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Happy 77th to Joan Plowright; 62nd to Dennis Franz; 39th to Julia Roberts and 32nd to Joaquin Phoenix.

There's our Raggedy with another marvelous collage. Love 'em, as usual, PA.

I really like Dennis Franz, and Joaquin is to die for, right? Still haven't seen his version of Johnny Cash. Someone told me it was mostly about the early years. Don't know Joan Plowright, however, and Julia is still as lovely as ever.

For Julia:

Artist: Roy Orbison Lyrics
Song: Oh Pretty Woman Lyrics

Pretty woman, walking down the street
Pretty woman, the kind I like to meet
Pretty woman
I don't believe you, you're not the truth
No one could look as good as you
Mercy

Pretty woman, won't you pardon me
Pretty woman, I couldn't help see
Pretty woman
That you look lovely as can be
Are you lonely just like me
Wow

Pretty woman, stop a while
Pretty woman, talk a while
Pretty woman, gave your smile to me
Pretty woman, yeah yeah yeah
Pretty woman, look my way
Pretty woman, say you'll stay with me
'Cause I need you, I'll trear you right
Come with me baby, be mine tonight

Pretty woman, don't walk on by
Pretty woman, make me cry
Pretty woman, don't walk away, hey...okay
If that's the way it must be, okay
I guess I'll go on home, it's late
There'll be tomorrow nigh, but wait
What do I see
Is she walking back to me
Yeah, she's walking back to me
Oh, oh, Pretty woman

Good afternoon all. It looks like there is…

FOX ON THE RUN
MANFRED MANN Lyrics


She walked through the corn leading down to the river
Her hair shone like gold in the hot morning sun
She took all the love that a poor boy could give her
And left me to die like a fox on the run
Like a fox ... on the run

Everybody knows the reason for the fall
When woman tempted man down in paradise's hall
This woman tempted me, oh yes, she took me for a ride
And like a weary fox, I need a place to hide

She walked through the corn leading down to the river
Her hair shone like gold in the hot morning sun
She took all the love that a poor boy could give her
And left me to die like a fox on the run
Like a fox ... on the run

Well, take a glass of wine and fortify your soul
We'll talk about the world and friends we used to know
I inner straight a girl who puts me on the floor
The game is nearly up, the hounds are at my door

She walked through the corn leading down to the river
Her hair shone like gold in the hot morning sun
She took all the love that a poor boy could give her
And left me to die like a fox on the run
Like a fox ... on the run

She walked through the corn leading down to the river
Her hair shone like gold in the hot morning sun
She took all the love that a poor boy could give her
And left me to die like a fox
Like a fox ... like a fox ... on the run

Hey, Try. What kind of animal are you, buddy? Love that song, incidentally.

Here's the real fox, folks. <smile>

Reynard the Fox

Ye gentlemen of high renown, come listen unto me
That takes delight in fox hunting by every degree
A story I will tell to you, concerning of a fox
Near royston woods and mountains high and over stony rocks

Bold Reynard, being in his hole and hearing of these hounds
Which made him for to prick up his ears and tread upon the ground
"Methinks me hears some jubal hounds a-pressing upon the life
Before that they should come to me, I'll tread upon the ground"

We hunted for four hours or more through parishes sixteen
We hunted for four hours or more and came by Parkworth Green
"Oh, if you'll only spare my life, I promise and fulfil
To touch no more your feathered fowl or lambs on yonder hill"

Bold Reynard, spent and out of breath and treading on this ground
Thinking he must give up his life before these jubal hounds
"So here's adieu to ducks and geese, likewise to lambs also"
They've got poor Reynard by the slabs and will not let them go.

Okay, so far we're had a possum and a pup now we're looking for the hawk.

in anticipation of the up-coming elections, some political rhetoric from across the sea

these songs were all written during the thatcher/regan era, but the sentiments still ring true

Days Like These (U.K. Version)
Billy Bragg

The party that became so powerful by sinking
foreign boats
Is dreaming up new promises because promises
win votes
And being resolute in conference with the
ad man's expertise
The majority by their silence shall pay for days like these

The right to build communities is back behind
closed doors
'Tween government and people stands the right arm
of the law
And shame upon the patriot when the mark of the
Bulldog Breed
Is a family without a home and a pensioner in need

