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No, (laughing) I didn't see her in Aida. You are sooooo funny, Raggedy. Love it!

Word for today: Riant.

You know, folks, I was checking out some other things by Robert Louis Stevenson, and wondered how such a prolific writer could be so diversified. Most of his outstanding novels were of the horror genre, and when I discovered that he had written "The Body Snatcher", I went searching for one of his more gentle poems.

How many of you recall having been ill as a child, and gathering your favorite toys about you to take away the malaise.


The Land of Counterpane


When I was sick and lay a-bed,
I had two pillows at my head,
And all my toys beside me lay,
To keep me happy all the day.

And sometimes for an hour or so
I watched my leaden soldiers go,
With different uniforms and drills,
Among the bed-clothes, through the hills;

And sometimes sent my ships in fleets
All up and down among the sheets;
Or brought my trees and houses out,
And planted cities all about.

I was the giant great and still
That sits upon the pillow-hill,
And sees before him, dale and plain,
The pleasant land of counterpane.

Robert Louis Stevenson

For the long nights you lay awake
And watched for my unworthy sake:
For your most comfortable hand
That led me through the uneven land:
For all the story-books you read:
For all the pains you comforted:

For all you pitied, all you bore,
In sad and happy days of yore:--
My second Mother, my first Wife,
The angel of my infant life--
From the sick child, now well and old,
Take, nurse, the little book you hold!

And grant it, Heaven, that all who read
May find as dear a nurse at need,
And every child who lists my rhyme,
In the bright, fireside, nursery clime,
May hear it in as kind a voice
As made my childish days rejoice!

R. L. S.

Beautiful, edgar. I love his epitaph, don't you?

The Hunter Home from the Hill

On 3 December, 1894, aged just 44, Robert Louis Stevenson died suddenly at home in Vailima from a cerebral haemorrhage, not from the tuberculosis which had haunted his life. The Samoan chief Tu'imaleali'ifano said after his death:

Talofa e i lo matou Tusitala. Ua tagi le fatu ma le 'ele'ele.
Our beloved Tusitala. The stones and the earth weep.
Stevenson had asked to be buried at the top of Mount Vaea, on the Vailima estate. Local people hand-dug a road to enable the funeral procession to reach the top. He wrote his own epitaph, inscribed upon his tomb:

Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And laid me down with a will.

This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longs to be;
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.

and yet, he also said:

Away With Funeral Music
( Robert Louis Stevenson)

AWAY with funeral music - set
The pipe to powerful lips -
The cup of life's for him that drinks
And not for him that sips.

Oh, my God, Raggedy, I love that. Yes, how true; how true, honey. Pay no dirges for me, either.

Hey, folks. This is R.L.S. day. What a wonderful man and writer.

Some Roger Miller songs


One Dyin and a Buryin

Spoken)
Well, I think I finally found me a sure-fire way to forget;
It's so simple, I'm surprised I hadn't done thought of it before yet.
It's foolproof well it's foolhardy, maybe, but who knows --
Anyway, here I am, walkin' down toward where the cold, dark water flows.
All it takes is...

One dyin' and a buryin', one dyin' and a buryin'
Some cryin', six carryin' me, I wanta to be free.

(Spoken)
Oh-ho, I wanta be free, free from all this heartache and regret,
And free from pinin' for the love I can't forget.
The love that once was warm and then just somehow turned to hate,
Made my life a prison from which there's only one escape
That's...

One dyin' and a buryin', one dyin' and a buryin'
Some cryin', six carryin' me, I wanta to be free.
One dyin' and a buryin', one dyin' and a buryin'
Some cryin', six carryin' me... I wanta to be free.


Husbands and Wives

Two broken hearts lonely looking like
houses where nobody lives.
Two people each having so much pride
inside
Neither side forgives.

The angry words spoken in haste,
Such a waste of two lives,
It's my belief,
Pride is the chief cause in the decline
in the number of husbands and wives.

A woman and a man, a man and a woman;
Some can and some can't
And some can't.




