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My goodness, listeners, I missed Tico and Johnny and Hank. Love it, buddy.

Here's one back atcha, Kansas:

Movin' On - Hank Snow

That big eight-wheeler rollin' down the track
Means your true-lovin' daddy ain't comin' back
'Cause I'm movin' on, I'll soon be gone
You were flyin' too high, for my little old sky
So I'm movin' on

That big loud whistle as it blew and blew
Said hello to the southland, we're comin' to you
When we're movin' on, oh hear my song
You had the laugh on me, so I've set you free
And I'm movin' on

Mister fireman won't you please listen to me
'Cause I got a pretty mama in Tennessee
Keep movin' me on, keep rollin' on
So shovel the coal, let this rattler roll
And keep movin' me on

Mister Engineer, take that throttle in hand
This rattler's the fastest in the southern land
To keep movin' me on, keep rollin' on
You gonna ease my mind, put me there on time
And keep rollin' on

I've told you baby, from time to time
But you just wouldn't listen or pay me no mind
Now I'm movin' on, I'm rollin' on
You've broken your vow, and it's all over now
So I'm movin' on

You've switched your engine now I ain't got time
For a triflin' woman on my main line
Cause I'm movin on, you done your daddy wrong
I warned you twice, now you can settle the price
'Cause I'm movin on

But someday baby when you've had your play
You're gonna want your daddy but your daddy will say
Keep movin' on, you stayed away too long
I'm through with you, too bad you're blue
Keep movin' on

Good morning, WA2K listeners and contributors. Let's begin the day with a poem.

Equinox
By Yoon Ha Lee
14 March 2005

The word itself

acknowledges the tilted

balance, the

fundamental

inequality. The shapes

that move at night

outweigh the day's

clean lines and

angles; the figments

feasting on our

dreams surface

when the sun's arc

hangs suspended,

waiting, dividing

the hours into

two mismatched

halves.

Hope our hawkman makes it here today.

Bubba, a furniture dealer from Princeton, West Virginia,
decided to expand the line of furniture in His store,
so he decided to go to Paris to see what he could find
in good furrin' stuff.
After arriving in Paris, he met with some manufacturers
and selected a line that he thought would sell very well
back home in West Virginia.
To celebrate the new acquisition, he decided to visit a
small Bistro and have a glass of that French wine that
he had heard so much about.
As he sat enjoying his wine, he noticed that the small
place was quite crowded, and that the other chair at
his table was the only vacant seat in the house.
Before long, a very beautiful young Parisian girl came
to his table, asked him something in French (which he
did not understand), and motioned toward the chair.
He gestured for her to sit down.
He tried to speak to her in English, but she did not
speak his language so, after a couple of minutes of
trying to communicat e with her, he took a napkin and
drew a picture of a wine glass and showed it to her.
She nodded, and he ordered a glass of wine for her.
After sitting together at the table for a while, he
took another napkin, and drew a picture of a plate
with food on it, and she nodded.
They left the Bistro and found a quiet cafe that
featured a small group playing romantic music. They
ordered dinner, after which he took another napkin
and drew a picture of a couple dancing.
She nodded, and they got up to dance.
They danced until the cafe closed and the band was packing up.
Back at their table, the young lady took a napkin
and drew a picture of a four-poster bed.
And, to this day, Bubba has no idea how she figured
out that he was in the furniture business.

Hey, BioBob. Welcome back and thanks for the hilarious Bubba funny. I actually know where Princeton, West Virginia is. Love it!

Enjoyed your background on the celebs, Boston. I had thought that Jim Henson died of AIDS.

We will wait for our Raggedy to appear before commenting further.

Good morning WA2K.

Here they are, Letty.

Well, there's our Raggedy, folks. Love the Jim Henson muppet people, PA. I am afraid that I don't recall Anthony Newley, but I do remember the song, "What Kind of Fool Am I."

Here's a song by the goblin king in "Labyrinth". I really liked David Bowie in that one, incidently.