Those whose lives are ruled by dogma are waiting
for a sign
The Better Dead Than Red Brigade are listening on the line
And the liberal, with a small L cries in front of the TV
And another demonstration passes on to history
Peace, bread, work, and freedom is the best we
can achieve
And wearing badges is not enough in days like these


Ideology
Billy Bragg

When one voice rules the nation
Just because they're on top of the pile
Doesn't mean their vision is the clearest
The voices of the people
Are falling on deaf ears
Our politicians all become careerists
They must declare their interests
But not their company cars
Is there more to a seat in parliament
Then sitting on your arse
And the best of all this bad bunch
Are shouting to be heard
Above the sound of ideologies clashing

Outside the patient millions
Who put them into power
Expect a little more back for their taxes
Like school books, beds in hospitals
And peace in our bloody time
All they get is old men grinding axes
Who've built their private fortunes
On the things they can rely
The courts, the secret handshake
The Stock Exchange and the old school tie
For God and Queen and Country
All things they justify
Above the sound of ideologies clashing

God bless the civil service
The nations saving grace
While we expect democracy
They're laughing in our face
And although our cries get louder
Their laughter gets louder still
Above the sound of ideologies clashing


Help Save The Youth Of America
Billy Bragg

Help save the youth of America
Help save them from themselves
Help save the sun-tanned surfer boys
And the Californian girls

When the lights go out in the rest of the World
What do our cousins say
They're playing in the sun and having fun, fun, fun
Till Daddy takes the gun away

From the Big Church to the Big River
And out to the Shining Sea
This is the Land of Opportunity
And there's a Monkey Trial on TV

A nation with their freezers full
Are dancing in their seats
While outside another nation
Is sleeping in the streets

Don't tell me the old, old story
Tell me the truth this time
Is the Man in the Mask or the Indian
An enemy or a friend of mine

Help save the youth of America
Help save the youth of the world
Help save the boys in uniform
Their mothers and their faithful girls

Listen to the voice of the soldier
Down in the killing zone
Talking about the cost of living
And the price of bringing him home

They're already shipping the body bags
Down by the Rio Grande
But you can fight for democracy at home
And not in some foreign land

And the fate of the great United States
Is entwined in the fate of us all
And the incident at Tschernobyl proves
The world we live in is very small

And the cities of Europe have burned before
And they may yet burn again
And if they do I hope you understand
That Washington will burn with them
Omaha will burn with them
Los Alamos will burn with them

Wow!, dj. Those "Billy" songs are better than any campaign speech that I have ever heard. Thank you, Canada.

There is no one on this cyber radio station who does NOT love his country, but in order to support her, we must be able to recognize her faults, and act accordingly and in concert with the rest of the world. Yes, that sounds utopian, but I believe that it can happen, folks.

Artist: Estradasphere
Song: A very intense battle
Album: Buck Fever


What does today bring
all is well, downtown
how will I help myself
to this land!

Battle!
cutting, gouging, slicing for God
the savages here are so very intense.
bathe in a fountain of blood
and sip victorious the divine plan.

War makes peace?
then it's all for sale.
buildings hold down the dead
this is what the eagle sees.

Battle!
So how's that coffee,
very intense?
tell me now, can you taste the blood.
Sunday we'll go for a hike
but Monday I'll destroy that forest.

There's no peace
only now we'll eat
from plastic and stone
this is what the eagle sees.

I'm scared to close my eyes
to hear the chanting below, downtown
we shall arise.

billy can write love songs too

Ontario, Quebec And Me
Billy Bragg

You don't need my Christmas cards
You already have my heart
This has been a holiday romance
Right from the very start

For we know how to spend the time
Who cares about the weather
We'll dance in the town till the sun goes down
And push our beds together

From the Land of the Midnight Sunglasses
To the Mountains of the Moon
You could never stay a day too long
Nor never come back too soon

And you know what a fool I am
With my short attention span
Flying in the rainy season too,
Nothing can keep me away from you

ah, folks. Don't you love it when we go from one genre to another? That was a winsome love song, dj.

I just read a fascinating review concerning Leonard Cohen and Neil Diamond. It was called, "Separated at Birth," with a sub topic of songs sung blue.

