WA2K Radio is now on the air

Isn't that a marvelous song, Dutchy. Thank you for keeping our little radio on the air, Aussie.

We love the exchanges between forums, folks. I hope our Raggedy is all right.

Letty: Did you perhaps miss my contribution today?

Did I miss your photo's, Raggedy? My Gawd, girl. I must mind my P's and Q's. Hmmm. Alway wondered where that expression came from. Just glad to know that you are okay, PA.

I'll go back through the transcripts and take a leak, er PEEK.

Actuall, all, my equipment has been faulty today.

Marvelous pictures as usual, Raggedy. There's Bob, and Raquel, and Freddie.

Well, this one is for our resident photographer, Raggedy. We've heard of a fox on the run, now here is a..............

Man On The Prowl

Freddy Mercury (Queen)


I'm gonna take a little walk on the wild side
I'm gonna loosen up and get me some gas
I'm gonna get me some action,

go crazy driving is the fast lane
My baby left me alone
She done me dirty and I'm feeling so lonely
So come home, come home
If you don't you're gonna break my heart

Man on the prowl, you'd better watch out
I'm on the loose and I'm looking for trouble
So look out (yeah, yeah) - look out (yeah, yeah)
I'm a man on the prowl

I don't wanna be a rock'n'roll steady
I just wanna be low down trash
I wanna go to the movies, all I wanna do is sit on my ass
So honey come home (come home, come home)
Don't leave me when I'm feeling so lonely
Come home (yeah, yeah) - come home (yeah, yeah)
If you don't you're gonna break my heart

Man on the prowl, You'd better watch out
I'm on the loose and I'm looking for trouble
So look out (yeah, yeah) - look out (yeah, yeah)
Because I'm a man on the prowl

Well I keep dreaming about my baby
But it ain't gonna get me nowhere
I'm gonna teach my baby dancing
But I ain't no Fred Astaire

So baby look out - I'm a man on the prowl
Look out - man on the prowl - yeah!
Baby, baby, baby look out - man on the prowl

So baby come home
I'm on the loose and I'm looking for trouble
Baby come home - oh yeah!
Because I'm a man on the prowl
So honey come home - come home
Because I'm a man on the prowl - yeah!
Man on the prowl

WATCH OUT, PA.

This just in from the news room (in order to mess with Letty's head). Realjohnboy from her old stomping ground in the red clay of central Virginia is making his 2500th post on A2K since joining as member 173 on 1 December 2002. This is 2500. 90%, nay 95% of them have been drivel but there are a few I am really proud of. Some of the chats with Cavfanciier, some of the Gothboy stories and some comments on the political threads.
I don't post here because I don't follow music much. But I do read, I mean listen, to WA2K everyday.

we had some real fun on the literary threads where we continued the on going story of no one.

Wowsers. 2500. Get that man a beer.

Good morning, WA2K listeners and contributors.

Nice to see our Virginia John back with us. Hey, buddy. You don't have to know music or lyrics to participate. edgar and Raggedy have great discussions on books, movies, etc. Dys is always happy to answer any questions that our listeners may have about famous villains.

Everyone has his own style on our little radio.

How about a good morning song. Talk about gothic, John.


The Cult Breathe lyrics


I don't wanna be myself
Yeah, baby, I just wanna run
You gotta breathe, you bastard, breathe
Whoa yeah, breathe, you bastard, breathe
Straight into the sun, oh
Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero
Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego
Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero
Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego
I shot the sun
This tear of God
I shot the sun, baby
I don't wanna be myself
Well, baby, I just wanna run, oh
You gotta breathe, you bastard, breathe
Whoa yeah, breathe, you bastard, breathe
Straight into the sun
Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero
Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego
Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero
Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego
I shot the sun, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This tear of God, this tear of God
I shot the sun, baby, oh
This tear of God
A fact of life for all to see
That every heart's a part of me
A fact of life for all to see
That every heart's a part of me
Whoa, whoa yeah, yeah, whoa yeah
Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero
Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego
Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero
Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego
Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero
Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego
Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero
Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego
And I shot the sun
And I shot the sun
And I shot the sun, baby
And I shot the sun, oh yeah
Breathe you bastard, breathe
Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero
Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego

I guess the FCC won't fine us over that one word, folks. <smile>

A hint about edgar's pending birthday later this month: Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I reach this age?

edgar. How wonderful. I am so glad you made that announcement here on our cyber radio. Of course we will, Texas:

When i get older losing my hair,
Many years from now.
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine.
If i'd been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door,
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When i'm sixty-four.
You'll be older too,
And it you say the word,
I could stay with you.
I could be handy, mending a fuse
When your lights have gone.
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday mornings go for a ride,
Doing the garden, digging the weeds,
Who could ask for more.
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When i'm sixty-four.
Every summer we can rent a cottage,
In the isle of wight, if it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera chuck & dave
Send me a postcard, drop me a line,
Stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, wasting away
Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When i'm sixty-four.

