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Fantastic, hamburger. I think Lord Ellpus eats peanut butter on toast. <smile>

Quote of the Day:



Garrison Keillor Quotes

I believe in looking reality straight in the eye and denying it.
Garrison Keillor

letty wrote :
"I believe in looking reality straight in the eye and denying it.
Garrison Keillor "

i fullly endorse garrison's statement with a definete "maybe" :wink: .
hbg

hamburger, I noticed that Keillor introduced a band called Raven Moon. I couldn't find one song by that group. Wonder if this is it, Canada?

Raven Moon

My lips touch the night
Thoughts drifting among the shadows
Moonlight lights the way
To my dreamland
I guess many days have passed?
I can't remember...
Days that bring sorrow and saving joy are gone
Living the kiss of night
I found my peace in it
Every night among thousand candles
I'm sailing the verses of my favourite dreams
and spectral pictures
I'm drifting among the roots of books unknown
and nameless
Ravens sing with screams of ghostly shadows
Leaving the kiss of night

I don't believe that it is, as the Raven Moon group seems to be bluegrass.

here is another one of garrison keillor's great and 'inspiring' songs :
"Everyone Knows It (When You're From St. Paul )".

btw i visited st. paul in 1961 to attend a convention of the 'life insurance institute' - it was my first visit to a u.s. city .
stayed in a big old hotel (near the grain exchange ? ).
many farmers also stayed there . i'll never forget the breakfast i ordered the next morning . i ordered pancakes and what i got were 'monster pancakes' that were hanging over he side of a HUGE plate ; they were liberally bathed in butter and syrup - and the friendly and grandmotherly waittress said : "dig in , honey ! " .
it was a wonderful introduction to the united states - as was the 'bourbon' being poured at the reception that night . the burly waiters lined up about twenty glasses , opened a bottle of bourbon and just went along filling up the glasses ! no careful measuring here :wink: .

frank fontaine (remember jackie gleason ?) provided the entertainment that night .


hbg
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Everyone Knows It (When You're From St. Paul )


She had bright red hair and I tried not to stare
At her gown which was low and strapless
She was one hot number, cool as a cucumber,
For she was from Minneapolis.
Saturday night and the lights were bright
And I wanted to ask her to dance
But I'm from St. Paul, and she made me feel small
And I could not take the chance.

And that was thirty-two years ago
And that's why I started a radio show
And wrote some novels and won a big prize
Was just to look good in that girl's eyes.

And I saw her today at a little café
On Hennepin Avenue
I smiled at her and I held out my hand
And she said, "Who the heck are you?"
And her icy glare as she stared at me there
Made me feel about two feet tall
You may do very well, even win a Nobel,
But you still are from the wrong city.

Jearlyn Steele:
Everyone knows it when you're from St. Paul
You are someone they look right through
They are so not into you
You may be the picture of style and grace
But you've got Small Time written on your face.
You're minor league, you are class D ball
And everybody knows it when you're from St. Paul.

You can comb your hair a whole new way
Try to be cool again and not passe
You can strut your stuff and be dressed to kill
But people know you're from Nowheresville.
It's got the capitol, and the St. Paul Archdiocese,
But Minneapolitans have strong biases.
It's not Soul City, just a big small town.
And you're not Ray Charles, you are Charlie Brown.

Garrison Keillor:
So one April I got a makeover,
Got a cologne made from 4 leaf clover
My face was lifted and my chin regressed.
I got a hair transplant on my chest.
I bought a Rolex and a new Cadillac.
I got Armani clothes, everything black,
I wore a fedora, a perfect disguise,
I came to Minneapolis they just rolled their eyes.

Cause everyone knows it when you're from St. Paul.
You can use a new mouthwash with a clean fresh smell,
And spray on Chanel, somehow they can tell.
But someday me and Jearlyn Steele
We will be in a movie and that's a big deal.
And Minneapolis will give us a call
And we'll say, Hey, come on over, we're in St. Paul.

letty :
did you see the ...RAVEN MOON... website ?
sounds like a great bluegrass band .
they also have music for downloads , i believe - i usually don't download - too many other things to do :wink: .
enjoy !
hbg

Love it, hamburger. Here's an answer to the extreme makeover:

THE BOTOX TANGO
I am thinking of getting injected, gravity's heavier than I expected

And it's pulling things out of place, my skin's getting longer than my face



And it's pooling in the creases, although my vigilance never ceases

With the emollients and the greases. I am a puzzle losing it's pieces



And the cracks are slowly growing between my tectonic plates

Continental drift, for man or woman never waits.