You Can't Roller Skate in a Buffalo Herd

Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd
Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd
Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd
But you can be happy if you've a mind to

Ya can't take a shower in a parakeet cage
Ya can't take a shower in a parakeet cage
Ya can't take a shower in a parakeet cage
But you can be happy if you've a mind to

All ya gotta do is put your mind to it
Knuckle down, buckle down, do it, do it, do it

Well, ya can't go a-swimmin' in a baseball pool
Ya can't go swimmin' in a baseball pool
Ya can't go swimmin' in a baseball pool
But you can be happy if you've a mind to

Ya can't change film with a kid on your back
Ya can't change film with a kid on your back
Ya can't change film with a kid on your back
But you can be happy if you've a mind to

Ya can't drive around with a tiger in your car
Ya can't drive around with a tiger in your car
Ya can't drive around with a tiger in your car
But you can be happy if you've a mind to

All ya gotta do is put your mind to it
Knuckle down, buckle down do it, do it, do it

Well, ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd
Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd
Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd
But you can be happy if you've a mind to

Ya can't go fishin' in a watermelon patch
Ya can't go fishin' in a watermelon patch
Ya can't go fishin' in a watermelon patch
But you can be happy if you've a mind to

Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd
SPOKEN: "Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd"

FADE
Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd

Raggedy, edgar and Roger won't let us be romantic, will they. <smile>Love the Rollerskate song, Texas.

Okay, here comes Roger again:


Artist/Band: Miller Roger
Lyrics for Song: Dang Me
Lyrics for Album: All Time Greatest Hits

Well here I sit, gettin' ideas
Ain't nothing but a fool would live like this
Out all night and runnin' wild
Woman sittin' home with a month old child

CHORUS:
Dang me, dang me
They oughta take a rope and hang me
High from the highest tree
Woman would you weep for me.

Just sittin' around drinkin' with the rest of the guys
Six rounds bought, and I bought five
Spent the groceries and half the rent
Like fourteen dollars and twenty seven cents.

(CHORUS)

They say roses are red and violets are purple
Sugar is sweet and so is maple surple
Well I'm the seventh out of seven sons
My pappy was a pistol
I'm a son of a gun.

(CHORUS)

Mind if I change the tune, y'all? My brother's birthday will be coming up in October so I want to remember him with this:

CHRIS ISAAK Song Lyrics

South Of The Border (Down Mexico Way)
(From the album "BAJA SESSIONS")

South of the border, down Mexico way.
That's where I fell in love WHEN the
stars above NO COMMA came out to play.
And now as I WANDER, my thoughts ever
stray.
South of the border, down Mexico way.

She was a picture, in old Spanish LACE.
Just for a tender while I kissed the
smile NO COMMA upon her face.
For it was fiesta, and love had its day
(IT'S ACTUALLY ";WE WERE SO GAY,"; BUT I'M ASSUMING YOU KNOW THAT.
South of the border, down Mexico way.

Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay (Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay)
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay (Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay)

Then she sighed as she whispered manana,
never dreaming that we were parting.
And I lied as I whispered manana, for our
tomorrow never came.

South of the border, I rode back one day.
There in a veil of white by THE
candlelight, she KNELT to pray.
The mission bells told me NO COMMA that I
shouldn't stay.
South of the border, down Mexico way.

Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay (Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay)
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay (Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay)
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay (Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay)
Good bye good bye.

a song from a man who has moved on



Tea For The Tillerman

Bring tea for the Tillerman
Steak for the sun
Wine for the women who made the rain come
Seagulls sing your hearts away
'Cause while the sinners sin, the children play

Oh Lord how they play and play
For that happy day, for that happy day

Well, folks. there's our token Brit. That is definitely a different song, John. Thanks, London.

Here's another odd tea song, listeners:

It's by Jars of Clay, I think.

Tea & Sympathy


Fare thee well
Trade in all our words for tea and sympathy
Wonder why we tried, for things that could never be
Play our hearts lament, like an unrehearsed symphony

Not intend
To leave this castle full of empty rooms
Our love the captive in the tower never rescued
And all the victory songs
Seem to be playing out of tune

But it's not the way
That it has to be
Don't trade our love for tea and sympathy
'cause it's not the way
That it has to be

You begin
And all your words fall to the floor and break like china cups
And the waitress grabs a broom and tries to sweep them up
I reach for my tea and slowly drink in

Chorus:

'cause it's not the way
That it has to be
Don't trade our love for tea and sympathy
'cause it's not the way
That it has to be
Don't trade our love for tea and sympathy

So fare thee well
Words the bag of leaves that fill my head
I could taste the bitterness and call the waitress instead
She holds the answer, smiles and asks one teaspoon or two

[chorus x 2]

Don't trade us for tea and sympathy
Don't trade us for tea and sympathy
We can work it out
Don't trade us for tea and sympathy
Don't trade us for tea and sympathy
We can work it out
Don't trade us for tea and sympathy
We can work it out

