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A gorgeous young redhead goes into the doctor's office and says that her body hurts wherever she touches it. "Impossible," says the doctor. "Show me." The redhead takes her finger, pushes on her left breast and screams, then she pushes her elbow and screams in even more agony. She pushes her knee and screams; likewise she pushes her ankle and screams. Everywhere she touches makes her scream. The doctor says, "You're not really a redhead, are you? "Well, no" she says, "I'm actually a blonde." "I thought so," the doctor says. "Your finger is broken."

It's good to see our hawkman back, folks. Thanks, BioBob for the background on the great celebs, and especially the blonde/redhead funny. Yes, blondes do have fun, no? At least the general public has fun with them.

Raggedy, great photo's as usual, PA. Tim and Suzanne and Angela. A special thanks to Gus for Linda, plus a welcome back. Stick around Gus, and we'll play you a song.

Still concerned about our Tryagain. Should anyone know anything, let us know.

I think this song was done by Suzanne, folk, but I am not certain.

Writing in my diary
Right before I go to sleep
Trying to collect my thoughts
Of which are all in disarray
I write down love and hate and
Everything that's in between
Thoughts of incompetence find
Their way to routine secrets
Concealed between the pages
Are the lens through which I see
Everytime that I look back
I wish I acted differently
But when I remember then
There is no other way I see
Following you follow me
Discovering who we will be
I see in you what you see in me
That makes us only the lonely.

I want you to want to know me
I want you to call my name
Wish that you would know
There's more than meets the eye
There's more to find
I want you to start asking questions
I want you to understand
There's so many people around
And once again
I'm getting lonely.

This temporary studio from which I am operating is much classier, folks. I can actually get instant music.
Here's another Suzanne:

Big Space Lyrics
Artist: Suzanne Vega
Album: Days Of Open Hand

He said you stand in your own shoes
I said I'd rather stand in someone else's
He said you look from your direction
I said I like to keep perspective
Close to the middle of the network
It seems we're looking for a center
What if it turns out to be hollow?
We could be fixing what is broken


Between the pen and the paperwork
There must be passion in the language
Between the muscle and the brain work
There must be feeling in the pipeline

Beyond the duty and the discipline
I know there's anger in a cold place
All feelings fall into the big space
Swept up like garbage on the week-


Between the pen and the paperwork
There must be passion in the language
Between the muscle and the brain work
There must be feeling in the pipeline


All feeling
Falls into the big space
All feeling
Swept into the
Avenues of angles


Between the pen and the paperwork
I'm sure there's passion in the language
Between the muscle and the brain work
I know there's feeling in the pipeline

Oh, well, I work hard every day
Can't hardly wait to draw my pay
It's Monday morning and I'm on the job
Do the same old thing, a-just working hard
Tuesday evening I'm at it again
I ain't had no rest since I don't know when
Wednesday morning, I can't hardly see
Man, this work is killing me
Thursday morning, I just can make it
Well, I don't know how long this boy can take it


Oh, well, I work hard every day
Can't hardly wait to draw my pay
It's Monday morning and I'm out on the job
Do the same old thing, I'm just a-workin' hard
Tuesday evening I'm at it again
I ain't had none of that rest since I don't know when
Wednesday morning, I can't hardly see
Man, this work is killing me
Thursday morning, I just can make it
Well, I don't know how long I can take it
Mmmm, ain't had none of that rest since I don't know when
Wednesday morning, can't hardly see
Man, this work is killing me
Thursday morning, I just can make it
Well, I don't know how long this boy can take it


Jerry Lee Lewis

Montgomery Clift
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Edward Montgomery Clift (October 17, 1920 - July 23, 1966) was an American actor known by the stage name of Montgomery Clift.

Biography

Early life

Clift was born in Omaha, Nebraska, the son of Ethel Anderson Fogg Blair and William Brooks Clift, a banker with roots in the South. Clift had a twin sister, Roberta, and an older brother, Brooks, husband of Eleanor Clift, the columnist and political commentator, and father of their three children; Brooks also had a child by the late actress Kim Stanley. Later in life, he would describe his father as a drunken bigot who he was never on good terms with.