And there's no point in self-deceiving,

Like Australia, part of me is leaving.



I always wanted more facial definition and a somewhat stronger chin

Now I'd be happy with just a remission of this loss of collagen



You can put your fears to rest. I won't be getting any in the chest

it wouldn't solve any problems at all

And it'd just give me two more things to fall



So I am thinking of getting injected.

I'm getting older sooner than I expected.

I certainly did see it, hbg.

A pretty gal with a guitar:

Good afternoon listeners. I was just wondering…

WHERE DO YOU GO TO MY LOVELY
PETER SARSTEDT Lyrics


You talk like Marlene Dietrich
And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire
Your clothes are all made by Balmain
And there's diamonds and pearls in your hair

You live in a fancy apartment
Of the Boulevard of St. Michel
Where you keep your Rolling Stones records
And a friend of Sacha Distel

You go to the embassy parties
Where you talk in Russian and Greek
And the young men who move in your circle
They hang on every word you speak, yes I do..

But where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do..

I've seen all your qualifications
You got from the Sorbonne
And the painting you stole from Picasso
Your loveliness goes on and on, yes it does

When you go on your summer vacation
You go to Juan-les-Pines
With your carefully designed topless swimsuit
You get an even suntan, on your back and on your legs
When the snow falls you're found in St. Moritz
With the others of the jet-set
And you sip your Napoleon Brandy
But you never get your lips wet

But where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
(Won't you) Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do

You're in-between twenty an thirty -
A very desirable age
Your body's firm and inviting
But you live on a glittering state

Your name is heard in high places
You know the Aga Khan
He sent you a racehorse for Christmas
And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh ahaha

They say that when you get married
It'll be to a millionaire
But they don't realize where you came from
And I wonder if they really care, they give a damn

Where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head

I remember the back streets of Naples
Two children begging in rags
Both touched with a burning ambition
To shake off their lowly brown tags, yes they try

So look into my face Marie-Claire
And remember just who you are
Then go and forget me forever
But I know you still bear the scar, deep inside, yes you do

I know where you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
I know the thoughts that surround you
`Cause I can look inside your head

well the holidays are fast approaching

let's see what tom waits has to say about christmas

Christmas Card from a Hooker in Minneapolis

hey charlie i'm pregnant
and living on the 9th street
right above a dirty bookstore
off euclid avenue
and i stopped takin dope
and i quit drinkin whiskey
and my old man plays the trombone
and works out at the track

and he says that he loves me
even though its not his baby
and he says that he'll raise him up
like he would his own son
and he gave me a ring
that was worn by his mother
and he takes me out dancin
every saturday night.

and hey charlie i think about you
everytime i pass a fillin station
om account of all the grease
you used to wear in your hair
and i still have that record
of little anthony & the imperials
but someone stole my record player
now how do you like that?

hey charlie i almost went crazy
after mario got busted
so i went back to omaha to
live with my folks
but everyone i used to know
was either dead or in prison
so i came back to minneapolis
this time i think i'm gonna stay.

hey charlie i think i'm happy
for the first time since my accident
and i wish i had all the money
that we used to spend on dope
i'd buy me a used car lot
and i wouldn't sell any of em
i'd just drive a different car
every day, dependin on how
i feel

hey charlie for chrissakes
do you want to know the
truth of it?
i don't have a husband
he don't play the trombone
and i need to borrow money
to pay this lawyer
and charlie, hey
i'll be eligible for parole
come valentines day

but it's not all doom and gloom in tom's life

Emotional Weather Report

late night and early morning low clouds
with a chance of fog
chance of showers into the afternoon
with variable high cloudiness
and gusty winds, gusty winds
at times around the corner of
Sunset and Alvorado
things are tough all over
when the thunder storms start
increasing over the southeast
and south central portions
of my apartment, I get upset
and a line of thunderstorms was
developing in the early morning
ahead of a slow moving coldfront
cold blooded
with tornado watches issued shortly
before noon Sunday, for the areas
including, the western region
of my mental health
and the northern portions of my
ability to deal rationally with my
disconcerted precarious emotional
situation, it's cold out there
colder than a ticket taker's smile
at the Ivar Theatre, on a Saturday night
flash flood watches covered the
southern portion of my disposition
there was no severe weather well
into the afternoon, except for a lone gust of
wind in the bedroom
in a high pressure zone, covering the eastern
portion of a small suburban community
with a 103 and millibar high pressure zone
and a weak pressure ridge extending from
my eyes down to my cheeks cause since
you left me baby
and put the vice grips on my mental health
well the extended outlook for an
indefinite period of time until you
come back to me baby is high tonight
low tomorrow, and precipitation is
expected