Anybody know what day it is…

Someday I'll Be Saturday Night
Bon Jovi Lyrics

Hey, man Im alive Im takin each day and night at a time
Im feelin like a monday but someday Ill be saturday night

Hey, my name is jim, where did I go wrong
My lifes a bargain basement, all the good hits gone
I just cant hold a job, where do I belong
Im sleeping in my car, my dreams move on

My name is billy jean, my love was bought and sold
Im only sixteen, I feel a hundred years old
My foster daddy went, took my innocence away
The street life aint much better, but at least I get paid

And tuesday just might go my way
It cant get worse than yesterday
Thursdays, fridays aint been kind
But somehow Ill survive

Hey man Im alive Im takin each day and night at a time
Yeah Im down, but I know Ill get by
Hey hey hey hey, man gotta live my life
Like I aint got nothin but this roll of the dice
Im feelin like a monday, but someday Ill be saturday night

Now I cant say my name, and tell you where I am
I want to roll myself away, dont know if I can

I wish that I could be in some other time and place
With someone elses soul, someone elses face

Oh, tuesday just might go my way
It cant get worse than yesterday
Thursdays, fridays aint been kind
But somehow Ill survive

Hey, man Im alive Im takin each day and night at a time
Yeah Im down, but I know Ill get by
Hey hey hey hey, man gotta live my life
Im gonna pick up all the pieces and whats left of my pride
Im feelin like a monday, but someday Ill be saturday night

Saturday night here we go
Some day Ill be saturday night
Ill be back on my feet, Ill be doin alright
It may not be tomorrow baby, thats ok
I aint goin down, gonna find a way, hey hey hey

Hey man Im alive Im takin each day and night at a time
Yeah, Im down, but I know Ill get by
Hey hey hey hey, man, gotta live my life
Like I aint got nothin but this roll of the dice
Im feelin like a monday, but someday Ill be saturday night
Im feelin like a monday, but someday Ill be saturday night
Saturday night __________,all right, all right
Saturday night

Hey, Try. It's good to see you back again, bargain basement or no. <smile> Then there are those who say......

Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week
'Cause that's the night that my sweetie and I
Used to dance cheek to cheek
I don't mind Sunday night at all
'Cause that's the night friends come to call
And Monday to Friday go fast
And another week is past

But Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week
I sing the song that I sang for the memories I usually seek
Until I hear you at the door
Until you're in my arms once more
Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week

mmmm... Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week
I sing the song that I sang for the memories I usually seek
Until I hear you at the door
Until you're in my arms once more
Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week

Until I hear you at the door
Until you're in my arms once more
Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week

Old Blue Eyes, of course.

I think it was…

Summer Of '69
Bryan Adams Lyrics

I got my first real six-string
Bought it at the five-and-dime
Played it til my fingers bled
It was the summer of '69

Me and some guys from school
Had a band and we tried real hard
Jimmy quit and Jody got married
I shoulda known we'd never get far

Oh when I look back now
That summer seemed to last forever
And if I had the choice
Ya - I'd always wanna be there
Those were the best days of my life

Ain't no use in complainin'
When you got a job to do
Spent my evenin's down at the drive-in
And that's when I met you

Standin' on your Mama's porch
You told me that you'd wait forever
Oh and when you held my hand
I knew that it was now or never
Those were the best days of my life
Back in the summer of '69

Man we were killin' time
We were young and restless
We needed to unwind
I guess nothin' can last forever - forever, no

And now the times are changin'
Look at everything that's come and gone
Sometimes when I play that old six-string
I think about ya wonder what went wrong

Standin' on your Mama's porch
You told me it would last forever
Oh the way you held my hand
I knew that it was now or never
Those were the best days of my life
Back in the summer of '69

Ah, Try. That is a winsome type song, buddy. Remembering a beautifu melody, folks. Can you tell me who this song was written for?

Roberta Flack

Song: Killing Me Softly With His Song


Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly
With his song...

ooooo....

I heard he sang a good song
I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him and listen for awhile
And there he was this young boy
A stranger to my eyes...

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly
With his song...

I felt all flushed with fever
Embarrassed by the crowd
I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud
I pray that he would finish
But he just kept right on...

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly
With his song...

He sang as if he knew me
In all my dark despair
And then he looked right through me as if I was not there
And he just kept on singing,
Singing clear and strong...

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly
With his song...

oooooo....la la la la la la.....ooooooooooo...la la laaaaa.la la la laaaaa

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly
With his song...

