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He lived on the outside of town
Hollis Brown
He lived on the outside of town
With his wife and five children
And his cabin fallin' down

You looked for work and money
And you walked a rugged mile
You looked for work and money
And you walked a rugged mile
Your children are so hungry
That they don't know how to smile

Your baby's eyes look crazy
They're a-tuggin' at your sleeve
Your baby's eyes look crazy
They're a-tuggin' at your sleeve
You walk the floor and wonder why
With every breath you breathe

The rats have got your flour
Bad blood it got your mare
The rats have got your flour
Bad blood it got your mare
If there's anyone that knows
Is there anyone that cares?

You prayed to the Lord above
Oh please send you a friend
You prayed to the Lord above
Oh please send you a friend
Your empty pockets tell yuh
That you ain't a-got no friend

Your babies are crying louder
It's pounding on your brain
Your babies are crying louder
It's pounding on your brain
Your wife's screams are stabbin' you
Like the dirty drivin' rain

Your grass it is turning black
There's no water in your well
Your grass is turning black
There's no water in your well
You spent your last lone dollar
On seven shotgun shells

Way out in the wilderness
A cold coyote calls
Way out in the wilderness
A cold coyote calls
Your eyes fix on the shotgun
That's hangin' on the wall

Your brain is a-bleedin'
And your legs can't seem to stand
Your brain is a-bleedin'
And your legs can't seem to stand
Your eyes fix on the shotgun
That you're holdin' in your hand

There's seven breezes a-blowin'
All around the cabin door
There's seven breezes a-blowin'
All around the cabin door
Seven shots ring out
Like the ocean's pounding roar

There's seven people dead
On a South Dakota farm
There's seven people dead
On a South Dakota farm
Somewhere in the distance
There's seven new people born

Bound For Glory
By Phil Ochs


D A7
He walked all over his own growin' land
D
From the New York island to the California sand
G D
He saw all the people that needed to be seen
A7 G D
Planted all the grass where it needed to be green

Em A D
And now he's bound for a glory all his own
Em A D
And now he is bound for glory

He wrote and he sang and he rode upon the rails
And he got on board when the sailors had to sail
He said all the words that needed to be said
He fed all the hungry souls that needed to be fed

(chorus)

He sang in our streets and he sang in our halls
And he was always there when the unions gave a call
He did all the jobs that needed to be done
He always stood his ground when a smaller man would run
(chorus)

And its Pastures of Plenty wrote the dustbowl balladeer
And This Land is Your Land, he wanted us to hear
And the risin' of the unions will be sung about again
And the Deportees live on through the power of his pen
(chorus)

Now they sing out his praises on every distant shore
But so few remember what he was fightin' for
Oh why sing the songs and forget about the aim?
He wrote them for a reason, why not sing them for the same
(chorus)

Oh my, but you have a pretty face
You favor I girl that I knew
I imagine that she's back in Tennessee
And by God, I should be there too
I've a sadness too sad to be true

But I left Tennessee in a hurry dear
In same way that I'm leaving you
Because love is mainly just memories
And everyone's got him a few
So when I'm gone I'll be glad to love you

At the Brand New Tennessee Waltz
You're literally waltzing on air
At the Brand New Tennessee Waltz
There's no telling who will be there

When I leave it will be like I found you love
Descending Victorian stairs
And I'm feeling like one of your photographs, girl
Trapped while I'm putting on airs
Getting even by saying Who cares

At the Brand New Tennessee Waltz
You're literally waltzing on air
At the Brand New Tennessee Waltz
There's no telling who will be there

So have all your passionate violins
Play a tune for a Tennessee kid
Who's feeling like leaving another town
But with no place to go if he did
Cause they'll catch you wherever you're hid

At the Brand New Tennessee Waltz
You're literally waltzing on air
At the Brand New Tennessee Waltz
There's no telling who will be there

Wow. Mighty powerful songs on WA2K this morning.