okay it's not sunshine and roses, but nobody does it better than mr. waits

Take It With Me

Phone's off the hook
No one knows where we are
It's a long time since I
Drank champagne
The ocean is blue
As blue as your eyes
I'm gonna take it with me
When I go

Old long since gone
Now way back when
We lived in Coney Island
Ain't no good thing
Ever dies
I'm gonna take it with me
When I go

Far far away a train
Whistle blows
Wherever you're goin
Wherever you've been
Waving good bye at the end
Of the day
You're up and you're over
And you're far away

Always for you, and
Forever yours
It felt just like the old days
We fell asleep on Beaula's porch
I'm gonna take it with me
When I go

All broken down by
The side of the road
I was never more alive or
Alone
I've worn the faces off
All the cards
I'm gonna take it with me
When I go

Children are playing
At the end of the day
Strangers are singing
On our lawn
It's got to be more
Than flesh and bone
All that you're loved
Is all you own

In a land there's a town
And in that town there's
A house
And in that house
There's a woman
And in that woman
There's a hart I love
I'm gonna take it
With me when I go
I'm gonna take it
With me when I go

Welcome back, dj. We missed you here in our little studio. That is one funny song, Canada. All the misery rolled into one. Love it!

Hey, What happened to halloween?

Humphrey the Blue-Nosed Pumpkin
(Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer)

Humphrey the blue-nosed pumpkin had a very obvious nose.
And if you ever saw it, you might even say it shows.
All of the other pumpkins, used to laugh and call him names.
They never let poor Humphrey play in any pumpkin games.
Then one foggy Halloween Eve, the Great Pumpkin did say,
"Humphrey, with your nose so blue, you'll make all the ghosts say BOO!"
Then all the pumpkins loved him, and they shouted out with glee,
Humphrey, the blue-nosed pumpkin, You'll go down in history!

one more for the road

A Sight For Sore Eyes

hey sight for sore eyes it's a long time no see
workin hard hardly workin hey man you know me
water under the bridge didya see my new car
well it's bought and it's payed for parked outside of the bar

and hey barkeeper what's keepin you keep pourin drinks
for all these palookas hey you know what i thinks
that we toast to the old days and dimagio too
and old drysdale and mantle whitey ford and to you

no the old gang ain't around everyone has left town
'cept for thumm and giardina said they just might be down
oh half drunk all the time and i'm all drunk the rest
yea monk's till the champion but i'm the best

and hey barkeeper what's keepin you keep pourin drinks
for all these palookas hey you know what i thinks
that we toast to the old days and dimagio too
and old drysdale and mantle whitey ford and to you

i guess you heard about nash he was killed in a crash
hell that must of been two or three years ago now
yea he spun out and he rolled he hit a telephone pole
and he died with the radio on
no she's married and with a kid finally split up with sid
he's up north for a nickle's worth for armed robbery

and hey barkeeper what's keepin you keep pourin drinks
for all these palookas hey you know what i thinks
that we toast to the old days and dimagio too
and old drysdale and mantle whitey ford and to you

hey i'll play you some pin ball hell you ain't got a chance
well then go on over and ask her to dance

and hey barkeeper what's keepin you keep pourin drinks
for all these palookas hey you know what i thinks
that we toast to the old days and dimagio too
and old drysdale and mantle whitey ford and to you

from the same album as the christmas tune

Whistlin' Past the Graveyard

well i come in on a night train
with an arm full of box cars
on the wings of a magpie
cross a hooligan night
and i busted up a chifforobe
way out by the cocomo
cooked up a mess a mulligan
and got into a fight

whistlin past the graveyard
steppin on a crack
i'm a mean motherhubbard
papa one eyed jack