Film career

Appearing on Broadway at the age of thirteen, Clift achieved success on the stage and starred there for 10 years before moving to Hollywood, debuting in 1948's Red River opposite John Wayne. Clift was nominated for an Academy Award for Best Actor that same year for The Search. Clift was billed as a new kind of leading man: sensitive, intense and broodingly handsome, the kind of man women would want to take care of. He had a highly successful film career, performing in many Oscar-nominated roles and becoming a matinee idol because of his good looks and sex appeal. His love scenes with Elizabeth Taylor in A Place in the Sun (1951) set a new standard for romance in cinema. His roles in A Place in the Sun, the 1953 classic From Here to Eternity and The Young Lions (1958) are considered signatures of his career.

Clift and his screen rival, Marlon Brando, were popularly known in Hollywood as the "Golddust Twins" because of their rapid rise to stardom. Clift reportedly turned down the starring roles in Sunset Boulevard and East of Eden.

Car accident

On May 12, 1956, while filming Raintree County, he smashed his car into a tree after leaving a party at the home of his Raintree County co-star Elizabeth Taylor and her then-husband Michael Wilding. Hearing the sounds of the crash, Elizabeth Taylor raced to Clift's side and kept him from choking to death by removing two of his teeth, which had become lodged in his throat. Clift needed extensive reconstructive surgery on his face (although his broken nose was never repaired) and he returned after several weeks to finish the film, his handsome appearance permanently disfigured. The "before and after" face of Clift is apparent in the movie. By this time, Clift had become hooked on alcohol and pain pills, and his health deteriorated. Taylor and Clift remained close friends until his death.

Post-accident career

Subsequently, Clift, with Lee Remick, appeared in Elia Kazan's Wild River (1960), a film listed in the United States National Film Registry. He then costarred in John Huston's The Misfits (1961), which turned out to be the last film for both Marilyn Monroe and Clark Gable. By the time Clift was making John Huston's Freud (1962) his destructive lifestyle was affecting his health. Universal sued him for his frequent absences which caused the film to go over budget. The case was later settled due to the films success at the box office winning Clift a lucrative settlement.

Clift's last Oscar nomination was for best supporting actor for his riveting role in Judgment at Nuremberg (1961), a seven-minute part. The film also starred Spencer Tracy, Marlene Dietrich, Maximilian Schell, Burt Lancaster, and Judy Garland.

Death

Montgomery Clift died in 1966 at the age of 45 of complications brought on by his severe drug and alcohol addictions. He is interred in the Quaker Cemetery, Brooklyn, New York.

Miscellanea

Clift was brother-in-law to Newsweek reporter Eleanor Clift.
Marilyn Monroe, who was also having emotional problems while filming the The Misfits, described Clift as: "The only person I know who is in worse shape than I am."
His post-accident career has been referred to as the "longest suicide in Hollywood" because of his continued substance abuse.
The songs "Monty got a Raw Deal" by R.E.M. and "The Right Profile" by The Clash are about him, and The Clash's live album was named for one of his films (From Here to Eternity).

Margot Kidder
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Margot Kidder (born Margaret Ruth Kidder on October 17, 1948 in Yellowknife, Northwest Territories) is a Canadian-American film actress who achieved her greatest fame playing Lois Lane in the Superman movies of the 1970s and 1980s.

Biography

Early life

Kidder was born in Yellowknife, Northwest Territories, Canada, one of five children of Jill and Kendall Kidder, an explosives expert. She has a sister, Annie, and three brothers, John, Michael and Peter. Kidder's niece, Janet Kidder, is also an actress.

Career

Among her early roles was an appearance as the barmaid in Nichols, a short-lived James Garner vehicle made for American television. She also appeared in a number of low-budget Canadian movies in the early 1970s before going on to star in the Brian de Palma psychological thriller Sisters (1973) and the horror film Black Christmas (1974). A nude pictorial of Kidder, photographed by Douglas Kirkland, was published in the March 1975 issue of Playboy. The accompanying article was written by her.

Kidder is best known for her role as Lois Lane in the 1978 movie Superman and its sequels. Kidder brought more depth to the role than previous actresses, portraying Lane as an ambitious and headstrong, yet vulnerable and emotionally lonely woman trying to make it in a man's world. After she publicly expressed her disgust to the producers, Alexander Salkind and Ilya Salkind, over the firing of Richard Donner from 1980's Superman II, her role in 1983's Superman III consisted of less than 5 minutes of footage. Her role in 1987's Superman IV: The Quest For Peace was more substantial.