I saw my baby, trying hard as babe could try
What could I do
My baby's fun had gone
And left my baby blue
Nobody knew

What kind of magic spell to use
Slime and snails
Or puppy dog's tails
Thunder or lightning
Then baby said
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Put that baby spell on me
Jump magic, jump (jump magic, jump)
Jump magic, jump (jump magic, jump)
Put that magic jump on me
Slap that baby, make him free
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Jump magic, jump (jump magic, jump)
Jump magic, jump (jump magic, jump)
Put that baby spell on me (ooh)

You remind me of the baby
What baby? the baby with the power
What power? power of voodoo
Who do? you do
Do what? remind me of the baby

Dance magic, dance, ooh ooh ooh
Dance magic, dance magic, ooh ooh ooh
Dance magic

What kind of magic spell to use
Slime and snails
Or puppy dog tails
Thunder or lightning
Something frightening

Dance magic, dance
Dance magic, dance
Put that baby spell on me
Jump magic, jump
Jump magic, jump
Put that magic jump on me
Slap that baby make him free
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Jump magic, jump (jump magic, jump)
Jump magic, jump
Put that magic jump on me
Slap that baby
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Dance magic
Slap that slap that baby make him free
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)

Incidentally, listeners. I was thinking today about unsolved mysteries, and came across this unusual poem:

ARCHAEOLOGY
Brett Hursey


The first day she spends
alone at my house
I kiss her goodbye at the door,
climb into my car and think
about the Lost Colony --

the abandoned,
alone-on-your-birthday feeling
that always comes from loss ­--

the way Jamestown
lay like an unmated sock
in the Tidewater woods --
colonists trading woolen coats
for Croatan beads and buckskins,

or abducted by aliens
eager to learn the secrets
of cross-stitch and butter-churns ­--

the same aliens
who probably observe
with wonder the way
she systematically sorts through
all my possessions --
bravely spelunks under the kitchen sink,
and carefully catalogs the contents
of my medicine cabinet.

Working her way up
to photo albums and unpacked boxes
in the back of my bedroom closet,

she boldly presses forth
into my wildest bachelor regions,
blazing a trail through
an un-ironed, khaki forest

until she finally stumbles upon
Virginia Dare and the rest of the colonists
huddling around a campfire
cobbled from old love letters
and baseball cards.

The Angel
Buffy Sainte-Marie

(by Ed Freeman)
Come now and now my love
and leave your dying desert to the rain
Give up your treasuered wounds
Let go the tempting memory of the pain
Give up the vows you've taken
And you will live
And you will learn to fly again
And you will fly

And you will live my love
and see the stars regain your starless nights
And you will find your sun
And know the magic meaning
of its light
All souls will be yours to cherish
Rising falling in their earthly flight
And you will fly

And I would love my love and he would seek a refuge
in my eyes
But no resource of love
Could keep him from the fire
Where loving dies
And I would reach out my hand
as he was falling
falling to his home on high
And he would fly

Give up your treasured wounds
Let go the tempting memory
of the pain
Give up the vows you've taken
And you will live
And you will learn to fly again
And you will fly

Well, folks, I do believe that our edgar is on a Buffy binge. <smile>. Love it, Texas.

Here's one from my old stomping grounds, folks:

Artist: Wayne Newton Lyrics
Song: Danke Schoen Lyrics

Danke Schoen, darling Danke Schoen.
Thank you for all the joy and pain.
Picture shows, second balcony, was the place we'd meet, second seat, go Dutch treat, you were sweet.

Danke Schoen, darling Danke Schoen.
Thank you for walks down lovers lane.
I can see, hearts carved on a tree, letters inter-twined, for all time, yours and mine, that was fine.

Danke Schoen, darling Danke Schoen.
Thank you for funny cards from Spain.
I recall, Central Park in fall, how you tore your dress, what a mess, I confess, that's not all.

Danke Schoen, darling Danke Schoen.
Thank you for seeing me again.
Though we go, on our seperate ways, still the memory stays, for always, my heart says, Danke Schoen.

Danke Schoen, Auf Wiedersehn, Danke Schoen.

There is madness to my method.

We're all a wee bit mad, edgar. Hmmmm. folks. edgar is an inspiration today:

DIANA KRALL Song Lyrics

You Call it Madness
(From the album "ALL FOR YOU")

I can't forget the night I met you
That's all I'm dreaming of
And now you call it madness
But I call it love

You made a promise, to be faithful
By all the stars up above
Now you call it madness
But I call it love

My heart is beating, it keeps repeating
For you constantly
You're all I'm needing, so I am pleading
Please come back to me

You made a plaything out of romance
And what were you thinking of
For now you call it madness
But I call it love

Good afternoon music lovers. It was…

The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down
Joan Baez

Virgil Caine is my name and I drove on the Danville train
'til so much cavalry came and tore up the tracks again
In the winter of '65, we were hungry, just barely alive
I took the train to Richmond that fell
It was a time I remember, oh, so well

The night they drove old Dixie down
And all the bells were ringin'
The night they drove old Dixie down
And all the people were singin'
They went, "Na, na, na, na, na, na, .... "

