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Aha! Now we see Walter's picture has developed properly. Very interesting, as I have never seen a milk can that looks as that one does, listeners.

This one is a work of art:

Good morning WA2K.

Such an educational station. I had no idea that bacteria, not stress, causes ulcers. I guess that eliminates alchohol and cigarettes as being a factor, too. Awaiting more info about RNA interference.

Don McLean is a dear man. And even though I mentioned this last year, I'm going to say it again. In a bistro in my town, sitting so close to the small stage that we could reach out and touch him, Don sang "Vincent" for my daughter and "And I Love Her So" just for me. (Perry Como had a big hit with that one.) And we've loved him ever since.

and one of my other McLean favorites:

Empty Chairs (Words & music by Don McClean)

I feel the trembling tingle of a sleepless night
Creep through my fingers and the moon is bright
Beams of blue come flickering through my window pane
Like gypsy moths that dance around a candle flame

And I wonder if you know
That I never understood
That although you said you'd go
Until you did I never thought you would

Moonlight used to bathe the contours of your face
While chestnut hair fell all around the pillow case
And the fragrance of your flowers rest beneath my head
A sympathy bouquet left with the love that's dead

And I wonder if you know
That I never understood
That although you said you'd go
Until you did I never thought you would

Never thought the words you said were true
Never thought you said just what you meant
Never knew how much I needed you
Never thought you'd leave, until you went

Morning comes and morning goes with no regret
And evening brings the memories I can't forget
Empty rooms that echo as I climb the stairs
And empty clothes that drape and fall on empty chairs

And I wonder if you know
That I never understood
That although you said you'd go
Until you did I never thought you would

So Happy Birthday Don:

How I remember you best:

Raggedy, What a delightful song by Don, and as usual, PA, a perfect likeness. <smile>. Now I recall your having said that Don sang "Vincent" to your daughter.

Well, we've done it before, but let's do again:

Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.

Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.

For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life, as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.

Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will...

Good morning folks. I knew she should not have eaten the second helping of pumpkin pie. I asked, are you…

Feeling Alright
JOE COCKER Lyrics

Seems I've got to have a
change of scene
every night I have
the strangest dreams;
Imprisoned by the way it
could have been,
Left here on my own or
so it seems.
I've got to leave before I
start to scream,
But someone locked the door and
took the key.

You feelin' alright
I'm not feelin' too good myself.
Well, you feelin' alright
I'm not feelin' too good myself.

Well boy, you sure took me
for one big ride,
And even now I sit
and wonder why,
That when I think of you I
start myself to cry,
I just can't waste my time,
I must keep dry.
Gotta stop believing
in all your lies,
'Cause there's too much to do
before I die.

You feelin' alright ......

Don't get too lost
in all I say,
In a better time, you know, I really
felt that way.
But that was then; Now, you know,
it's today,
I can't get set, so I guess I'm here to stay.
'Til someone comes along and
takes my place,
With a diff'rent name, oh,
and a diff'rent face
You feeling alright ......

Try, that song is so deja vu, buddy. Lord Ellpus is ill, and hamburger has the flu, and my daughter has been ill. It's a damn plot.

Tongue in cheek song by, of all people, The Dead Milkmen. WOW, Walter!

Please let me tell you
They own our homes, they own our banks
We take out loans to buy them tanks
They own our children, they own our pets
The owned Elvis and Bernhard Goetz
They own our rugs and our flower pots
There ain't nothin' they haven't got
They own the papers and the TV's
The water works, record companies
Let me remind you
They own the talk shows
They make the rules
They own Geraldo and Donahue
They own the state, they own the church
They pick the winners on Star Search
They own the Christians, they own the Jews
They own the Moslems, Mormons, too
They put the holes in our socks
They put that snake in my mail box
From the halls of Montezuma, to the shores of Tripoli
We are all tools of the conspiracy
From the littlest baby to the biggest V.I.P.
We are all tools of the conspiracy
Run to the window, they're coming to get you
Hide in the basement, they're coming to get you
Flee to the rooftop, they're coming to get you
Don't go outside, no don't let them get you
Someone should tell you,
They own the CIA and the IRS
They tell us where to shop and how to dress
They own the workers, they own the boss
They know what's in the secret sauce
They own the drugs, they own the narcs
We all know they own Dick Clark
They own it all, they own everything
They write the songs that make the whole world sing