In addition to the Superman movies, Kidder has starred in The Amityville Horror, Willie and Phil, and The Great Waldo Pepper opposite Robert Redford. She has also made uncredited cameo appearances in Maverick and Delirious.

In 1983, Kidder produced and starred as Eliza Doolittle in a TV version of Pygmalion with Peter O'Toole. She has also done extensive stage work, including The Vagina Monologues.

In 1994, Kidder played the "Broken Skull" bartender on a PC adventure game featuring Tex Murphy in Under a Killing Moon.

In 2004, Kidder briefly returned to the Superman franchise in two episodes of the television program Smallville, as Dr. Bridgette Crosby, an emissary of Dr. Swann (played by her Superman co-star, Christopher Reeve).

Also that year Kidder made an appearance on a short-lived Canadian sitcom, Robson Arms, set in an apartment block in Vancouver's west end. She played a quirky neighbor of the main cast members.

Personal life

In the past Kidder dated former Canadian prime minister Pierre Trudeau. She has been married and divorced three times: to American playwright Thomas McGuane (by whom she had her only child, daughter Maggie [now Maggie Kirn], in 1976); to actor John Heard; and to French film director Philippe de Broca (she suffered a miscarriage during that marriage). None of the marriages lasted longer than a year. Since her divorce from De Broca, she has said that she prefers the companionship of her dogs.

Kidder raised some hackles in the early 1990s during the first Gulf War, when she ridiculed the press and the military for not seeing the larger consequences of their actions. Despite the criticism, Kidder became a United States citizen on August 17, 2005, in Butte, Montana; she lives in nearby Livingston.

She said the reason for her decision to become an American citizen is to participate in the voting process, to continue her protests against U.S. intervention in Iraq, and at the same time to be free of worries about being deported.[1]

Kidder has bipolar disorder which led to a widely publicized manic breakdown in 1996. She is an advocate of orthomolecular medicine as a treatment for the disorder.

Two Scottish nuns had just arrived to the US by boat when
one said to the other, "I heard that the occupants of this
country actually eat dogs."

"Odd," her companion replied, "but if we shall live in America,
we might as well do as the Americans do."

Nodding emphatically, the mother superior pointed to a hot
dog vendor and they both walked towards it.

"Two dogs, please," said one.

The vendor was only too pleased to oblige and he wrapped both
hot dogs in foil. Excited, the nuns hurried over to a bench
and began to unwrap their 'dogs.'

The mother superior was first to open hers, then, stared at
it for a moment, leaned over to the other nun and whispered
cautiously, "What part did you get?"

Good morning, WA2K radio friendly folks. Your PD is still operating from outside her home by the sea, so I will be acknowledging less frequently than usual.

Hey, edgar. Jerry Lee seems to be speaking for a lot of folks. Thanks, Texas, for the work song.

BioBob has finished his bio's, listeners, with his funny no nunsense joke. Well, hawkman, Hot Dog!

Our Raggedy should be along shortly, so I shall wait to comment further.

Here's a Ron Brown wake up song:

Good morning, good morning
Good morning to you.
Put a smile on your face,
It's a brand new day

Good morning, good morning
Good morning to you.
Each day is a new gift to open and use.

Good morning, good morning
Good morning to you.
It's a brand new day.

The sun's rising up warming all on the ground.
The birds in the trees are singing the sounds...
It's a new day! It's a new day!
Join me and say...

Good morning, good morning
Good morning to you.
Put a smile on your face,
It's a brand new day

Good morning, good morning
Good morning to you,
It's a brand new day.

Good morning!

Not one of my favorites, folks.

Good Morning by Gene Kelly


Good Morning
Good Morning
We've talked the whole night through
Good Morning
Good Morning to you
Good Morning
Good Morning
It's great to stay up late
Good Morning
Good Morning to you
When the band began to play the stars were shinging bright
Now the milkman's on his way and it's too late to say good night
So, Good Morning
Good Morning
Sun beams will soon smile through
Good Morning
Good Morning to you and you and you and you
Good Morning
Good Morning
We've gabbed the whole night through
Good Morning
Good Morning to you
------------
In the morning
In the morning
It's great to stay up late
Good Morning
Good Morning to you
----------------------
When we left the movie show the future wasn't bright
But came the dawn
the show goes on and I don't want to say good night
So say good morning
Good Morning
Rainbows are shining through
Good Morning
Good Morning
Bonjour
Monsuier
Bonas Dies
Bunus Greas
Bonjourrrraaaaa
Artichonnnaaaa
Good Morgan
Licha Moana
Good Morning to you

Ah, Bob, the phases that creative folks go through. Rather like the phases of the moon, no?