Back with my wife in Tennessee
And one day she said to me,
"Virgil, Quick! Come see!
There goes Robert E. Lee."
Now I don't mind, I'm chopping wood
And I don't care if the money's no good
Just take what you need and leave the rest
But they should never have taken the very best

The night they drove old Dixie down
And all the bells were ringin'
The night they drove old Dixie down
And all the people were singin'
They went, "Na, na, na, na, na, na, ..... "

Like my father before me, I'm a working man
And like my brother before me, I took a rebel stand
Oh, he was just 18, proud and brave
But a yankee laid him in his grave
I swear by the blood below my feet
You can't raise a Cane back up when he's in defeat

The night they drove old Dixie down
And all the bells were ringin'
The night they drove old Dixie down
And all the people were singin'
They went, "Na, na, na, na, na, na, ..... "

Well, Try, save your confederate money, honey, cause the South's gonna rise again.



Southern Nights Just As Good Even When
Closed Your Eyes I Apologize
To Any One Who Can Truly Say
He Has Found A Better Way

Feel So Good Feel So Good It's Frightening
Wish I Could Stop This World From Fighting
La Da Da Da Da Da La Da Da Da Da Da
Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da

Mysteries Like This And Many Others
In The Trees Blow In The Night
In The Southern Skies

Southern Skies Have You Ever Noticed
Southern Skies It's Precious Beauty
Lies Just Beyond The Eye
It Goes Running Thru Your Soul Like The Stories Of Old

Old Man He And His Dog They Walk The Old Land
Every Flower Touched His Cold Hand
As He Slowly Walked By
Weeping Willows Would Cry For Joy

That's by Glen Campbell

My fav version of this is by Phil Harriss.

Are You From Dixie



Hello there stranger how do you do
there's something I'd like to say to you
You seem surprised I recognize
I'm no detective but I just surmise

You're from the place I'm longing to be
your smiling face seems to say to me
You're from my homeland my sunny homeland
tell me can it be?

Are you from Dixie I say from Dixie where the fields of cotton beckon to me
I'm glad to see you tell me I'll be you and the friend I'm longing to see
Are you from Alabama Tennessee or Caroline
Any place below the Mason Dixon Line
Are you from Dixie I say from Dixie 'cause I'm from Dixie too.

It was a way back in old '89
When first I crossed that Mason Dixon Line
Gee but again I long to return
To those good old folks I left behind

My home was way down in old Alabam'
On the plantation near Birmingham
and there's one thing certain I'm surely flirtin'
With those southbound trains

Great, edgar. Here's on by Aretha, but Al did it originally.

Rock-a-bye Your Baby With A Dixie Melody Lyrics

Rock-a-bye your baby with a Dixie melody.
When you croon, croon a tune from the heart of Dixie.
Just hang my cradle, mammy mine,
Right on that Mason Dixon line,
And swing it from Virginia
To Tennessee with all the heart that's in ya.

Weep no more, my lady.
Sing the song for me.
Soft and low, just as though
You had me on your knee.

A million baby kisses I'd gonna deliver,
The minute that you sing that Swanee River.
Rock-a-bye your rock-a-bye baby with a Dixie melody.

Weep no more, my fair lady.
Why don't you sing the song for me.
Soft and low, just as though
You had me, had me on your knee.

A million baby kisses I said, said I'm gonna deliver,
The minute that you sing that Swanee River.
Rock-a-bye your rock-a-bye baby with a Dixie melody.

A million baby kisses I'm gonna deliver,
The minute that you sing that Swanee River.
Rock-a-bye your rock-a-bye baby with a Dixie melody.

I'm going to Orlando with my daughter. Please keep our little radio on the air.

From Letty with love til later.

Orlando. Say "Hi" to Mickey for me.

With You Honey
Buffy Sainte-Marie

It's about your pouty mouth
and the way you stand
It's about your steady eyes
and your steady hands
Hey you never miss a beat
do you Honey
Hey you're just so honey sweet
Yessir Honey

Hey they say you're kinda weird
with your baggy clothes
and your heavy hair hang down
Heaven only knows
Crystal ball and pointed hat
Magic signs and things like that
Yessir Honey

It's about your honesty
innocence of Satan
It's about your perfect love
and your perfect hatin'
Ahh Honey Honey long and tall
coming like a cannon ball
What a pleasure just to fall
with you Honey Honey

It's about your magic name
thrills chills and shivers
It's about your slanty eyes
and how you do deliver
Take me to your teepee town
Rock me Honey take me down
What a pleasure just to drown
with you Honey