Axis: Bold as love
Jimi Hendrix

Anger he smiles, towering in shiny metallic purple armour
Queen jealousy, envy waits behind him
Her fiery green gown sneers at the grassy ground

Blue are the life-giving waters taken for granted,
They quietly understand
Once happy turquoise armies lay opposite ready,
But wonder why the fight is on

But theyre all bold as love, yes, theyre all bold as love
Yeah, theyre all bold as love
Just ask the axis

My red is so confident that he flashes trophies of war and
Ribbons of euphoria
Orange is young, full of daring,
But very unsteady for the first go round
My yellow in this case is not so mellow
In fact Im trying to say its frigthened like me
And all these emotions of mine keep holding me from, eh,
Giving my life to a rainbow like you

But, Im eh , yeah, Im bold as love
Yeah, yeah
Well Im bold, bold as love
Im bold as love
Just ask the axis
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Cyracuz. Welcome back, honey. What a song by Jimi, Norway. Thanks, buddy.

Did GWB say something about The Axis of Evil? What a day this is going to be.

Fear No More


Fear no more the heat o' the sun;
Nor the furious winter's rages,
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages;
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney sweepers come to dust.

Fear no more the frown of the great,
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke:
Care no more to clothe and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak:
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this, and come to dust.

Fear no more the lightning-flash,
Nor the all-dread thunder-stone;
Fear not slander, censure rash;
Thou hast finished joy and moan;
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee, and come to dust.

No exorciser harm thee!
Nor no witchcraft charm thee!
Ghost unlaid forbear thee!
Nothing ill come near thee!
Quiet consummation have;
And renowned be thy grave!

William Shakespeare

That Willie.. Blows me away every time.

The axis of evil? GWB? Bush? The axis of evil he's talking about is probably his own spine.

Yes, Cyracuz. Poets are the only liars who tell the truth, and we all know about politicians. That's our oxymoron for the day, listeners.

A weak smile, folks:

News update:

Rice: No memory of CIA warning of attack By ANNE GEARAN, AP Diplomatic Writer
21 minutes ago

SHANNON, Ireland - Secretary of State, Condoleezza Rice, said she cannot recall then- CIA chief George Tenet warning her of an impending al-Qaida attack in the United States, as a new book claims he did two months before the attacks on Sept. 11, 2001.

Perhaps she should consult Moore and Ritter.

Letty
I can't help thinking that you'd be real fun listening to on a real radion.

Well, Cyracuz. I was on a REAL radio station at one time. <smile>

They didn't call me the rapper, listeners, but they did call me....

The Juggler

Gather round friends and I'll show you what I made
Something in my bag that'll surprise you all
It's a secret, don't push, I'm not ready
Something to dazzle your eyes-o

Something to blow your mind away
Something that I made today

The first little ball is red and green
Oh it's pretty
Yes I know what you mean
I call it substance, do dio dio do
And what it will do I just don't know

But the trees may whisper and the hills may grow
While it's changing

The first and only juggler, I must be the best
I love to see the rings spin, never at rest
Up in the air and back to me
What it will do I just can't see

Something to blow your mind away
Something that I made today

The next little ball is silver and black
See it chase the first one forward and back
I call it space, do dio dio do
What it will do I just don't know

But it seems to make a difference just to have it so
While it's changing

The next little ball is too hot to hold
I have to keep tossing it and I hope it gets cold
I call it power do dio dio dio
What it will do I just don't know

But it seems to make the whole thingummywhojemyflippery rattle and go
While it's changing

Something to blow your mind away
Something that I made today

The next little ball is orange and blue
I can't juggle four so I'll toss it to you
And I call it time..

by The Incredible String Band.

