WA2K Radio is now on the air

There's our Raggedy, folks, with her collage of celebs; another trio, I see, PA. Thanks once again for putting face to name.

Kit, Ava, and Ricky. Quite a combo, and what a surprise to learn of the strange proclivities in their lives. I suppose, folks, were we to be in the spotlight, we might discover strange things lurking within the sub conscious.

From Ricky:

I Am Made Of You


I came a long way From out of nowhere I stand before you
All alone Like a wolf's cry in the distance
I heard the calling Of your soul
Oh... I hear you cryin'


[CHORUS:] With your love Show me how to live
'Cause you are made of me
And I am made of you With your life
Show me how to give You are made of me
And I am made of you

We'll walk together
Through the fire
Through the darkness
To the sun
Like two raging rivers full of passion
At the ocean We are one
Oh... I hear you cryin'

[REPEAT CHORUS]

I am made of you You are made of me
And everything you are
Is what I'm meant to be I am made of you
You are made of me And everything I am
Is what you made of me Oh... I hear you crying
Oh... Through the darkness To the light:

[CHORUS]

With your heart
Show me what is true
'Cause you are made of me
And I am made of you With your soul
Walk my spirit through
You are made of me
And I am made of you
Oh... I hear you crying through the darkness, through the light

a joyous Christmas Eve to all.

Be happy!

All I Want For Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth
Every body stops
and stares at me
These two teeth are
gone as you can see
I don't know just who
to blame for this catastrophe!
But my one wish on Christmas Eve
is as plain as it can be!

All I want for Christmas
is my two front teeth,
my two front teeth,
see my two front teeth!

Gee, if I could only
have my two front teeth,
then I could with you
"Merry Christmas."
It seems so long since I could say,
"Sister Susie sitting on a thistle!"

Gosh oh gee, how happy I'd be,
if I could only whistle (thhhh)

All I want for Christmas
is my two front teeth,
my two front teeth,
see my two front teeth.
Gee, if I could only
have my two front teeth,
then I could wish you
"Merry Christmas!"

Well, Try. All Britney wants for Christmas is......




Last night I took a walk in the snow
Couples holding hands, places to go
Seems like everyone but me is in love
Santa can you hear me?

I signed my letter that I sealed with a kiss
I sent it off, and it just said this:
I know exactly what I want this year
Santa can you hear me?
I want my baby, baby
I want someone to love me, someone to hold
Maybe, baby
He'll be all my own in a big red bow

Santa can you hear me?
I have been so good this year
and all I want is one thing
Tell me my true love is near
He's all I want, just for me
Underneath my Christmas tree
I'll be waiting here
Santa, that's my only wish this year

Oh yeah...yeah

Christmas eve, I just can't sleep
Would I be wrong in taking a peek?
Cuz I heard that you're coming to town
Santa can you hear me?

I really hope that you're on your way
With something special for me in your sleigh
Oh please make my wish come true
Santa can you hear me?
I want my baby, baby
I want someone to love me, someone to hold
Maybe, baby
We'll be all alone, under the mistletoe

Santa can you hear me?
I have been so good this year
And all I want is one thing
Tell me my true love is near
He's all I want, just for me
Underneath my Christmas tree
I'll be waiting here
Santa, that's my only wish this year

I hope my letter reaches you in time (oh yeah)
Bring me a love I can call all mine (oh yeah)
Cuz I have been so good this year (oh)
I can't be alone under the mistletoe...
He's all I want in a big red bow

Santa can you hear me?
I have been so good this year
And all I want is one thing (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Tell me my true love is near
He's all I want, just for me
Underneath my Christmas tree
I'll be waiting here (oh yeah)
Santa, that's my only wish this year

Ahh...Oh Santa, can you hear me, oh, oh Santa
Well he's all I want, just for me
Underneath my Christmas tree
I'll be waiting here (oh yeah)
Santa that's my only wish this year

Santa that's my only wish this year

My computer has crashed. Will only be on the board when I can use other folks' computers, for now.

Ah, Pogo. That has happened to me thrice.

For you:


CRASH TEST DUMMIES

"Winter Song"

I can't say that I miss my old dog much
And I've never looked back since I left home long ago
But I hoped a trip into the country
Would help remind me all the things I used to know

That's what I came for
That's what I hoped for

There once was good blood in the breeze here
We rode across the lake each new year
What have I remembered
What did this used to be

The ice, it used to shine upon our river
It was a mirror that the cold dark water ran way deep beneath
And here were many years of winter drownings
I kept track of these things as they were told to me

And that's what I looked for
That's what I came for...