Some of today's birthday people: Karl Malden (95); Stephen Sondheim (77); Roger Whittaker (71); MathewModine (48) and Reese Witherspoon (31)





Artist: Roger Whittaker
Song: The Last Farewell
Album: Perfect Day
[" Perfect Day " CD]

There's a ship lies rigged and ready in the harbor
Tomorrow for old England she sails
Far away from your land of endless sunshine
To my land full of rainy skies and gales
And I shall be aboard that ship tomorrow
Though my heart is full of tears at this farewell

For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell

I've heard there's a wicked war a-blazing
And the taste of war I know so very well
Even now I see the foreign flag a-raising
Their guns on fire as we sail into hell
I have no fear of death, it brings no sorrow
But how bitter will be this last farewell

For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell

Though death and darkness gather all about me
My ship be torn apart upon the seas
I shall smell again the fragrance of these islands
And the heaving waves that brought me once to thee
And should I return home safe again to England
I shall watch the English mist roll through the dale

For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell

Good morning, WA2K contributors and listeners.

First I would like to thank edgar and dys for the great songs. A couple of those reminded me of Jacob Riis', "How the Other Half Lives." That may be true if a recession hits us, right?

Hey there, Raggedy. Great photo's, PA, and it's difficult to believe that Karl, Stephen, and Roger are in there 70's. As for the other two, Matthew and Reese, they are babies.

Glad you played that song, PA, 'cause that is one of BioBob's favorite. Hope he makes it into our studio today. He's been having trouble with his equipment.

I think most of us agree that Irving Berlin is possibly one of the best writers of song that ever wrote a note on manuscript. I found this little group, folks, so let's hear the montage. You do understand that these little classics are done ala Irving.

[Patter:]
[The Humoresque:]
While a string orchestra played
This lovely tune I met a maid
And from the start she set my brain a-whirl
But alas we parted soon
And now I love to hear this tune
For it reminds me of that certain girl

[Mendelsohn's Spring Song:]
Once I met a girlie at the close of spring
I began to woo her and she answered "Yes" that summer
But when I went out to buy the wedding ring
She left me flat and ran off with a drummer

[Massina's Elegy:]
While the cello moaned tenderly this melody
She said to me "I love you"
When the cello fellow was through he said "Adieu"
She said "Me too" and flew

[Offenbach's Barcarolle from "Tales of Hoffman":]
At the opera she said, "My dear
I love you with all my soul
While the singer's filled up my ear
With Offenbach's Barcarolle
When the music died away her love for me grew cold
And I found she told better tales
Than old Hoffman told

[Schubert Serenade:]
Once to a maid, this sweet serenade
I sang with feeling and grace
I vocalized just how much I prized
Her form and beautiful face
Said to say the maiden's husband
Came with a spade
And ruined my serenade

[Schumann's Traumerei:]
We met one evening at a dance
The band was playing, I was saying
Give me just a chance
She told me of a boy in France
And then she vanished and it banished
My romance.

Love it!

Karl Malden is 95 today, Letty. Can you believe it? Seems like only yesterday he was walking the waterfront.

I loved Dvorak's Humoresque as a kid, until one of my boyfriends sang:

Mabel, Mabel
Good and able
Get your elbows
Off the table.

Can't remember the rest of it, but that was enough. I think yours must be a different one.

Ah, Raggedy, I had forgotten that Karl was in On the Water Front, "...I could have been a contender...", right?

Aha, and I also know, thanks, to you, where this parody came from:

Passengers will please refrain
From using toilet while the train
Is standing in the station
I love you.

I recall Mabel but can go no further than what you have supplied.

Well, folks. I had hoped that our Bob would be here by now, but I am certain that he is all right.

I think I was getting Stephen confused with Sigmund and his operetta, The Desert Song.

Here's a nice one by the featured Sondheim:


You're always sorry
You're always grateful
You hold her thinking
I'm not alone
You're still alone

You don't live for her
You do live with her
You're scared she's starting
To drift away
And scared she'll stay

Good things get better
Bad get worse
Wait, I think I meant that in reverse

You're sorry-grateful
Regretful-happy
Why look for answers
Where none occur
You'll always be
What you always were
Which has nothing to do with
All to do with her

Nothing to do with
All to do with her.

Ah, the paradoxes of love. Are they not wonderful?

(Lennon/McCartney)

You say yes, I say no
You say stop and I say go go go, oh no
You say goodbye and I say hello
Hello hello
I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello
Hello hello
I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello

I say high, you say low
You say why and I say I don't know, oh no
You say goodbye and I say hello
(Hello goodbye hello goodbye) Hello hello
(Hello goodbye) I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello
(Hello goodbye hello goodbye) Hello hello
(Hello goodbye) I don't know why you say goodbye
(Hello goodbye) I say hello/goodbye

Why why why why why why do you say goodbye goodbye, oh no?