Let's hear it by Neil:

Song Sung Blue Lyrics (Neil Diamond)

Song sung blue, everybody knows one
Song sung blue, every garden grows one

Me and you are subject to
The blues now and then
But when you take the blues
And make a song
You sing 'em out again
You sing 'em out again

Song sung blue, weeping like a willow
Song sung blue, sleeping on my pillow
Funny thing,
But you can sing it with a cry in your voice
And before you know it get to feeling good
You simply got no choice

Me and you are subject to
The blues now and then
But when you take the blues
And make a song
You sing 'em out again

Song sung blue, weeping like a willow
Song sung blue, sleeping on my pillow
Funny thing,
But you can sing it with a cry in your voice
And before you know it start to feeling good
You simply got no choice

Song sung blue
Song sung blue
Funny thing,
But you can sing it with a cry in your voice

Well, it's time for a station break: This is cyberspace, WA2K radio.

true, love these two lines

You could never stay a day too long
Nor never come back too soon


interesting thought about neil and leonard

Well, dj. We once agreed that lyric poetry was written to be sung, Canada.

Incidentally, folks, this is where I read about Cohen and Diamond:

http://www.leonardcohenforum.com/viewtopic.php?p=63260&sid=5282dd906fe3e0307bdc00ac1230b9cd

In the interim, another antithesis

Artist: Raven
Song: Juggernaut


Sixty years of hate
Breaking down the gate
The object is to dominate
With subterfuge and lies
And absolute disguise
Will no one wake
Can no one see the writing on the wall
Relentless
In excess
Nothing lives and none can stand in its way
Crash course
Full force
Crushed before the mighty juggernaut
We got to stand and fight
This creature forged in fear
We got to make the message clear
With omnipresent eyes
The beast prepares to rise
Biding its time
Waiting until the moment comes to kill
Relentless
In excess
Nothing lives and none can stand in its way
Crash course
Full force
Crushed before the mighty juggernaut
Stand and fight
This creature forged in fear
We got to make the message clear
Relentless
In excess
Nothing lives and none can stand in its way
Crash course
Full force
Crushed before the mighty juggernaut
Relentless
In excess
Nothing lives and none can stand in its way
Crash course
Full force
Crushed before the mighty juggernaut

good evening !

since in canada we are turning back the clock tonight , there is a little more time for frivolity ! (next year canada will fall in line with the united states re. time-change !)

so how about "puttin' on the ritz "
hbg

performed by the 'palm court orchestra'


If you're blue and you don't know
where to go to why don't you go
where fashion sits
Puttin' on the Ritz
Different types who wear a day
coat pants with stripes and cutaway
coat perfect fits
Puttin' on the Ritz
Dressed up like a million-dollar trooper
Tryin' hard to look like Gary Cooper (super duper)
Come let's mix where Rockefellers
walk with sticks or um-ber-ellas
in their mitts
Puttin' on the Ritz

Have you seen the well-to-doUp and down Park AvenueOn that famous thoroughfareWith their noses in the airHigh hats, and arrow collarsWhite spats, and lots of dollarsSpending every dimeFor a wonderful time

If you're blue and you don't know
where to go to why don't you go
where fashion sits
Puttin' on the Ritz
Different types who wear a day
coat pants with stripes and cutaway
coat perfect fits
Puttin' on the Ritz
Dressed up like a million-dollar trooper
Tryin' hard to look like Gary Cooper (super duper)
Come let's mix where Rockefellers
walk with sticks or um-ber-ellas
in their mitts
Puttin' on the Ritz

(tap dance break)

Dressed up like a million-dollar trooperTryin' hard to look like Gary Cooper (super duper)
If you're blue and you don't know
where to go to why don't you go
where fashion sits
Puttin' on the Ritz
Puttin' on the Ritz
Puttin' on the Ritz
Puttin' on the Ritz

Hey, hamburger. Great song, buddy, and I have one to match and then dance off to sleep in my ritzy peignoir.

