and sober acting was appreciated by those who deigned not only to seek out his movies but also to discern his talent.

His most famous films in which he starred or was prominently featured include the following: "Atlantic Adventure," costarring Nancy Carroll; "Ebb Tide"; "Wells Fargo"; "Every Day's A Holiday," starring Mae West; "Bataan"; and "A Tree Grows in Brooklyn," with Dorothy McGuire and James Dunn.

He subsequently contributed many solid and key character parts in numerous other films.

Later in his career, he performed on stage and TV to great acclaim in "The Caine Mutiny Court Martial," as well as in the pioneering TV series, Julia, starring Diahann Carroll.

He died of lung cancer in Los Angeles, California, aged 83.

Alex Haley
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Alex Haley Born: August 11, 1921
Ithaca, New York
Died: February 10, 1992


Alexander Palmer Haley (August 11, 1921 - February 10, 1992) was an American writer. He is best known for the The Autobiography of Malcolm X, which he ghostwrote, and his book Roots: The Saga of an American Family.


Life

Born in Ithaca, New York, Haley grew up in the South in an African American family also mixed with Irish and Cherokee ancestry. Haley's father Simon was a professor of agriculture who had also served in World War I. Haley always spoke proudly of his father and the incredible obstacles of racism he had overcome. On May 24, 1939 Haley began his 20-year service with the Coast Guard.

He enlisted as a Seaman and then became a third class Petty Officer in the rate of Mess Attendant, one of the few enlisted designators open to African Americans at that time. It was during his service in the Pacific theater of operations that Haley taught himself the craft of writing stories. He talked of how the greatest enemy he and his crew faced during their long sea voyages wasn't the Japanese but boredom. He collected many rejection slips over an eight-year period before his first story was bought.

After World War II, Haley was able to petition the Coast Guard to allow him to transfer into the field of journalism, and by 1949 he had become a First Class Petty Officer in the rate of Journalist. He later advanced to the rank of Chief Petty Officer and held this grade until his retirement from the Coast Guard in 1959.


Alex Haley served in the US Coast Guard for 20 years.Alex Haley's awards and decorations from the Coast Guard include the American Defense Service Medal (w/"Sea" clasp), American Campaign Medal, Asiatic-Pacific Campaign Medal, European-African-Middle Eastern Campaign Medal, World War II Victory Medal, Coast Guard Good Conduct Medal (w/1 silver and 1 bronze service star), Korean Service Medal, National Defense Service Medal, United Nations Service Medal, and the Coast Guard Expert Marksmanship Medal. In 1999, the U.S. Coast Guard honored Haley by naming the cutter Alex Haley after him.

Haley was also posthumously awarded the Korean War Service Medal ten years after his death. This award, created in 1999, did not exist during Haley's lifetime.

After the retirement he became a senior editor for Reader's Digest.

Haley conducted the first Playboy Interview for Playboy Magazine. The interview, with jazz legend Miles Davis, appeared in the September 1962 issue. In the interview, Davis candidly spoke about his thoughts and feelings on racism and it was that interview that set the tone for what would become a significant part of the magazine. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.'s Playboy Interview with Haley was the longest he ever granted to any publication. Throughout the 1960s, Haley was responsible for some of the magazine's most notable interviews, including an interview with American Nazi Party leader George Lincoln Rockwell, who agreed to meet with Haley only after Haley, in a phone conversation, assured him that he was not Jewish. Haley exhibited remarkable calm and professionalism, despite the handgun Rockwell kept on the table throughout the interview. Haley also interviewed Cassius Clay, who spoke about changing his name to Muhammad Ali. Other interviews include Jack Ruby's defense attorney Melvin Belli, Sammy Davis, Jr., Jim Brown, Johnny Carson, and Quincy Jones. He completed a memoir of Malcolm X for Playboy six months before his death in February 1992. The memoir was published in the July 1992 issue of the magazine.

One of Haley's most famous interviews was a 1963 interview with Malcolm X for Playboy, which led to collaboration on the activist's autobiography. Haley later ghostwrote The Autobiography of Malcolm X, based on interviews conducted shortly before Malcolm's death (and with an epilogue). The book was published in 1965 and was a huge success, being later named by Time magazine one of the ten most important nonfiction books of the 20th century.

In 1976 Haley published Roots: The Saga of an American Family, a fictionalized account of his family's history, starting with the story of Kunta Kinte, kidnapped in Gambia in 1767 to be sold as a slave in the United States. This work involved ten years of research, intercontinental travel and writing. Haley went to the village of Juffure where Kunta Kinte grew up, which was still in existence, and listened to a tribal historian tell the story of Kinte's capture. He was also able to trace records of the ship, The Lord Ligonier, which carried his ancestor to America.

Haley said the most emotional moment of his life was on September 29, 1967 when he stood at the site in Annapolis, Maryland where his Kinte had arrived 200 years before. Roots was eventually published in 37 languages, won the Pulitzer Prize and went on to become a popular television miniseries in 1977. The book and film were both successful, reaching a record-breaking 130 million viewers when it was serialized on television. Roots emphasized that African Americans have a long history and that not all of that history is lost, as many believed. Its popularity sparked an increased public interest in genealogy, as well.