From Cat (great chord changes on this song, incidentally)





Morning Has Broken
By: Cat Stevens

Morning has broken, like the first morning.
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird.
Rraise for the singing, praise for the morning,
Praise for them springing fresh from the Word.

Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlight from heaven.
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass.
Praise for the sweetnes of the wet garden,
Sprung in completeness where His feet pass.

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning.
Born of the one light Eden saw play.
Praise with elation, praise every morning;
God's recreation of the new day.

Morning has broken, like the first morning.
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird.
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning,
Praise for them springing fresh from the Word

Good afternoon WA2K.

And today's birthday picture gallery:

Well, there's our Raggedy, folks. Love the quartet,PA. Hmmmm, there's Jean and Rita and Margot and Montgomery. (Let's call him Montie)

Well, listemers. I searched everywhere for a song to go with Rita, and what a delightful surprise to find one that matched not only the lovely lady but Somerset Maugham as well, so here it is:

Miss Sadie Thompson

Lyrics to "Blue Pacific Blues" ("Sadie Thompson's Song")

By: Lester Lee and Ned Washington

I'm gettin' the blue pacific blues
The feelin' ya get from real bad news
I wanna hear bells, I wanna see trains
I get in this mood whenever it rains
I'm gettin' the blues

Alone in the dark and sultry night
Ya'd think of the times ya ain't done right
To add to the fact your feelin' so bad
the cry of the birds keeps drivin' you mad
I got the blues

Ya lie awake and how you wish that it was mornin'
and then ya smoke a hundred cigarettes or more
That devil rain continues poundin' at your window
And the tropic winds, keep howlin' at your door

Because of all the rain and mud
The feel of the place gets in your blood
But deep in the night there comes unawares
the terrible thought that nobody cares
Your back with the blues-again

To be even more specific
You've got what they call-the blue pacific blues.

Also dedicated to those in Hawaii. <smile>

I love that song, Letty, and that film adaptation of "Rain". But, don't forget Rita's great number from Gilda:

"Put the Blame on Mame"-
as sung to the audience (dubbed by Anita Ellis) in this scene:

"When they had the earthquake - in San Francisco-back in 19`6
They said that old mother nature - was up to her old tricks.
That's the story that went around, but here's the real lowdown-
Put the blame on mame boys, put the blame on mame
One night she started to - shim and shake-
that brought on the `Frisco quake
So you can, Put the blame on mame boys,
put the blame on mame.
They once had a shootin' -up in the Klondike when they got Dan McGrew
Folks were puttin' the blame on - the lady known as Lew
that's the story that went around, but here's the real lowdown-
Put the blame on mame boys,
put the blame on mame
Mame did a dance called the Hichy-koo,
that's the thing that slew McGrew
So you can, Put the blame on mame boys
PUT-THE-BLAME-ON-MAME"

Good grief, Raggedy. I know that song, gal, but I never knew why, now I do, thanks to you.

Quote for the day:

No tyranny is so irksome as petty tyranny: the officious demands of policemen, government clerks, and electromechanical gadgets.
- Edward Abbey

Love it, folks, especially when trying to drive someone else's car with whistles and bells casting electronic spells.

Here's another Mame song, folks.