Forty-Second Street
Don Bestor
- words by Al Dubin, music by Harry Warren

Come and meet those dancing feet
On the avenue I'm taking you to
Forty-Second Street
Hear the beat of dancing feet
It's the song I love the melody of
Forty-Second Street
Little nifties from the fifties, innocent and sweet
Sexy ladies from the eighties, who are indiscreet
They're side by side, they're glorified
Where the underworld can meet the elite
Forty-Second Street

Come and meet those dancing feet
On the avenue I'm taking you to
Forty-Second Street
Hear the beat of dancing feet
It's the song I love the melody of
Forty-Second Street
Little nifties from the fifties, innocent and sweet
Sexy ladies from the eighties, who are indiscreet
They're side by side, they're glorified
Where the underworld can meet the elite
Naughty, bawdy, gawdy, sporty,
Forty-Second Street



From Letty with love

Good early morning, WA2K listeners and contributors. Woke up this morning listening to this song:

(John Moon Martin)

Whooaaaaa
The hot summer night fell like a net
I've got to find my baby yet
I need you to soothe my head
Turn my blue heart to red

Doctor, doctor, give me the news
I've got a bad case of lovin' you
No pill's gonna cure my ill
I've got a bad case of lovin' you

A pretty face don't make no pretty heart
I learned that, buddy, from the start
You think I'm cute, a little bit shy
Momma, I ain't that kind of guy

Doctor, doctor, give me the news
I got a bad case of lovin' you
No pill's gonna cure my ill
I got a bad case of lovin' you
Whooaaa

I know you like it, you like it on top
Tell me, momma, are you gonna stop?

You had me down, 21 to zip
Smile of Judas on your lip
Shake my fist, knock on wood
I've got it bad, and I've got it good

Doctor, doctor, gimme the news
I got a bad case of lovin' you
No pill's gonna cure my ill
I got a bad case of lovin' you

From Dr. House, of course.

Bobby Darin
Multiplication

When you see a gentleman bee
round a lady bee buzzin'
Just count to ten, then count again
there's sure to be an even dozen.

Multiplication … that's the name of the game
And each generation … they play the same.

Now, there was two butterflies castin' their eyes
both in the same direction
You'd never guess that one little yes
could start a butterfly collection.

Multiplication … that's the name of the game
And each generation … they play the same.

Let me tell ya now …

I say one and one is five
You can call me a silly goat
But, ya take two minks add two winks
Ah, … ya got one mink coat.

When a girl gets coy in front of a boy
after three or four dances
Ah, … you can just bet she'll play hard to get
to multiple her chances.

Multiplication … that's the name of the game
And each generation … you know they play the same.

Hear me talkin' to ya …

Mother Nature's a clever girl
She relies on habit
Ya take two hares with no cares
Pretty soon you got a room full of rabbits.

Parakeets in-between tweets
Sometimes get too quiet
Uh-oh, … but, have no fear ?'cause soon you'll hear
A parakeet's riot … just try it.

Multiplication … that's the name of the game
And every generation … you know they play the same.

Yes, … it's multiplication … that's the name of the game
And each generation … they play the same.
Lyrics Directory > Bobby Darin > Multiplication

Hey, You go, Pogo. <smile> and I played this one on your skewed lyrics, buddy, but let's hear it again:


If I could talk to the animals, just imagine it,
Chattin' with a chimp in chimpanzee,
Imagine talking to a tiger, chatting with a cheetah,
What a neat achievement it would be!

If we could talk to the animals, learn all their languages,
I could take an animal degree,
I'd study elephant and eagle, buffalo and beagle,
Alligator, guinea pig, and flea!

I would converse in polar bear and python,
And I would curse in fluent kangaroo,
If people ask me "can you speak rhinocerous?"
I'd say "of courserous! Can't you?"

If I conferred with our furry friends, man to animal,
Think of the amazing repartee
If I could walk with the animals, talk with the animals,
Grunt and squeak and squawk with the animals,
And they could talk to me!

If I consulted with quadrupeds
Think what fun we'd have asking over crocodiles for tea!
Or maybe lunch with two or three lions, walruses and sea lions
What a lovely place the world would be!

If I spoke slang to orangutans
The advantages why any fool on earth could plainly see!
Discussing Eastern art and dramas
With intellectual llamas
That's a big step forward you'll agree!

I'd learn to speak in antelope and turtle
And my Pekinese would be extremely good
If I were asked to sing in hippopotamus
I'd say "whynotamous?" and I would!

If I could parlay with pachyderms
It's a fairy tale worthy of Hans Anderson and Grimm
A man who walks with the animals and talks with the animals
Grunts and squeaks and squawks with the animals and they could talk to him!

Let me hear ?'em talk

I'd study every creature's language
So I could speak to all of them on site
If friends said "can he talk in crab or maybe pelican?"
You'd say "I canny can" and you'd be right!