you propably seen me sleepin
out by the railroad tracks
go on and ask the prince of darkness
what about all thet smoke
come from the stack
sometimes i kill myself a jacket
suck out all the blood
steal myself a stationwagon
drivin through the mud

whistlin past the graveyard
steppin on a crack
i'm a mean motherhubbard
papa one eyed jack

i know you seen my headlights
and the honkin of my horn
i'm callin out my bloodhounds
chase the devil through the corn
last night i chugged the mississippi
now that suckers dry as a bone
born in a taxi cab
i'm never comin home

whistlin past the graveyard
steppin on a crack
i'm a mean motherhubbard
papa one eyed jack

my eyes have seen the glory
of the draining of the ditch
i only come to baton rouge
to find myself a witch
i'm-ona snatch me up a
couple of em every time it rains
you see a locomotive
probably thinkin its a train

whistlin past the graveyard
steppin on a crack
i'm a mean motherhubbard
papa one eyed jack

what you think is the sunshine
is just a twinkle in my eye
that ring around my fingers
just the 4th of july
when i get a little bit lonesome
and a tear falls from my cheek
theres gonna be an ocean in
the middle of the week

whistlin past the graveyard
steppin on a crack
i'm a mean motherhubbard
papa one eyed jack

i rode into town on a night train
with an arm full of box cars
on the wings of a magpie
cross a hooligan night
i'm-ona tear me off a rainbow
and wear it for a tie
i never told the truth
so i can never tell a lie

whistlin past the graveyard
steppin on a crack
i'm a mean motherhubbard
papa one eyed jack

Ah, dj. That is a perfect song for a sleepy time Letty.

Think I'll curl up with a pumpkin' and go to my bed and dream of the headless horseman. Oh, dear, folks. Another nightmare.



But, from Letty with love.

Belle Starr

Belle Starr, Belle Starr, tell me where you have gone
Since old Oklahoma's sandhills you did roam?
Is it Heaven's wide streets that you're tying your reins
Or singlefooting somewhere below?

Eight lovers they say combed your waving black hair
Eight men knew the feel of your dark velvet waist
Eight men heard the sounds of your tan leather skirt
Eight men heard the bark of the guns that you wore.

Cole Younger was your first and the father of your girl
And the name that you picked for your daughter was Pearl
Cole robbed a bank and he drawed the life line
But I heard he was pardoned after Twenty Years time.

Your Cherokee lover, Blue Duck was his name
He loved you in the sand hills before your great fame
I heard he stopped a bullet in Eighteen Eighty Five
And your Blue Duck's no longer alive.

You took Jim Reed to your warm wedding bed
And from out of your love was born the boy, Ed
A pal killed Jim Reed by the dark of the moon
And your son Ed was blowed down in a drunken saloon.

Then there was Bob Younger you loved him well
He rode with the James boys out down the long trail
They caught him in Minnesota along with the gang
He died down in jail in the cell or the chain.

You loved Mister William Clarke Quantrill
And his Civil War guerrillas in the Missouri hills
He hit Lawrence Kansas and fought them still
And when he rode out Two Hundred lay killed.

They say could have, they whisper you might
Have loved Frank James on a couple of nights
He fought the Midland Railroad almost to death
Then in Nineteen Fifteen Frank drawed his last breath.

They say it could be, they say maybe so,
That you loved Jesse James that desperado,
Jesse got married, had a wife and a son,
Was shot down at home by the Ford brothers guns.

Belle Starr, Belle Starr, your time's getting late,
But how is Jim Younger, did you hear his fate?He was jailed and then pardoned for all he had done,
And he blowed his own brains out in Nineteen and One.

Eight men they say combed that black waving hair
Eight men knew the feel of your dark velvet waist
Eight men heard the sounds of your tan leather skirt
Eight men heard the bark of the guns that you wore.

Belle Starr, Belle Starr, tell me where have you gone
Since old Oklahoma's sand hills you did roam?
Is it Heaven's wide streets that you're tying your reins
Or singlefooting somewhere below?