Song: MAME

::chorus:::
You coax the blues right out of the horn, Mame,
You charm the husk right off of the corn, Mame,
You've got that banjoes strummin'
And plunkin' out a tune to beat the band,
The whole plantation's hummin'
Since you brought Dixie back to Dixie land.
You make the cotton easy to pick, Mame,
You give my old mint julep a kick, Mame,
Who ever thought a Yankee would put
A little Dixie mouse to shame.
You've made us feel alive again,
You've given us the drive again,
To make the South revive again, Mame.
Beauregard Burnside:
You've brought the cake-walk back into style, Mame
You make the weepin' willow tree smile, Mame,
Your skin is Dixie satin,
There's rebel in your manner and your speech,
You may be from Manhattan,
But Georgia never had a sweeter peach.
All:
You make our black-eyed peas and our grits, Mame,
Seem like the bill of fare at the Ritz, Mame,
You came, you saw, you conquered
And absolutely nothing is the same.
You're special fascination'll prove to be inspirational,
We think you're just sensational, Mame.
Since you brought Dixie back to Dixie land.
Since you brought Dixie back to Dixie land.
You coax the blues right out of the horn, Mame,
You charm the husk right off of the corn, Mame,
You've got that banjoes strummin'
And plunkin' out a tune to beat the band,
The whole plantation's hummin'
Since you brought Dixie back to Dixie land.
You make the cotton easy to pick, Mame,
You give my old mint julep a kick, Mame,
Who ever thought a Yankee would put
A little Dixie mouse to shame.
You've made us feel alive again,
You've given us the drive again,
To make the South revive again, Mame.
Mame! Mame! Mame! Mame!

Good afternoon all, it's good to be back after some technical problems.


AMERICA
By RAZORLIGHT Lyrics

What a drag it is
The shape i'm in
Well I go out somewhere
Then I come home again

I light a cigarette
'Cause I can't get no sleep
Theres nothing on the TV nothing on the radio
That means that much to me

All my life
Watching America
All my life
There's panic in America
Oh Oh Oh, Oh
There's trouble in America
Oh Oh Oh, Oh

Yesterday was easy
Happiness came and went
I got the movie script
But I don't know what it meant

I light a cigarette
'Cause I can't get no sleep
Theres nothing on the TV nothing on the radio
That means that much to me
Theres nothing on the TV nothing on the radio
That I can believe in

All my life
Watching America
All my life
There's panic in America
Oh Oh Oh, Oh
There's trouble in America
Oh Oh Oh, Oh
There's panic in America
Oh Oh Oh, Oh

Yesterday was easy
Yes I got the news
When you get it straight, but stand up you just can't lose
Give you my confidence, all my faith in life

Dont stand me up
Don't let me down
I need you tonight
To hold me, say you'll be here
To hold me, say you'll be here
To hold me, say you'll be here
To hold..

All my life
Watching America
All my life
There's panic in America
Oh Oh Oh, Oh
She's just in America
Oh Oh Oh, Oh

Tell me how does it feel

Try, welcome back, buddy. We were truly concerned about you, honey. Love your song and this one follows yours, because.......


Up all night I could not sleep
The whiskey that I drank was cheap
With shakin' hands I went and I lit up my last cigarette
Well the sun came, night had fled
And sleepy eyed I reached my bed
I saw you sleepy dreamin' there all covered and warm

South City midnight lady
I'm much obliged indeed
You sure have saved this man whose soul was in need
I thought there was no reason
For all these things I do
But the smile that sent out returned with you

When day has left the night behind
And shadows roll across my mind
I sometimes find myself alone out walkin' the street
Yes, and when I'm feelin' down and blue
Then all I do is think of you
And all my foolish problems seem to fade away

South City midnight lady
I'm much obliged indeed
You sure have saved this man whose soul was in need
I thought there was no reason
For all these things I do
But the smile that I sent out returned with you.

Doobie Brothers.

Big smile for our Try, but no whiskey, just a wonderful, full-bodied wine.

Good health…

There's a tear in your eye,
And I'm wondering why,
For it never should be there at all.
With such pow'r in your smile,
Sure a stone you'd beguile,
So there's never a teardrop should fall.
When your sweet lilting laughter's
Like some fairy song,
And your eyes twinkle bright as can be;
You should laugh all the while
And all other times smile,
And now, smile a smile for me.

When Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, 'tis like the morn in Spring.
In the lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the angels sing.
When Irish hearts are happy,
All the world seems bright and gay.
And when Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, they steal your heart away.

For your smile is a part
Of the love in your heart,
And it makes even sunshine more bright.
Like the linnet's sweet song,
Crooning all the day long,
Comes your laughter and light.
For the springtime of life
Is the sweetest of all
There is ne'er a real care or regret;
And while springtime is ours
Throughout all of youth's hours,
Let us smile each chance we get.

When Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, 'tis like the morn in Spring.
In the lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the angels sing.
When Irish hearts are happy,
All the world seems bright and gay.
And when Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, they steal your heart away.