The changes of the year were once a blessing
Well this year they're the seasons of my discontent
But I cannot rewrite my old diaries
I can only recall all the things that came & went

But that's what I'd come for
And that's what I'd hoped for...

christmas greetings to one and all from canada .
here on lake ontario it's mild and sunny , so to show the "true canada" here is a picture from "moose factory" on hudson's bay - we have visited there in the summer . access is only by train or plane , no road access !
we took the "polar bear express" to go up there .
hbg

"ice hockey - home style - in moose factory"


"polar bear express on the rails to moosenee - rail point for moose factory"

Love those photo's, hamburger. Now we have a polar bear and a moose to enjoy.

Good memories for you, and here is a wonderful memory for me. This song was a tradition for Bud, my son, my daughter, and me. We sang it every Christmas Eve, a capella.

Please keep in mind, folks, that the "Gloria part was carried out in prolonged syllables and decibels. <smile>

Angels we have heard on high


Angels we have heard on high
Sweetly singing o'er the plains,
And the mountains in reply
Echoing their joyous strains.
Refrain
Gloria, in excelsis Deo!
Gloria, in excelsis Deo!

Shepherds, why this jubilee?
Why your joyous strains prolong?
What the gladsome tidings be
Which inspire your heavenly song? Refrain

Come to Bethlehem and see
Christ whose birth the angels sing;
Come, adore on bended knee,
Christ the Lord, the newborn King. Refrain

See Him in a manger laid,
Whom the choirs of angels praise;
Mary, Joseph, lend your aid,
While our hearts in love we raise. Refrain


Words: Traditional French carol;
trans. James Chadwick, 1862.

You may listen if you like:

http://www.oremus.org/hymnal/a/a290.html

from my favourite christmas cd :
"it's a spike jones christmas"
(spike jones , his wife helen , his kids and his band let loose with "joyful noise " ).

ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS MY TWO FRONT TEETH - Spike Jones & His City
Slickers

All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth (thweeth)
My two front teeth (thweeth)
My two front teeth. (thweeth)
Gee, if I could only have my two front teeth (thweeth)
Then I could wish you Merry Christmas.

It seems so long since I could say:
"Sister Susie sitting on the front steps."
Every time I try to speak all I do is whistle: ssssssss.

All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth
My two front teeth (thweeth)
My two front teeth.
Gee, if I could only have my two front teeth (thweeth)
Then I could wish you Merry Christmas

Love it, hbg. Now you and our Try can sing a duet.



That's you on my left and Try on my right.

Ding dong merrily on high,
In heav'n the bells are ringing:
Ding dong! verily the sky
Is riv'n with angel singing.
Gloria, Hosanna in excelsis!

E'en so here below, below,
Let steeple bells be swungen,
And "Io, io, io!"
By priest and people sungen.
Gloria, Hosanna in excelsis!

Pray you, dutifully prime
Your matin chime, ye ringers;
May you beautifully rime
Your evetime song, ye singers.
Gloria, Hosanna in excelsis!

sorry , can't hear you , letty !
my ears are ringing from all the dings and dongs!
have yourself a merry , merry christmas ...
hbg

ps. the dogs approved of the turkey ... they would like to be left alone with the rest of the turkey for about ten mimutes - their eyes are pleading !

Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd
Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd
Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd
But you can be happy if you've a mind to

Ya can't take a shower in a parakeet cage
Ya can't take a shower in a parakeet cage
Ya can't take a shower in a parakeet cage
But you can be happy if you've a mind to

All ya gotta do is put your mind to it
Knuckle down, buckle down, do it, do it, do it

Well, ya can't go a-swimmin' in a baseball pool
Ya can't go swimmin' in a baseball pool
Ya can't go swimmin' in a baseball pool
But you can be happy if you've a mind to

Ya can't change film with a kid on your back
Ya can't change film with a kid on your back
Ya can't change film with a kid on your back
But you can be happy if you've a mind to

Ya can't drive around with a tiger in your car
Ya can't drive around with a tiger in your car
\Ya can't drive around with a tiger in your car
But you can be happy if you've a mind to

All ya gotta do is put your mind to it
Knuckle down, buckle down do it, do it, do it

Well, ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd
Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd
Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd
But you can be happy if you've a mind to

Ya can't go fishin' in a watermelon patch
Ya can't go fishin' in a watermelon patch
Ya can't go fishin' in a watermelon patch
But you can be happy if you've a mind to

Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd
SPOKEN: "Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd"
FADE
Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd

Hey, hgb. put some cotton in those ears.

You're right, cowboy, you can't and you don't............