Meaning, Norway, that I did several jobs at one time.

And things get stranger and stranger, folks:

Milk man kills girls at Pa. Amish school By MARK SCOLFORO, Associated Press Writer
18 minutes ago



NICKEL MINES, Pa. - A 32-year-old milk truck driver took about a dozen girls hostage in a one-room Amish schoolhouse Monday, barricaded the doors with boards and killed at least three girls and apparently himself, authorities said.


It was the nation's third deadly school shooting in less than a week, and similar to an attack just days earlier at a school in Colorado.

The rest of the story here:

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20061002/ap_on_re_us/amish_school_shooting

I hate following such a story with anything at all, but I didn't know it was there when I selected this song, so I'm posting it anyway.

Everything I Own
Bread

You sheltered me from harm
Kept me warm, kept me warm
You gave my life to me
Set me free, set me free
The finest years I ever knew
Were all the years I had with you

I would give anything I own
Give up me life, my heart, my home
I would give everything I own
Just to have you back again

You taught me how to love
What its of, what its of
You never said too much
But still you showed the way
And I knew from watching you
Nobody else could ever know
The part of me that can't let go

I would give anything I own
Give up me life, my heart, my home
I would give everything I own
Just to have you back again

Is there someone you know
You're loving them so
But taking them all for granted
You may lose them one day
Someone takes them away
And they don't hear the words you long to say

I would give anything I own
Give up me life, my heart, my home
I would give everything I own
Just to have you back again

Dear Mrs. Roosevelt

Dear Mrs. Roosevelt, don't hang your head and cry;
His mortal clay is laid away, but his good work fills the sky;
This world was lucky to see him born.

He's born in a money family on that Hudson's rocky shore;
Outrun every kid a-growin' up 'round Hyde Park just for fun;
This world was lucky to see him born.

He went away to grade school and wrote back to his folks;
He drew such funny pictures and always pulling a joke;
This world was lucky to see him born.

He went on up towards Harvard, he read his books of law;
He loved his trees and horses, loved everything he saw;
This world was lucky to see him born.

He got struck down by fever and it settled in his leg;
He loved the folks that wished him well as everybody did;
This world was lucky to see him born.

He took his office on a crippled leg, he said to one and all:
"You money changin' racket boys have sure 'nuff got to fall;"
This world was lucky to see him born,

In senate walls and congress halls he used his gift of tongue
To get you thieves and liars told and put you on the run;
This world was lucky to see him born,

I voted for him for lots o' times, I'd vote his name again;
He tried to find an honest job for every idle man;
This world was lucky to see him born,

He helped to build my union hall, he learned me how to talk;
I could see he was a cripple but he learned my soul to walk;
This world was lucky to see him born.

You Nazis and you fascists tried to boss this world by hate;
He fought my war the union way and the hate gang all got beat;
This world was lucky to see him born.

I sent him 'cross that ocean to Yalta and to Tehran;
He didn't like Churchill very much and told him man to man;
This world was lucky to see him born.

I was torpedoed on my merchant ship the day he took command;
He was hated by my captain, but loved by all ships hands;
This world was lucky to see him born.

I was a Gl in my army camp that day he passed away,
And over my shoulder talkin' I could hear some soldier say:
"This world was lucky to see him born."

I guess this world was lucky just to see him born;
I know this world was lucky just to see him born;
This world was lucky to see him born.


Woody Guthrie

LICENSE TO KILL

Words and Music by Bob Dylan

Man thinks 'cause he rules the earth he can do with it as he please
And if things don't change soon, he will.
Oh, man has invented his doom,
First step was touching the moon.

Now, there's a woman on my block,
She just sit there as the night grows still.
She say who gonna take away his license to kill?

Now, they take him and they teach him and they groom him for life
And they set him on a path where he's bound to get ill,
Then they bury him with stars,
Sell his body like they do used cars.