You say goodbye and I say hello
Hello hello
I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello
Hello hello
I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello

You say yes (I say yes) I say no (But I may mean no)
You say stop (I can stay) and I say go go go (Till it's time to go), oh
Oh no
You say goodbye and I say hello
Hello hello
I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello
Hello hello
I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello
Hello hello
I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello hello

Hela heba helloa
Hela heba helloa, cha cha cha
Hela heba helloa, wooo
Hela heba helloa, hela
Hela heba helloa, cha cha cha
Hela heba helloa, wooo
Hela heba helloa, cha cah cah (fade out)

Hey, edgar. Know that one, Texas, and I swear when you listen to it, they sound like the female of the species. That's why I was confused about Norwegian Wood, I think.

Speaking of confusion, I need to correct a slip. It's Sigmund Romberg that did The Desert Song. For all I know, it could have been Sigmund Freud.

Speaking of whom, folks.

Sigmund Freud's Impersonation Of Albert Einstein In America

The world of science is my game
And Albert Einstein is my name
I was born in Germany
And I'm happy yo be
Here in the land of the brave and the free

In the year of nineteen five
Merely trying to survive
Took my knapsack in my hand
Caught a train for Switzerland

America, America
God shed his grace on Thee
You have whipped the Philipino
Now you rule the Western Sea

Americans dream of gypsies, I have found
Gypsy knives and gypsy thighs
That pound and pound and pound and pound
And African appendages that almost reach the ground
And little boys playing baseball in the rain

America, America
Step out into the light
You're the best dream man has ever dreamed
And may all your Christmases be white

seems somedays everybody's looking for some one to save them
Oasis had one thought on the subject, Stabbing Westward had another

Wonderwall
Oasis

Today is gonna be the day
That they're gonna throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realised what you gotta do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do about you now
Backbeat the word was on the street
That the fire in your heart is out
I'm sure you've heard it all before
But you never really had a doubt
I don't believe that anybody feels
The way I do about you now

And all the roads we have to walk are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would
Like to say to you
But I don't know how

Because maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me ?
And after all
You're my wonderwall

Today was gonna be the day?
But they'll never throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realised what you're not to do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do
About you now

And all the roads that lead you there were winding
And all the lights that light the way are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
I don't know how

I said maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me ?
And after all
You're my wonderwall

I said maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me ?
And after all
You''re my wonderwall

Said maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
You're gonna be the one that saves me
You're gonna be the one that saves me


Save Yourself
Stabbing Westward

I know your life is empty
And you hate to face this world alone
So you're searching for an angel
Someone who can make you whole
I can not save you
I cant even save myself
So just save yourself

I know that you've been damaged
Your soul has suffered such abuse
But I am not your savior
I am just as f**ked as you
I am just as f**ked as you
I can not save you
I cant even save myself
So just save yourself

Please don't take pity on me
Please don't take pity on me
Please don't take pity on me
Please don't take pity on me

My life has been a nightmare
My soul is fractured to the bone
And if I must be lonely, I think Id rather be alone
I think Id rather be alone

You can not save me
You cant even save yourself
I can not save you
I cant even save myself
Save yourself
So just save yourself

Old Dan Tucker was a fine old man
He washed his face in the frying pan
He combed his hair with a wagon wheel
And died of the toothache in his heel

Chorus:
Get out the way for old Dan Tucker
He's too late to git his supper
Supper's over and dishes washed
Nothing left but a piece of squash

Old Dan Tucker went to town
Riding a mule and leading a hound
Hound barked and mule jumped
Threw old Dan right over a stump

Chorus

I come to town the other night
I hear the noise and saw the fight
The watchman was arunning around
Crying "Old Dan Tucker's come to Town"

Old Dan he went down to the mill
To get some meal to put in the swill
The miller swore by the point of his knife
He never see'd such a man in his life

Tucker is a nice old man
He used to ride our darby ram
He sent him whizzin' down the hill
If he hadn't got up, he'd lay there still

Chorus

Old Dan begun in early life
To play the bango and the fife
He play the children all to sleep
And then into his bunk he'd creep