Mess Around With Jim

(As recorded by Jim Croce)
JIM CROCE

Uptown got its hustlers
The bowery got its bums
Forty Second Street got Big Jim Walker
He a pool shootin' son of a gun
Yeah he big and dumb as a man can come
But he's stronger than a country hoss
And when the bad folks all get together at night
You know they all call Big Jim boss, just because

And they say you don't tug on Superman's cape
You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask off an 'ole Lone Ranger
And you don't mess around with Jim

Well outa South Alabama come a country boy
He said I'm lookin' for a man named Jim
I am a pool shootin' boy, my name is Willie McCoy
But down home they call me Slim
Yeah I'm lookin' for the king of Forty Second Street
He drive an old drop-top Cadillac
And last week he took all my money, and it may sound funny
But I've come to get my money back
And everybody say Jack, ooh don't you know

That you don't tug on Superman's cape
You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask off an 'ole Lone Ranger
And you don't mess around with Jim

Well a hush fell over the pool room
And Jimmy come boppin' in off the street
And when the cuttin' was done
The only part that wasn't bloody was the soles of
The big man's feet, woah
Yeah he were cut in 'bout a hundred places
And he was shot in a couple more
And you better believe they sung a different kind of story
When a Big Jim hit the floor, aw

Now they say you don't tug on Superman's cape
You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask off an 'ole Lone Ranger
And you don't mess around with Slim

(Spoken)
Yeah Big Jim got his hat, find out where it's at
And it's not hustling people strange to you
Even if do got a two piece custom made pool cue...yea

Now they say you don't tug on Superman's cape
You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask off an 'ole Lone Ranger
And you don't mess around with Slim.

Pogues
Fairytale of New York

It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won't see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you

Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling
This year's for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true

They've got cars big as bars
They've got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It's no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me

You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging,
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night

The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day

You're a bum
You're a punk
You're an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it's our last

I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you

Happy crimbo to all!!!

Rather than a drunk tank, Try, you can be our think tank. I haven't had any mountain dew in a coon's age. (whatever that may be)

Tanks, for the fairy tale from New York, buddy. <smile>

Hey, how about a little Three Dog Night:



Jeremiah was a bull frog
Was a good friend of mine
I never understood a single word he said
But I helped him a-drink his wine
And he always had some mighty fine wine

Singin'
{Refrain}
Joy to the world
All the boys and girls, now
Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea
Joy to you and me

If I were the King of the world
Tell you what I'd do
I'd throw away the cars and the bars and the wars
And make sweet love to you

Sing it now
{Refrain}

You know I love the ladies
Love to have my fun
I'm a high night flier and a rainbow rider
And a straight-shooting son of a gun
I said a staight shootin son of a gun

Hi Letty, hi everybody,

The King



Maybe I didn't treat you

Quite as good as I should have

Maybe I didn't love you

Quite as often as I could have

Little things I should have said and done

I just never took the time


You were always on my mind

You were always on my mind


Tell me, tell me that your sweet love hasn't died

Give me, give me one more chance

To keep you satisfied, satisfied


Maybe I didn't hold you

All those lonely, lonely times

And I guess I never told you

I'm so happy that you're mine

If I make you feel second best

Girl, I'm sorry I was blind


You were always on my mind

You were always on my mind


Tell me, tell me that your sweet love hasn't died

Give me, give me one more chance

To keep you satisfied, satisfied


Little things I should have said and done

I just never took the time

You were always on my mind

You are always on my mind

You are always on my mind

Good morning, WA2K listeners and contributors, and a Merry Christmas; Happy Holidays to all.

navigator, that is a delightful song and the "King" looks just as I remembered him. Thank you, dear.

and another from Elvis, who is probably in a building somewhere.


Can't Help Falling in Love
~ Elvis Presley

(George Weiss - Hugo Peretti - Luigi Creatore)

Wise men say only fools rush in
But I can't help falling in love with you
Shall I stay, would it be a sin
If I can't help falling in love with you

Like a river flows surely to the sea
Darling so it goes
Some things are meant to be

Take my hand, take my whole life too
For I can't help falling in love with you

Like a river flows surely to the sea
Darling so it goes
Some things are meant to be

Take my hand, take my whole life too
For I can't help falling in love with you
For I can't help falling in love with you.

The best present that I can possibly have is that my son seems to be recovering and sounds strong.

I'm happy for you Letty, and MerryChristmas all. Send my best wishes to

your son.

My brother is having this annoying fever. I think the hero is coming back

again !

Merry Christmas, letty. Good news about your son. I am only able to post from borrowd computers for now.

Thank you, edgar and navigator.

For those who are ill this Christmas, a moment of silence and loving concern.

For Jean and for our navigator's father and brother.

Think Good Thoughts

Being sick has a mental part,
So use your head to cure you.
Thinking good thoughts is the way to start,
And smiling works, I assure you.

Keep up your spirits to cheer yourself;
Don't let the gloomies win.
A happy soul will get well fast,
And right now is the time to begin.

By Karl Fuchs


I only have to make one thing today, folks, and that is my mom's cornbread dressing. There is no way that it can be duplicated, but mine is not bad.

Sorry, it's a secret recipe. ; however, since I do not have a dog, I don't have to worry about his telling all.

Osso buco and Roger will be here for dinner today, Osso is making somthing pasta with beef. I am sure it will be a treat to remember.