Woody Guthrie


The notoriously unlawful life of Belle Starr came to a violent end on Feb. 3, 1889, two days short of her forty-first birthday. While riding from the general store to her ranch near Eufaula, Okla., Belle was killed by a shotgun blast to the back. Suspects included Edgar Watson, with whom Belle had been feuding over the land he was renting from her (Watson was a fugitive and Belle had been told by the authorities that she would lose all of her land if caught harboring fugitives and for once she was obeying), her lover a Cherokee named Jim July with whom she had recently had a quarrel, and her son Ed, with whom she had had a strained relationship. However, the identity of the murderer of Belle Starr was never identified. Belle Starr was buried on her ranch with a marble headstone on which was engraved a bell, her horse, a star and the epitaph written by her daughter Pearl which reads:

"Shed not for her the bitter tear,
Nor give the heart to vain regret;
'Tis but the casket that lies here,
The gem that filled it sparkles yet."

Good morning, WA2K radio fans and contributors. My word, there was a marathon of spooky movies on last evening, none of which would give one nightmares, however. <smile>

Wow, edgar. I loved your Belle Starr ballad. This must be outlaw weekend, so here is one by Van Morrison:

Traditional

Jesse James was a man
And he killed many men
He robbed the Glendale train
And he took from the richer
And he gave that to the poorer
He'd a hand and a heart and a brain

Oh Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life
Three children they were so brave
But that dirty little coward
That shot Mr. Howard
Has laid Jesse James in his grave

(Instrumental)

On Wednesday night
When the moon was shining bright
They robbed that Glendale train
And the folks from miles about (yeah they can)
They all said without a doubt
It was done by her Frankie and Jesse James (yes it was)

Oh Jessie had a wife, to mourn for his life
Three children they were so brave
But that dirty little coward
That shot Mr. Howard
Has laid (poor) Jesse James in his grave

(Instrumental)

Well the people held their breath
When they heard about Jesse's death (yeah)
And they wondered how poor Jesse came to die (how did he die?)
It was one of his guys, called Little Robert Ford
And he shot Jessie James on the sly

Oh Jessie had a wife to mourn for his life
Three children they were so brave
But that dirty little coward
That shot Mr. Howard
Has laid Jesse James in his grave
Has laid poor Jesse in his grave

Sometimes, when going into an election week, I feel much like the singer of this song:

Wheel Of Fortune
Kay Starr

The wheel of fortune
Goes spinning around
Will the arrow point my way
Will this be my day

Oh, wheel of fortune
Please don't pass me by
Let me know the magic of
A kiss and a sigh

While the wheel is spinning, spinning, spinning
I'll not dream of winning fortune or fame
While the wheel is turning, turning, turning
I'll be yearning, yearning
For love's precious flame

Oh, wheel of fortune
I'm hoping somehow
If you'll ever smile on me
Please let it be now

While the wheel is spinning, spinning, spinning
I'll not dream of winning fortune or even fame
While the wheel is turning, turning, turning
I'll be yearning, yearning
For love's precious flame

Oh, wheel of fortune
I'm hoping somehow
If you ever smile on me
Please let it be now

Well, folks, our edgar is right, right? I did find this funny song to play, because often we must have a laugh about the funnies in the countries:

Don'T Go Into Politics Lyrics

Artist Lyrics: Arrogant Worms
Song Lyrics: Don'T Go Into Politics

George Washington was the president
But now he's dead (dead)
Mackenzie King was Prime Minister
But now he's dead (dead)

So don't go into politics
You'll end up dead
Don't go into politics
You'll end up dead

Oppenheimer built the bomb
But now he's dead (dead)
Einstien was very very smart
But not enough not to be dead (dead)

So don't go into science
You'll end up dead
Don't go into science
You'll end up dead
And don't go into politics
You'll end up dead
Don't go into politics
You'll end up dead

Jimi Hendrix, Janice Joplin, Brian Jones, Keith Moon,
Jim Morrison, Roy Orbison,
John Lennon, Bob Marley, Leonard Bernstien, Elvis Presley
Well, we're not too sure about Elvis
But I think you get the point

Don't go into music
You'll end up dead
Don't go into music
You'll end up dead
And don't go into science
You'll end up dead
Don't go into politics
You'll end up dead

Break it down
You'll be burned, you'll be fried
You'll be buried alive
And there's no hope thinkin'
That you're gonna survive
'Cause there's the drowning and choking
And cancer from smoking
And smothered while sleeping
And blood will start seeping

So I have found, you'll end up in the ground
And you'll be dead
So I have found, you'll end up in the ground
I wish there was an option instead
But you'll be dead
Dead
Maybe with a bullet in your head
But you'll be dead
Dead
Very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very dead