He was strumming my pain
Yeah he was singing my life
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song...

Letty, yesterday we had a moving memorial service in the Australia Zoo, Queensland, in honour of Steve Irwin (The Crocodile Man) a truly great Australian. Many dignitaries were present including the Prime Minister of Australia who praised his contribution to this country. One of his fans is our well known Country & Western singer John Williams who brought the crowd to tears when he sang this typical Aussie ballad called "True Blue" and one of the Crocodile man's favourites. I thought you might like to hear it.

Hey True Blue, don't say you've gone
Say you've knocked off for a smoko
And you'll be back later on
Hey true blue, Hey True Blue

Give it to me straight, face to face
Are you really disappearing
Just another dy-ying race
Hey True Blue

True Blue, is it me and you
Is it Mum and Dad, is it a cockatoo
Is it standin' by your mate whe he's in a fight
Or just Vegemite
True-ue-ue Blue, I'm asking you

Hey True Blue, can you bear the load
Will you tie it up with wire
Just to keep the show on the road
Hey True Blue
Hey True Blue, now be Fair Dinkum

Is your heart still there
If they sell us out like sponge cake
Do you rea-eally care
Hey True Blue

True Blue, is it me and you
Is it Mum and Dad, is it the cockatoo
Is it standing by you mate when sh'e in a fight
Or just Vegemite
True-ue-ue Blue, I'm a-asking you...

True Blue, is it me and you
Is it Mum and Dad, is it a cockatoo
Is it standin' by your mate when he's in a fight
Or just Vegemite
True-ue-ue Blue, True-ue-ue Blue

Good morning, WA2K listeners and contributors.

First let me say to our Dutchy, that I am delighted that he is back with us, and that all is well. Hey, buddy. That is a fitting tribute to a fantastic guy. The lyrics are perfect, Auzzie, and I can imagine how solemn the occasion must have been for all of you in Australia. Thank you for sharing the ceremony with us, my friend.

Well, folks, first coffee, then some more coffee. <smile>

Shadows are falling and I've been here all day
It's too hot to sleep time is running away
Feel like my soul has turned into steel
I've still got the scars that the sun didn't heal
There's not even room enough to be anywhere
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there

Well my sense of humanity has gone down the drain
Behind every beautiful thing there's been some kind of pain
She wrote me a letter and she wrote it so kind
She put down in writing what was in her mind
I just don't see why I should even care
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there

Well, I've been to London and I've been to gay Paree
I've followed the river and I got to the sea
I've been down on the bottom of a world full of lies
I ain't looking for nothing in anyone's eyes
Sometimes my burden seems more than I can bear
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there

I was born here and I'll die here against my will
I know it looks like I'm moving, but I'm standing still
Every nerve in my body is so vacant and numb
I can't even remember what it was I came here to get away from
Don't even hear a murmur of a prayer
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.

Hey, dys. Those lyrics sound familiar, but I can't quite remember who did that song. Was Willie ever in London town or gay Paree? Glad you weren't with him when he got caught with all that pot.

From another cowboy via Greece.

Cowboy Troy

Lyrics for Song: El Tejano
Lyrics for Album: Loco Motive

Escuchen a la musica, the beat is groovin ya
Groovin with the record in secreto y la publica
It the Cowboy with the fresh genre
The groove kinda smooth, make it wanna stick on ya
Comin outta Dallas, puro eastside
Listen to this song as you'e rollin in your ride
Bumpin up the street in your clean Impala
Suckers get mad, make Im wanna holla
I the one who preferred when you'e makin your selection
The verbal disinfectant just to guard against infection
I servin everybody with a lyrical feast
I not John Travolta but I slicker than grease
On the floor that the janitor just quit moppin
Maintain focus so there ain no stoppin Stay unified everybody hick-hoppin
And like whipped cream I gonna be chart toppin

Chorus:
Uh-huh, aw yeah, hit you with the beat that l straighten your hair
Orale a mis carnales, puro tejano cowboy from Dallas (repeat 2x)

Aw yeah El Tejano no chavala
Esta cancion esta garantizada
The Texican is gonna flex again
Gonna put that rhyme in your chest again
Am I representin (True that!!)
(Come on Troy, do that!!)
All up in your area, people sayin (who's that!)
Pongan atencion por este tipo de cancion
Y todas los ratones no tienen corazon
You try to say es imposible
Believe me for sheezy es increible
No comprendes tu no entiendes
You try to understand it but you cannot defend this!

(Repeat Chorus)