Well, in North Carolina way back in the hills
Me and my old Pappy and he had him a still
He brewed white lightning til the sun went down
Then he'd fill him a jug and he'd pass it around
Mighty, mighty pleasin', Pappy's corn squeezing
Sssssssh, white lightning

Well, the G-men, T-men, Revenures too
Searching for the place were he made his brew
They were looking, tryng to book him
But my Pappy kept on cooking
Sssssssh, oooh, white lightning

Well, I asked my old Pappy why he called his brew
White lightning stead of Mountain Dew
I took a little sip and right away I knew
As my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue
Lightning started flashing, thunder started crashing
Sssssssh, ooo, white lightning

Yeah, the G-men, T-men, Revanures too
Searching for the place were he made his brew
They were looking, tryng too book him
My Pappy kept on cooking
Sssssssh, oooooh, white lightning

---- Instrumental Interlude

Well, a city slicker came and he said, I'm tough
I think I wanna taste that powerfull stuff
He took one swift slug and he drank it right down
And I heard him moaning as he hit the ground
Mighty, mighty pleasing your Pappys corn squeezing
Sssssssh, ooo, white lightning

Well, the G-men, T-men, Revanuers too
Searching for the place were he made his brew
They were looking, trying to book him
But my Pappy kept on cooking
Sssssssh, white lightning

George Jones

Transmission
Joy Division

Radio, live transmission.
Radio, live transmission.

Listen to the silence, let it ring on.
Eyes, dark grey lenses frightened of the sun.
We would have a fine time living in the night,
Left to blind destruction,
Waiting for our sight.

And we would go on as though nothing was wrong.
And hide from these days we remained all alone.
Staying in the same place, just staying out the time.
Touching from a distance,
Further all the time.

Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.

Well I could call out when the going gets tough.
The things that we've learnt are no longer enough.
No language, just sound, thats all we need know,
To synchronise
Love to the beat of the show.

And we could dance.

Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.

Hey, dj. Save me; save yourself, and then there is "...he has saved others; himself he could not save..." Know that one, Canada? Love that transmission song, incidentally

dys, you left off a verse of Old Dan.

Old Dan Tuckeer well he got drunk
Fell in the fire and he kicked up a chunk.
Hot coal of fire went down his shoe,
Great day in morning how the ashes flew.

Hey, edgar, them stills are still hot stuff. Thanks, buddy.

If we're going to do stills we need to find hills, right?


George Jones & Gene Pitney
Album: Blue Moon of Kentucky

Way back in the hills, when a boy, I once wandered
Buried deep in her grave lies a girl that I love
She was called from this earth, a jewel for heaven
More precious than diamonds more precious than gold.

A jewel here on earth, a jewel in heaven
She'll brighten the kingdom around God's great throne
May the angels have peace, God bless her in heaven
They've broken my heart and they left me to roam.

--- Instrumental ---

When a girl of sixteen, we courted each other
She promised someday to become my sweet wife
I bought her the ring to wear on her finger
But the angels they called her to heaven one night.

A jewel here on earth, a jewel in heaven
She'll brighten the kingdom around God's great throne
May the angels have peace, God bless her in heaven
They've broken my heart and they left me to roam...

Hey, if I missed any contributions, it's cause I'm thinkin' of Virginia. <smile>

COUNTRY PIE

Words and Music by Bob Dylan

Just like old Saxophone Joe
When he's got the hogshead up on his toe
Oh me, oh my
Love that country pie

Listen to the fiddler play
When he's playin' 'til the break of day
Oh me, oh my
Love that country pie

Raspberry, strawberry, lemon and lime
What do I care?
Blueberry, apple, cherry, pumpkin and plum
Call me for dinner, honey, I'll be there

Saddle me up my big white goose
Tie me on 'er and turn her loose
Oh me, oh my
Love that country pie

I don't need much and that ain't no lie
Ain't runnin' any race
Give to me my country pie
I won't throw it up in anybody's face

Shake me up that old peach tree
Little Jack Horner's got nothin' on me
Oh me, oh my
Love that country pie

Good morning, WA2K listeners and contributors.

edgar, I am continually amazed at the direction that creative people choose, and Bob Dylan is one of them.

Inspired by an article I read about decision making and the divergent thinkers of the world, I did a search on Phil Ochs. What a horror story for that man simply because he chose to be different.

I am beginning to think, folks, that Kurt Lewin's psychology of how people arrive at certain conclusions has been right all along.