Good morning WA2K.

Edgar's going to have a birthday this month. Tell us the day, Edgar, and please send WA2K a picture for the gallery.
Remember what anonymous said: "A birthday is just the first day of another 365-day journey around the sun. Enjoy the trip."

And today's birthday gallery: Roger Waters (Pink Floyd); Swoosie Kurtz; Jane Curtin and Rosie Perez

Good morning, Raggedy. Once again, a great collage of celebs. Thanks, PA. Unfortunately, your PD only recognizes one, but for Roger, a poem:


James Joyce


All day I hear the noise of waters
Making moan,
Sad as the sea-bird is when, going
Forth alone,
He hears the winds cry to the water's
Monotone.

The grey winds, the cold winds are blowing
Where I go.
I hear the noise of many waters
Far below.
All day, all night, I hear them flowing
To and fro.

Dropping in to say a hello to Miss Letty. Hope all is fine with you and the radio is getting on fine too.

Well, my goodness, listeners. There's Miss India. Where have you been teensy weensy spider?

My opportunity to tell you folks a personal anecdote.(not antidote. )

A couple of days ago, I watched a very small spider get a wasp in its web. That spider was soooooo small, I could barely see it. The wasp struggled for a while then extricated itself from the gossamer. It staggered about; flew for a bit, then died.

Speaking of webs, listeners:

Katherine Harris wins GOP nomination
AP - 2 hours, 28 minutes ago
MIAMI - Rep. Katherine Harris, who as secretary of state oversaw Florida's 2000 recount that gave George Bush the presidency, easily won the Republican nomination to challenge Sen. Bill Nelson (news, bio, voting record), shrugging off critics who derided her campaign as spectacularly inept. "Tonight I say to Bill Nelson: Come home, Bill. Enough is enough," Harris said Tuesday.

"Oh, what a tangled "one" we weave, when first we practice to deceive."

Dedicated to Bella Dea.

Come back baby
Come back to me yeah
And you will see yeah
How I've changed
`Cause you're the only love that I ever had
You're the only love that I ever had
Come back to me

Come back baby
I did you wrong yeah
And this is the song I sing
I hope will bring you back to me
`Cause you're the only love that I ever knew
You're the only love that I ever knew
Come back come back

Come back baby
Come back and treat me right
Come back baby
Come on back, I'll hold you tight

Come back baby
Come back I'll treat you right
Come back baby
Come on back
Come back and hold me tight

Come back baby
Everything's gonna be fine right now
It's gonna be fine right now
It's gonna be fine right now
`Cause you're the only love that I ever had
Yeah you're coming back and I'm so glad
You're coming back to me

Whew, this one is for WA2K Radio

Come Back by Bon Jovi


Tell me whatever happened to the radio?
Do they still play the songs you wanna hear on the stereo?
Do you still like the bands you liked a year ago? Would you still like me if we wouldn't be on the radio
Like me, if we were on the radio, like me, or are they just played out?
Tell me, whatever happened to the radio?
Do they still play the songs you wanna hear on the stereo?
Do you still like the bands you liked a year ago?
Would you still like me if we wouldn't be on the radio?
Like me if we were on the radio, like me or are they just played out now?
Tell me, Tell me, whatever happened to the Radio?
Tell me, Tell me whatever happened to the Radio?

Re: Mind your P's and Q's

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Posted by Margo on February 23, 2001
In Reply to: Re: Mind your P's and Q's posted by ESC on July 21, 2000

The origin is English, although I am unsure of the date. In English taverns when the gents would get hot under the collar after tossing back a few, the barkeep would admonish them to "Mind their p's and q's" -- pints and quarts, the serving sizes of ale.
In other words, let the argument go and get back to their drinks.

What happened to Bella, spidergal? Nice song, incidentally, Miss India.

As for the radio, dear:


I heard you on the wireless back in Fifty Two
Lying awake intent at tuning in on you.
If I was young it didn't stop you coming through.

Oh-a oh

They took the credit for your second symphony.
Rewritten by machine and new technology,
and now I understand the problems you can see.

Oh-a oh

I met your children
Oh-a oh

What did you tell them?
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.

Pictures came and broke your heart.
Oh-a-a-a oh

And now we meet in an abandoned studio.
We hear the playback and it seems so long ago.
And you remember the jingles used to go.

Oh-a oh

You were the first one.
Oh-a oh

You were the last one.

Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone to far
Oh-a-aho oh,
Oh-a-aho oh

Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.

In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone to far.
Pictures came and broke your heart, put the blame on VTR.

You are a radio star.
You are a radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.

Video killed the radio star. (You are a radio star.)


Performed by
Buggles

Oops, missed our hawkman. I thought that was correct, Bob, but I wasn't certain. Glad to see you again. Did I miss your bio's as I did Raggedy yesterday?