In the late 1980s, Haley began working on a second historical novel based on another branch of his family, traced through his grandmother Queen - the daughter of a black slave woman and her white master. Haley died in Seattle, Washington of a heart attack before he could complete the story; at his request, it was finished by David Stevens and was published as Alex Haley's Queen. It was subsequently made into a movie in 1993.

Alex Haley Playboy Interview Scholarship

The Playboy Foundation established a scholarship in Alex Haley's name at the University of Tennessee, where he served as an adjunct professor in the College of Communications. The scholarship provides an annual stipend of $5,000 and includes a paid summer internship at the editorial offices of Playboy in New York City where the intern will work with the top editors of the magazine and gain experience in all areas of the editorial process, including the opportunity to have some of their work published. Each year the scholarship/internship is awarded to one full-time undergraduate upperclassman or master's degree student in the journalism program who has demonstrated academic achievement, professional promise, and financial need. The internship offers students a major first step towards breaking into the magazine industry.

Plagiarism controversy

Alex Haley researched Roots for ten years; the Roots TV series adaptation aired in 1977. The same year, Haley won a Pulitzer Prize for the book and the Spingarn Medal as well. Haley's fame was marred by plagiarism charges in 1978; after a trial, Haley settled out-of-court for $650,000, having admitted that he copied large passages of Roots from The African by Harold Courlander. In 1988 Margaret Walker also sued him, claiming Roots violated the copyright for her novel Jubilee. Her case was dismissed by the court.

Haley's work is controversial for other reasons. He has been accused of fictionalizing true stories in both his book Roots and The Autobiography Of Malcolm X. Malcolm X's family and members of The Nation of Islam accused Haley of changing selected parts of his story.

Arlene Dahl
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Arlene Dahl (born August 11, 1923) is an American movie starlet who was most famous during the 1950s.

Dahl was born in Minneapolis, Minnesota and is of Norwegian descent. After graduating from high school, she held various jobs, including performing in a local drama group and briefly working as a model for department stores. She began her acting career in 1947, at the age of 24. Her acting career gradually picked up steam, and she reached the peak of her popularity and success in the 1950s. Some of her best films include: Reign of Terror (1949), Three Little Words (1950), Woman's World (1954), Slightly Scarlet (1956), and Journey to the Center of the Earth (1959).

Dahl met actor Lex Barker in the early 1950s, and in 1952, Dahl and Barker wed. A few years later she and Barker divorced, and Dahl would go on to marry another matinee idol, Fernando Lamas. In 1958 Dahl and Lamas had their only son, Lorenzo Lamas (who also grew up to become an actor). Shortly after giving birth to her son, Dahl slowed and eventually ended her career as an actress, although she still appeared in movies and on television occasionally. Dahl would go on to work as a beauty columnist and as a writer. She also founded her own business, Arlene Dahl Enterprises, which marketed lingerie and cosmetics.

Dahl and Lamas divorced in 1960, and Dahl later remarried. She has had two children from other marriages.

The last movie she appeared in was the 1991 film Night of the Warrior, starring her son, Lorenzo. Before that, the last movie she had appeared in had been in the 1960s.

Dahl had a relationship with John F. Kennedy before both she and Kennedy were married.

She posed seminude for Playboy magazine in December 1962.

Credit Cards




Be sure & cancel your credit cards before you die.

This is so priceless, and so easy to see happening, customer service being what it is today.

A lady died this past January, and Citibank billed her for February & March for their annual service charges on her credit card, and then added late fees & interest on the monthly charge. The balance had been $0.00, now it's somewhere around $60.00.

A family member placed a call to Citibank:

Family Member: "I'm calling to tell you that she died in January."

Citibank: "The account was never closed and the late fees & charges still apply."

Family Member: "Maybe you should turn it over to collections."

Citibank: "Since it is two months past due, it already has been."

Family Member: So, what will they do when they find out she is dead?"

Citibank: "Either report her account to the frauds division or report her to the credit bureau; maybe both!"

Family Member: "Do you think God will be mad at her?"

Citibank: "Excuse me?"

Family Member: "Did you just get what I was telling you . . . The part about her being dead?"

Citibank: "Sir, you'll have to speak to my supervisor"

Supervisor gets on the phone.

Family Member: "I'm calling to tell you, she died in January."

Citibank: "The account was never closed and the late fees & charges still apply."

Family Member: "You mean you want to collect from her estate?"

Citibank: (Stammer) "Are you her lawyer?"

Family Member: "No, I'm her great nephew." (Lawyer info given)

Citibank: "Could you fax us a certificate of death?"

Family Member: "Sure." (the fax number is given)

After they get the fax ...

Citibank: "Our system just isn't setup for death. I don't know what more I can do to help."

Family Member: "Well, if you figure it out, great! If not, you could just keep billing her. I don't think she will care."

Citibank: "Well, the late fees & charges do still apply."

Family Member: "Would you like her new billing address?"

Citibank: "That might help."

Family Member: "Odessa Memorial Cemetery, Highway 129, Plot Number 69."

Citibank: "Sir, that's a cemetery!"

Family Member: "What do you do with dead people on your planet?"




What fun it is dealing with "customer service"

Good morning, WA2K listeners and contributors.

Wow! What great songs and info exchanges, y'all. It will take a bit of doing to get awake and review all the transcripts.

Coffee--coffee--coffee.

Morn Letty,

I hope you rested well.
BTW, can you review with me what is appropriate for entry here? Are celeb bios part of what gets posted too?