A song by Phil

Days Of Decision

C
Oh, the shadows of doubt are in many a mind,
Am Dm G
Lookin' for an answer they're never gonna find,
Em Dm G
But they'd better decide 'cause they're runnin' out of time,
Dm G
For these are the days of decision.

Oh, the games of stalling you cannot afford,
Dark is the danger that's knocking on the door,
And the far-reaching rockets say you can't wait anymore,
For these are the days of decision.

In the face of the people who know they're gonna win,
There's a strength that's greater than the power od the wind,
And you can't stand around when the ice is growing thin,
For these are the days of decision.

I've seen your heads hinding 'neath the blankets of fear,
When the paths they are plain and the choices are clear,
But with each passing day, boys, the cost is more dear
For these are the days of decision.

There's many a cross that burns in the night,
And the fingers of the fire are pointing as they bite,
Oh you can't let the smoke keep on blinding all your sight,
For these are the days of decision.

Now the mobs of anger are roamin' the street,
From the rooftops they are aimin' at the police on the beat,
And in city after city you know they will repeat,
For these are the days of decision.

There's been warnin's of fire, warnin's of flood,
Now there's the warnin' of the bullet and the blood,
From the three bodies buried in the Mississippi mud,
Sayin' these are the days of decision.

There's a change in the wind, and a split in the road,
You can do what's right or you can do what you are told,
And the prize of the victory will belong to the bold,
Yes, these are the days of decision.

Ah, Phil Ochs - fond memories of an evening snuggling on a rug by an open fire with a bottle of red.

Changes

Sit by my side, come as close as the air,
Share in a memory of gray;
And wander in my words, dream about the pictures
That I play of changes.

Green leaves of summer turn red in the fall
To brown and to yellow they fade.
And then they have to die, trapped within
the circle time parade of changes.

Scenes of my young years were warm in my mind,
Visions of shadows that shine.
'Til one day I returned and found they were the
Victims of the vines of changes.

The world's spinning madly, it drifts in the dark
Swings through a hollow of haze,
A race around the stars, a journey through
The universe ablaze with changes.

Moments of magic will glow in the night
All fears of the forest are gone
But when the morning breaks they're swept away by
Golden drops of dawn, of changes.

Passions will part to a strange melody.
As fires will sometimes burn cold.
Like petals in the wind, we're puppets to the silver
strings of souls, of changes.

Your tears will be trembling, now we're somewhere else,
One last cup of wine we will pour
And I'll kiss you one more time, and leave you on
the rolling river shores of changes.

Sit by my side, come as close as the air,
Share in a memory of gray;
And wander in my words, dream about the pictures
That I play of changes.

Seems so long ago, Nancy

It seems so long ago,
Nancy was alone,
looking at the Late Late show
through a semi-precious stone.
In the House of Honesty
her father was on trial,
in the House of Mystery
there was no one at all,
there was no one at all.

It seems so long ago,
none of us were strong;
Nancy wore green stockings
and she slept with everyone.
She never said she'd wait for us
although she was alone,
I think she fell in love for us
in nineteen sixty one,
in nineteen sixty one.

It seems so long ago,
Nancy was alone,
a forty five beside her head,
an open telephone.
We told her she was beautiful,
we told her she was free
but none of us would meet her in
the House of Mystery,
the House of Mystery.

And now you look around you,
see her everywhere,
many use her body,
many comb her hair.
In the hollow of the night
when you are cold and numb
you hear her talking freely then,
she's happy that you've come,
she's happy that you've come.

Leonard Cohen

Imur. Welcome back, Irish. Believe it or not, buddy, I can see that picture of you on a rug in front of the fire with a bottle of red and listening to Phil. The line, "...share in a memory of gray..." is particularly poignant.

Hey, edgar, and it seems so long ago that I played this one while dys and Diane were in Europe, so I am going to dedicate it to them once again:

Suzanne
(Leonard Cohen)

Suzanne takes you down
To the place by the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night forever
And you know that she's half crazy
And that's why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China
And just when you want to tell her
That you have no love to give her
She gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you've always been her lover

And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you'll trust her
For she's touched your perfect body with her mind

And Jesus was a sailor when he walked upon the water
And He spent a long time watching
From a lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said, all men shall be sailors, then,
Until the sea shall free them
But He, himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone