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[quote]Bill needed a horse to ride on the big roundup. "Well," said Chuck, "there s a wild stallion in the mountains that some folks call Lightning. Others think the name Widow-maker suits him better. But no matter what you call him, he's the fastest, most beautiful horse in he world".
Bill went off in search of Lightning. As soon as he saw him, Bill knew he'd found the horse for him. Bill chased Lightning north to the Arctic Circle... and south to the bottom of the Grand Canyon. Finally he cornered the stallion and jumped onto its back. Lightning exploded from the canyon, leaping and bucking across three states. Then Bill began to sing in the language he had learned from his coyote family. He sang of his admiration for the stallion's strength and promised him a lifetime of partnership and devotion.
When Bill was done singing, he offered the horse its freedom, but Lightning chose to follow him forever. [/quote]

I adore the French language, Francis. Thank you for the translation.

Bob, I do believe that you're the reincarnation of "Cowboy from Boston". I'll fill you in on that later.

Speaking of widow-makers:

Piebald paint was the devil's saint,
His eyes were firey red.
Ten men have tried that horse to ride,
And all of them are dead.

Well, I won't brag but I rode that nag,
Til his blood began to boil.
Then I hit the ground and I ate ten pounds,
Of good old Western soil.

Aye lad don't you make me mad,
I'm the devil's great grandson,
And I done my best just to rule the west
With a great big forty-four gun.

Folks, my dad was an honest-to-goodness cowboy,
And as a wee thing, I always tuned in to cowboy songs.

Well, how about that, listeners. Francis has another side to that legend, and he's quick as well.

Riddle for the day:

My tynes be long,
My tynes be short,
My tynes appear,
Before report.

What am I?

Hint to the riddle: what has tynes/tines, and comes on the heels of Francis' horse's name.

Here's a song dedicated to our Raggedy: Must do it from memory--

Night's are long, oh, so long on the prairie,
Got to get me somebody to love.
One who'll be with me there on the prairie,
One who'll walk with me hand in glove.

If she doesn't know who did this, and from what movie,
I'll--I'll--I'll be surprised.

Just dropped in to see how things on the ranch are going and I saw, I can't believe it, Gregory Peck's song to Jennifer Jones in Duel in the Sun. Did I talk about that at one time or is Letty reading minds again?

Lust in the dust, honey. I'm quite good at reading minds. I can here Gregory singing that song and playing the acoustic guitar as we speak. <smile>

Would you rather I attribute it to your remarkable memory, or ESP, or mind-reading, Letty?

I, too ,can hear Gregory singing that and remember how the song fell flat, because just as Pearl was about to give in and come out of the house to meet him, Joseph Cotten payed an unexpected visit. (lol)

Heh! Heh!, Raggedy. That cotton man was always throwing a spanner in the works. I do believe he did that very thing in Hush Hush Sweet Charlotte.

One thing just leads to another, doesn't it, listeners. Francis' alternate horse name; my riddle; Raggedy's romanticism; I do believe we are in possession of universal thought here.

Oh, and I forgot Gus' goats.

good evening from the great state of Virginia.
Wa2k is fascinating, isn't it? Just a few pages ago there was the discussion of the derivation of "The Streets of Loredo." Yall veered off onto other subjects, but I did want to say this: if you ever want to study a song, my nomination would be Mack the Knife. A dark song, from Europe originally, with lyrics twisted and turned.

Good evening, again. I didn't use the word "macabre" to describe the song Mack the Knife.. I was, and am, only suggesting that this song, like the song discussed earlier, has a lot of history behind it. Dark? yes, I'll stick with dark.

Then dark it shall be, John of Virginia. On another thread, the idea of democracy and the masses came up. I remembered the night that Thoreau spent in jail. Would you believe that the play's co-author was someone named Robert E. Lee?

Hey, we're an equal opportunity radio here:

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, ..... "

original lyrics by Robby Robinson.

and it's quite dark here in Florida.

Now it's Francis' turn--Joan of Arc/ Jean D'ark <smile>

Incidentally, the answer to the riddle was, Lightening.

just some songs tonight

Teenage Dirtbag

Her name is Noel
I have a dream about her
She rings my bell.
I got gym class in half an hour,
Oh how she rocks
In Keds and tube socks..
But she doesn't know who I am.
And she doesn't give a damn about me
Cuz I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
Yeah I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
Listen to Iron Maiden, baby...with me. Ooh.
Her boyfriend's a dick
He brings a gun to school
He'd simply kick my ass if he knew the truth.
He lives on my block
And drives a iRoc
And he doesn't know who I am
And he doesn't give a damn about me
cuz I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby
Yeah, I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby.
Listen to Iron Maiden, baby...with me. Ooh.
Ooh yeah...dirtbag.
No she doesn't know what she's missin'.
man I feel like mold
It's prom night and I am lonely
lo and behold
She's walkin' over to me
this must be fake
My lip starts to shake
How does she know who I am?
Why does she give a damn about me?
I've got two tickets to Iron Maiden, baby.
Come with me Friday, don't say maybe.
I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby...like you. ooh.
ooh yeah...dirtbag.
No she doesn't know what she's missin'.

**********

My Own Worst Enemy

Can we forget about the things I said when I was drunk?
I didn't mean to call you that
I can't remember what was said or what you threw at me
Please tell me,

Please tell me why
My car is in the front yard
And I'm
sleeping with my clothes on
I came in through the window
last night
and you're gone...gone

It's no surprise to me I am my own worst enemy
'Cause every now and then I kick the living **** out of me
The smoke alarm is going off, and there's a cigarette
Still burning

Please tell me why
My car is in the front yard
And I'm
sleeping with my clothes on
I came in through the window
last night
and you're gone...gone [x2]

It's no surprise to me I am my own worst enemy
'Cause every now and then I kick the living **** out of me
Can we forget about the things I said when I was drunk
I didn't mean to call you that

**********

Someone Who's Cool

in natural selection
I've avoided all detection
and the tender bits underneath
all with window dressing and
calculated guessing
and a bark bigger than my teeth

It was the suit that got me the gig
It was the tear that got me the girl
I'm a sheep in this wolf's clothing
I'm a picture that I'm holding
of someone who is cool

soul like a thimble
swallowed up in symbols
wanting what I don't need
if sympathy's the answer
I'll have temporary cancer
but that's not what I'll have you believe

It was the suit that got me the gig
It was the tear that got me the girl
I'm a sheep in this wolf's clothing
I'm a picture that I'm holding
of someone who is cool
someone who is cool

close but kind of meatless
like actors who play Jesus
in movies of the week
What other people wish for
oozes from my every pore
I'm the coffee not the sleep

and I'm the song about the song
that once said something new
I'm a scandal that's unfolding
I'm a picture that I'm holding
of someone who is cool
someone who is cool

**********

The House At The Top Of The Tree

There's a house at the top of a tree
There's a house at the top of a tree
In the house there's a room
In the room there's a chair
And sitting in the chair is you
There's a nose at the end of a snout
Of a dog with his head out the window
Of a car that's driving away from the tree
And at the top of a tree there's a house
And in the house there's a room and in the room
There's a chair and in the chair is you
There's a plan to eat the house
In the mind of a mouse in the woods
And the mouse in the woods has a smell that's detected
By the nose at the end of a snout of a dog
And the dog has his head out the window of a car
And the car is driving away from the tree
And at the top of a tree there's a house
And in the house there's a room and in the room
There's a chair and in the chair is you
There are no more potato chips left
In the empty bag in your hand
And the crumpling sound of the empty bag
Makes the mice get mad
And when the mice get mad
It leads to a plan to eat the house
And the plan's in the mind of the mouse in the woods
And the mouse in the woods has a smell that's detected
By the nose at the end of a snout of a dog
And the dog has his head out the window of a car
And the car is driving away from the tree
And at the top of a tree there's a house
And in the house there's a room and in the room
There's a chair and in the chair is you
And the reason there are no more chips
In the empty bag in your hand
Is that the crumpling sound of the empty bag
Makes the mice get mad
Which leads to a plan
To eat the house
But just in time
The dog arrives
To give to the mouse
The potato chips
That you took from the bag
And gave to the dog
To deliver to the mouse
So the mouse would not eat you

Nice to see our dee jay back again and singing about dirt bags..lol.

Glad to see you're straight and sober and not hung over.

From the play, Ain't Misbehaving:

The song was written by Fats Waller a long time ago

It has a great chord structure if you have the time to learn it

Ain't Misbehavin'
G-G#dim-Am7-D7
[G]No one to [G#dim]talk with, [Am7]all by my[A#dim]self
[Bm7]No one to [Cdim]walk with but I'm [Cmaj]happy on the
[C#dim]shelf
[G]Ain't misbe[Em7]havin' [Am7]savin' my [D7]loving for
[G]you[G#dim][Am7][D7]

I know for certain, you're the one I love
There's no more flirtin' it's you I'm thinkin' of
Ain't misbehavin' savin' my lovin' for you[G][C][G][B7]

[Em7]Like Jack Horner, [C]in the corner [Em7]don't go nowhere
[E7]What do I care
[A7]Your kisses are worth waiting [Am7]for......[D7]believe me

I don't stay out late nowhere to go
I'm home about eight, just me and my radio
Ain't misbehavin' savin' my lovin' for you.

That was courtesy of Hank Williams, Jr.

Atlantis - Donovan

(Spoken)
The continent of Atlantis was an island
Which lay before the great flood
In the area we now call the Atlantic Ocean
So great an area of land
That from her western shores
Those beautiful sailors journeyed
To the South and the North Americas with ease
In their ships with painted sails

To the East Africa was a neighbour
Across a short strait of sea miles
The great Egyptian age
Is but a remnant of The Atlantian culture
The antediluvian kings colonised the world
All the Gods who play in the mythological dramas
In all legends from all lands were from fair Atlantis
Knowing her fate, Atlantis sent out ships
To all corners of the Earth
On board were the Twelve
The poet, the physician
The farmer, the scientist
The magician and the other
So-called Gods of our legends
Though Gods they were
And as the elders of our time choose to remain blind
Let us rejoice and let us sing and dance
And ring in the new
Hail Atlantis


Way down below the ocean
Where I wanna be
She may be

Way down below the ocean
Where I wanna be
She may be

Way down below the ocean
Where I wanna be
She may be

Way down below the ocean
Where I wanna be
She may be

Way down below the ocean
(She may, she may, she may, she may)
(She may, she may, she may)
Where I wanna be
(She may, she may, she may)
She may be

My antediluvian babe
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I wanna see you some day
My antediluvian babe
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My antediluvian babe

My antediluvian babe
I love you, girl
Girl, I wanna see you some day
My antediluvian babe, oh yeah
I wanna see you some day, oh
My antediluvian babe

My antediluvian babe
I wanna see you
My antediluvian babe
Gotta tell me where she gone
I wanna see you some day
Wake up, wake up
Wake up, wake up, oh yeah

Oh, glub, glub, down, down, yeah
My antediluvian, babe
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

my first exposure to ain't misbehavin' was courtesy of leon redbone


he also did a great version of walking stick

Take away my high hat
Take away my favorite tie
Take away my white spats
I'll still get by
But my walking stick
You simply must let that be
I mean you can't take that away from me

Without my walking stick
I'd go insane
Can't look my best
I'd feel undressed
Without my cane

Must have my walking stick
'Cause it may rain
And when it pours
Can't be outdoors
Without my cane

If I ever left my house without my walking stick
It would just be something I could never explain

The thing that makes me click
On Lovers' Lane
Would go for naught
If I were caught
Without my cane

I was raised in the Cookson Hills
Where the smoke gives away the stills,
And the old folks tell their stories to the young.
They talk about Pretty Boy whose real name was Charles Floyd,
And they say the first toy he played with was a gun.
CHORUS: But, everybody kept him hid
For the good things that he did,
'Cuase everybody was his friend in Sequoyah County.

In the year of '29, in the hard depression times,
Pretty Boy had a run-in with the law;
A handsome man at twenty-one he was friends with everyone
Except the man who owned the bank at Sallisaw.

It was early in the fall when a good man of the law
Lay dying where somebody shot him down.
Though the evidence was thin when they brought the verdict in,
They gave Pretty Boy fifteen long years in the pen.

In an Oklahoma town, Pretty Boy rolled and hit the ground
Through the window of the train that was prison bound.
Two long years was hit and miss and he was at the top of the list;
Pretty Boy made Enemy No. One.

On an Ohio farm, he took refuge in a barn
'Cause the law meant to do some harm
To Pretty Boy Floyd.
'Cross an open field he ran,
Why he did, we don't understand;
That's when death shook the hand of Pretty Boy Floyd.

A bunch of people sang it but my earliest memory is by Gene Autry.

You Are My Sunshine

The other night dear, as I lay sleeping,
I dreamt I held you in my arms,
When I awoke dear, I was mistaken,
And I hung my head and I cried,

(Chorus)

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,
You make me happy when skies are gray.
You'll never know dear, how much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away.

I told you once dear, I'd always love you,
If you would only stay the same,
And if you leave me to love another,
You'll regret it all some day.

(Chorus)

You told me once dear, you'd always love me,
And no one else would come between,
But now you left me to love another,
You have shattered all my dreams.

(Chorus)

The Ray Charles made you are my sunshine rock! Hehheh.