And if you just stop and think of it
Ain't no doubt of it
I'm gonna win a place in history
If I could walk with the animals
Talk with the animals
Grunt, squeak, squawk with the animals
And they could squeak and squawk and speak and talk to me!

Good Morning and an Aba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab to all.

And a Happy 59th to Richard Dreyfuss; 58th to Kate Jackson; 39th to Rufus Sewell and 35th to Winona Ryder.

Well, there's our speckled pup with pictures. Great montage again, PA, and the only one that will remain a mystery to this PD is Rufus. Hope our hawkman is all right.

Guess I could do a little Mozart, but I can't seem to find the lyrics. <smile> Love his Turkish Rondo, however. Someone did a parody on that, but I have had no luck finding it, I'm afraid. It went something like:

Bang that pianner and make it hot, Mr. Mozart's turkey trot. Hey, I can still play that on piano only a mite slower.

Here's one by Mr. Sinatra that has been on my mind recently, listeners:

Frank Sinatra - If I Should Lose You Lyrics
(L.Robin, R.Rainger)
[Recorded April 17, 1984, New York]

If I should lose you, the stars would fall from the sky
If I should lose you, the leaves would wither and die
The birds in May-time would sing a mournful refrain
And I would wander around - hating the sound of rain
With you beside me, a rose would bloom in the snow
With you beside me, no winds of winter would blow
I gave you my love - and I was living a dream
But living would seem - in vain if I
Lost you.

Lovely song, that moves from minor to major and has unpredictable chord changes.

Hi Letty--dipping into a2k a little more regularly now, after a couple of months of mild catatonia.

Richard Dreyful was always one of my favorites. The scene in Goodbye Girl with him sitting on the bed, nude, with his guitar strategically placed in his lap, is one of the funniest I've ever seen.


Thinking of Joe Cocker...

What would you think if I sang out of tune,
Would you stand up and walk out on me?
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song
And I'll try not to sing out of key.

Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends

What do I do when my love is away
(Does it worry you to be alone?)
How do I feel by the end of the day,
(Are you sad because you're on your own?)

No, I get by with a little help from my friends
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends

Do you need anybody
I need somebody to love
Could it be anybody
I want somebody to love.

Would you believe in a love at first sight
Yes, I'm certain that it happens all the time
What do you see when you turn out the light
I can't tell you but I know it's mine,

Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends

Do you need anybody
I just need someone to love
Could it be anybody
I want somebody to love.

Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
With a little help from my friends.


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Diane, Welcome back. Love the Joe Cocker song, and I think the Beatles might have done that one as well. Hey, gal, you need to become a habit with us.<smile>

For you and that cowboy:

You're Getting To Be A Habit With Me Lyrics
by Diana Krall


Every kiss, every hug seems to
Act just like a drug
You're getting to be a habit with me

Let me stay in your arms,
I'm addicted to your charms
You're getting to be a habit with me

I used to think your love
Was something
That I could take or leave alone
But now I just can't do without
Me supply, I need you for my own

No I can't break away
I must have you every day
As regularly as coffee or tea
You've got me in your clutches
And I can't break free
You're getting to be a habit
With me-can't break it
You're getting to be a habit with me

Good afternoon, well, I think it is pm, what with all the time changes, I can't be sure…

(IF PARADISE IS) HALF AS NICE
AMEN CORNER Lyrics



If paradise is half as nice as heaven that you take me to
Who needs paradise, I'd rather have you

They say paradise is up in the stars
But I needn't sigh because it's so far
Cause I know it's where a heaven on earth
Will be where you are

A look from your eyes, touch from your hand
And I seem to fly to some other land
When you are around my heart always pounds
Just like a brass band

If paradise is half as nice as heaven that you take me to
Who needs paradise I'd rather have you
Oh yes I'd rather have you

La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
La la la
La la la la la
La la la la la

If paradise is half as nice as heaven that you take me to
Who needs paradise I'd rather have you
Oh yes I'd rather have you

La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
La la la
La la la la la
La la la la la

They say paradise is up in the stars
But I needn't sigh because it's so far
Cause I know it's where a heaven on earth
Will be where you are

A look from your eyes a touch from your hand
And I seem to fly to some other land
When you are around