Now, there's a woman on my block,
She just sit there facin' the hill.
She say who gonna take away his license to kill?

Now, he's hell-bent for destruction, he's afraid and confused,
And his brain has been mismanaged with great skill.
All he believes are his eyes
And his eyes, they just tell him lies.

But there's a woman on my block,
Sitting there in a cold chill.
She say who gonna take away his license to kill?

Ya may be a noisemaker, spirit maker,
Heartbreaker, backbreaker,
Leave no stone unturned.
May be an actor in a plot,
That might be all that you got
'Til your error you clearly learn.

Now he worships at an altar of a stagnant pool
And when he sees his reflection, he's fulfilled.
Oh, man is opposed to fair play,
He wants it all and he wants it his way.

Now, there's a woman on my block,
She just sit there as the night grows still.
She say who gonna take away his license to kill?

do you speak italian?

Good morning, WA2K listeners and contributors.

edgar, I really appreciate your having played all those songs, buddy, especially the one by Woodie Guthrie about Franklin Roosevelt. Great, Texas. Actually the entire selection of news items had to do with the strangeness of "milk" and men appearing so frequently in that distressing news, so your Bread lyrics were not out of place.

estetika, welcome to A2K. Don't think that our Texas man is Italian; however, here is a song to welcome you to our little radio station:

Volare


Volare, oh oh, cantare, oh oh oh oh
Let's fly way up to the clouds, away from the maddening crowds
We can sing in the glow of a star that I know of
Where lovers enjoy peace of mind
Let us leave the confusion and all disillusion behind
Just like bird of a feather, a rainbow together we'll find
Volare, oh oh, e contare, oh oh oh oh
No wonder my happy heart sings
Your love has given me wings
Penso che un sogno cosi non ritorni mai piu
Mi dipingevo le mani e la faccia di blu
Poi d'improvviso venivo dal vento rapito
E incominciavo a volare nel cielo infinito

Volare, oh oh, e contare, oh oh oh oh
Nel blu, dipinto di blu, felice di stare lassu
E volavo, volavo felice piu in alto del sole ed ancora piu su
Mentre il mondo pian piano spariva lontano laggiu
Una musica dolce suonava soltanto per me
Volare, oh oh, e cantare, oh oh oh oh
No wonder my happy heart sings, your love has given me wings
Nel blu, dipinto di blu, felice di stare lassu

(This is the English Version)
Sometimes the world is a valley of heartaches and tears,
And in the hustle and bustle, no sunshine appears,
But you and I have our love always there to remind us
There is a way we can leave all the shadows behind us.
Volare, oh, oh! Cantare, oh, oh, oh, oh!
Let's fly way up in the clouds,away from the maddening crowds
We can sing in the glow of a star that I know of
Where lovers enjoy peace of mind
Let us leave the confusion and all disillusion behind
Just like birds of a feather, a rainbow together we'll find
Volare, oh, oh! Cantare, oh, oh, oh, oh!
No wonder my happy heart sings, your love has given me wings
Your love has given me wings, your love has given me wings

(This is the Italian Version)
Penso che un sogno cos⌦ã"²ã¬´ non ritorni mai pi-
Mi dipingevo le mani e la faccia di blu
Poi d'improvviso venivo dal vento rapito
E incominciavo a volare nel cielo infinito
Volare, oh, oh! Cantare, oh, oh, oh, oh!
Nel blu, dipinto di blu, felice di stare lass-
E volavo, volavo felice pi- in alto del sole ed ancora pi- su
Mentre il mondo pian piano spariva lontano laggi-
Una musica dolce suonava soltanto per me
Volare, oh, oh! Cantare, oh, oh, oh, oh!
Nel blu, dipinto di blu, felice di stare lass-
Nel biu, dipinto di blu, felice di stare lass

My boss is Italian. I can check and see if she knows the language.

it's 48 degrees, I've been sitting on the patio having my tea, it's still dark out.