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Kelly LeBrock (born March 24, 1960, in New York, New York, USA) is a British actress and supermodel (measurements 34-24-34 (in 1982)), best known for her acting debut in The Woman in Red, and later on in the film, Weird Science. She was married to fellow actor Steven Seagal from 1987 to 1996, with whom she had three children, Annaliza, Dominick, and Arrisa. She was the Pantene spokeswoman who spoke what would become the pop-culture phrase, "Don't hate me because I'm beautiful."

Although LeBrock was born in New York, she was raised in London. She is the daughter of a French-Canadian father and an Irish mother.

Kelly began her career as a model at the age of sixteen. She went on to appear on hundreds of covers and magazines including a Christian Dior ad. Kelly also became one of Eileen Ford's most sought-after models.

LeBrock gave up her acting career in order to raise her children, and experienced a notable weight gain over the years. In 2005, expressing a desire to lose weight and restart her film career (as indicated in an interview for Entertainment Tonight), LeBrock was a contestant on VH-1's Celebrity Fit Club 3. She was captain of the team "Kelly's Bellies" on the show.

Ed was in trouble. He forgot his wedding anniversary. His wife was
really angry. She told him "Tomorrow morning, I expect to find a gift
in the driveway that goes from 0 to 200 in less than 6 seconds AND IT
BETTER BE THERE!".

The next morning, Ed got up early and left for work.

When his wife woke up, she looked out the window and sure enough, there
was a box gift-wrapped in the middle of the driveway. Confused, the
wife put on her robe and ran out to the driveway, brought the box back
in the house.

She opened it and found a brand new bathroom scale.

Ed has been missing since Friday.

Good morning, hawkman. Thanks for the celeb bio's and the morning smile, honey. I need to get me some of those scales.

Our Raggedy will be along shortly and she will have those photo's that we have come to know and love. Until then, listeners....

Sheryl Crow
Steve McQueen

Well I went to bed in Memphis
And I woke up in Hollywood
I got a quarter
in my pocket
And I'd call you if I could
But I don't know why
I gotta fly
I wanna rock and roll this party
I still wanna have some fun
I wanna leave you feeling breathless
Show you how the west was won
But I gotta fly
I gotta fly o

[CHORUS:]
Like Steve McQueen
All I need's a fast machine
I'm gonna make it all right
Like Steve McQueen
Underneath your radar screen
You'll never catch me tonite o I ain't takin' **** off no one
Baby that was yesterday
I'm an all American rebel
Making my big getaway
Yeah you know it's time
I gotta fly

[CHORUS]

We got rockstars in the Whitehouse
All our popstars look like porn
All my heroes hit the highway
They don't hang out here no more
You can call me anytime
You can page me all night long
But you won't catch this freebird
I'll already be long gone
Like Steve McQueen
All we need's a fast machine
And we're gonna make it all right

[CHORUS]

This by Leonard Cohen has Steve McQueen in it- -sort of.

Is this what you wanted

You were the promise at dawn,
I was the morning after.
You were Jesus Christ my Lord,
I was the money lender.
You were the sensitive woman,
I was the very reverend Freud.
You were the manual orgasm,
I was the dirty little boy.

And is this what you wanted
to live in a house that is haunted
by the ghost of you and me?

Is this what you wanted...

You were Marlon Brando,
I was Steve McQueen.
You were K.Y. Jelly,
I was Vaseline.
You were the father of modern medicine,
I was Mr. Clean.
You where the whore and the beast of Babylon,
I was Rin Tin Tin.

And is this what you wanted...

And is this what you wanted...

You got old and wrinkled,
I stayed seventeen.
You lusted after so many,
I lay here with one.
You defied your solitude,
I came through alone.
You said you could never love me,
I undid your gown.

And is this what you wanted...

And is this what you wanted...

I mean is this what you wanted...

That's right, is this what you wanted...

That's quite a song, edgar, but then all of Cohen's songs are quite, quite, right? <smile>

Like Donna says and sings about Leonard, folks...........

"He's a rebel"


He's a rebel and you may not like his
looks or his style
but he's faster than light and he
can walk a miracle mile
he'll point you out and he'll pull you in
I guarantee he'll be your best friend
He's a rebel and he's gonna be good anyhow
and the boys in the group they just
want to drag him way down
he's so straight ahead, he'll blow your mind
he can be strong and yet so kind
Chorus
What you see is what you get
and what you get you won't regret
'cause he's on the line
what you want is what he's got and
what he's got, he's got a lot
'cause it's allright
it's allright
Ooh he's a rebel, written up in the
lambs book of life
and there'll be no escape because
the stage has been set for a while
if he comes your way, he'll make you
surrender
his story's clear and his voice
so tender
Repeat chorus
If he comes your way he'll make you
surrender
his words are clear and his
love's forever
he's a rebel and he doesn't conform
that's for sure
society rules and it's fallin' right
down to the core
he always leaves you wanting him more
He's a rebel
see that rebel
yeah, that's a rebel
that's a rebel
see that rebel
there's the rebel
there's the rebel

Wishing a good day to all.

Faces to match Bob's bios.

Really liked Norman Fell, particularly in The Graduate.

There's our famous photographer, folks, with a trio of celeb's and their faces. Thanks PA

We're looking at Norman, and Steve, and Kelly.

"Don't hate me because I'm beautiful?" Actually, Kelly, the beautiful women of the world have a difficult time. Poem for today:

The Beauty Of A Woman

The beauty of a woman Is not in the clothes she wears,
The figure that she carries, Or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes,
Because that is the doorway to her heart,
the place where love resides.

The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole,
But true beauty in a woman Is reflected in her soul.

It is the caring that she lovingly gives,
The passion that she shows,
And the beauty of a woman
With passing years
only grows.

edgar, I simply do not remember Norman in The Graduate.

Speaking of graduate, listeners, here's some breaking news.

Updated: 9:03 a.m. ET March 24, 2007
GAINESVILLE, Fla. - University of Florida President Bernie Machen said Friday he was "tremendously disappointed" with the school's Faculty Senate vote to deny former Gov. Jeb Bush an honorary degree.

The Senate voted 38-28 Thursday against giving the honorary degree to Bush, who left office in January.

"Jeb Bush has been a great friend of the University of Florida," said Machen, adding that the Senate's action is "unheard of."

The rest of the story:

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/17768626/

He looks perplexed, no?

Norman Fell was Dustin Hoffman's landlord near the college. He didn't like Dustin and wanted him out.

G. I. Jive
Johnny Mercer

[Words and Music by Johnny Mercer]

This is the G. I. Jive
Man alive
It starts with the bugler blowin' reveille
Over your bed when you arrive
Jack, that's the G. I. Jive

Roodley-toot
Jump in your suit
Make a salute
Boot

After you wash and dress
More or less
You go get your breakfast
In a beautiful little café they call, the Mess
Jack, when you convalesce

Outta your seat
Into the street
Make with the feet
Reet

If you're a P-V-T, your duty
Is to salute to L-I-E-U-T
But if you brush the L-I-E-U-T
The M-P makes you K-P on the Q-T

This is the G. I. Jive
Man alive
They give you a private tank
That features a little device called, fluid drive
Jack, after you revive

Chuck all your junk
Back in the trunk
Fall on your bunk
Clunk

---- Instrumental Interlude ----

This is the G I Jive
Man alive
They give you a private tank
That features a little device called, fluid drive
Jack, if you still survive

Chuck all your junk
Back in the trunk
Fall on your bunk
Clunk

Soon you're countin' jeeps
But before you count to five
Seems you're right back diggin' that G. I. Jive

edgar, I had to go through the archives to find the cast of The Graduate, but still couldn't recall Norman Fell. I saw that one in Baltimore. I do recall the songs of Simon and Garfunkel, however. Especially loved "The Sound of Silence."

So, you know how I adore Johnny mercer, Texas, and since we're back to war songs, how about Mr. Berlin.

Oh! How I Hate To Get Up In The Morning (1918) Lyrics

I've been a soldier quite a while
And I would like to state
The life is simply wonderful
The Army food is great
I sleep with ninety-seven others in a wooden hut
I love them all
They all love me
It's very lovely but

Oh! How I hate to get up in the morning
Oh! How I'd love to remain in bed

For the hardest blow of all
Is to hear the bugler call
Ya gotta get up
Ya gotta get up
Ya gotta get up this morning

Someday I'm going to murder the bugler
Someday they're going to find him dead

I'll amputate his reveille
And step upon it heavily
And spend the rest of my life in bed

[alternate lines in 2nd chorus:]
And then I'll get that other pup
The guy who wakes the bugler up
And spend the rest of my life in bed.

Fantastic lyrics.

The partisan
(by Anna Marly and Hy Zaret)

When they poured across the border
I was cautioned to surrender,
this I could not do;
I took my gun and vanished.

I have changed my name so often,
I've lost my wife and children
but I have many friends,
and some of them are with me.

An old woman gave us shelter,
kept us hidden in the garret,
then the soldiers came;
she died without a whisper.

There were three of us this morning
I'm the only one this evening
but I must go on;
the frontiers are my prison.

Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing,
through the graves the wind is blowing,
freedom soon will come;
then we'll come from the shadows.

Les Allemands étaient chez moi,
ils me dirent, ``Signe toi,''
mais je n'ai pas peur;
j'ai repris mon arme.

J'ai changé cent fois de nom,
j'ai perdu femme et enfants
mais j'ai tant d'amis;
j'ai la France entière.

Un vieil homme dans un grenier
pour la nuit nous a cachés,
les Allemands l'ont pris;
il est mort sans surprise.

The Germans were at my home
They said, ``Sign yourself,''
But I am not afraid
I have retaken my weapon.

I have changed names a hundred times,
I have lost wife and children
But I have so many friends;
I have all of France.

An old man, in an attic
Hid us for the night
The Germans captured him
He died without surprise.

Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing,
through the graves the wind is blowing,
freedom soon will come;
then we'll come from the shadows.

Ah, edgar. That is too lovely to be a war song. Shall we try the Spanish American War?

Well, they're strollin' in the gloamin',
When the roses are in bloom.
A soldier and his sweetheart, brave and true.
And their hearts are filled with sorrow,
For their thoughts are of tomorrow,
As she pins a rose upon his coat of blue.

"Do not ask me, love, to linger,
"When you know not what to say.
"For duty calls your sweetheart's name again.
"And your heart need not be sighing,
"That I'll be among the dying.
"I'll be with you when the roses bloom again."

When the roses bloom again,
And the sun is on the river:
The Mockingbird will sing it's sweet refrain.
And in the days of Auld Lang Syne,
I'll be with you, sweetheart mine.
Oh, I'll be with you when the roses bloom again.

With the rattle of the battle,
Came a whisper soft and low:
"Our soldier, he is fallen in the fray."
"I am dying, I am dying,
"And I know I've got to go,
"But I wanna tell you before I pass away."

"There's a far and distant river,
"Where the roses are in bloom,
"And a sweetheart who is waiting there for me.
"And it's there, I pray you'll take me.
"I'll be faithful, don't forsake me.
"I'll be with you when the roses bloom again."

When the roses bloom again,
And the sun is on the river:
The Mockingbird will sing it's sweet refrain.
And in the days of Auld Lang Syne,
I'll be with you, sweetheart mine.
Oh, I'll be with you when the roses bloom again.

Soldier, soldier, will you marry me
With your musket, fife and drum?
Oh how can I marry such a pretty little girl
When I have no coat to put on?

Off to the tailor she did go
As fast as she could run
She brought him back the finest that was there
Now soldier, put it on

Soldier, soldier, will you marry me
With your musket, fife and drum?
Oh how can I marry such a pretty little girl
When I have no shoes to put on?

Off to the cobbler she did go
As fast as she could run
She brought him back the finest that was there
Now soldier, put them on
Soldier, soldier, will you marry me
With your musket, fife and drum?
Oh how can I marry such a pretty little girl
When I have no hat to put on?

Off to the hatter she did go
As fast as she could run
She brought him back the finest that was there
Now soldier, put it on

Soldier, soldier, will you marry me
With your musket, fife and drum?
Oh how can I marry such a pretty little girl
When I've a wife and child

Hey, Texas. You're supposed to identify which war. Did we skip one?

How about the Mexican-American War, buddy.

MAID OF MONTERREY

The moon was shining brightly
Upon the battle plain;
The gentle breeze fanned lightly
The features of the slain.
Our guns had hushed their thundering,
Our drums in silence lay;
Then came the señorita,
The Maid of Monterrey.

She cast a look of anguish
On dying and on dead;
Her lap she made a pillow
For those who groaned and bled;
And when our bugles sounded
Just at the break of day,
All blessed the señorita,
The Maid of Monterrey.

She gave the thirsty water,
She dressed the bleeding wound;
Her gentle prayer she uttered
For those who groaned around.
And when the dying soldier
One brief prayer did pray,
He blessed the señorita,
The Maid of Monterrey.

Although she loved her nation
And prayed that it might live,
Yet for the dying foeman
She had a tear to give.
Then cheers to that bright beauty
Who drove death's pangs away,
The meek-eyed señorita,
The Maid of Monterrey.

Oh. I didn't know.

Nellie nellie (Civil War)


Hey Nellie, Nellie, come to the window.
Hey Nellie, Nellie, look at what I see.
He's ridin' into town on a sway-back mule.
He's got a tall black hat and he looks like a fool.
But he sure is talkin' like he's been to school, and it's 1853.

Hey Nellie, Nellie, listen what he's sayin'.
Hey Nellie, Nellie, he says it's gettin' late.
Says all them black folks should be free,
To walk around the same as you and me.
He's talkin' about a thing they call democracy, and it's 1858.

Hey Nellie, Nellie, come to the window.
Hey Nellie, Nellie, hand me down my gun.
For the men are cheerin' and the boys are too,
They're all puttin' on their coats of blue.
And I ain't got no time to sit and talk to you, and it's 1861.

Hey Nellie, Nellie, come to the window.
Hey Nellie, Nellie, I've come back alive.
My coat of blue is stained with red,
And the man in the tall black hat is dead.
But we sure will remember all the things he said, and it's 1865.

Hey Nellie, Nellie, come to the window.
Hey Nellie, Nellie, look at what I see.
There are white folks and colored walkin' side by side,
A-marchin' in a column that's a century wide.
It was a long and a hard and a bloody ride, and it's 1963.

Magazine

Up in the little room, looking down, everybody's passing time
Princess dressed in wool, dreaming eyes, whispering her rhymes
"Rain play my song today, no one wants to know me anyway"
Perfect lover where are you?
I can't wait much more for you to come true
Shining prince inside my head,
Live inside a palace underneath my bed

And everybody knows who they are in a velvet garden of rhinestone stars
Shine down on me satin queen, overlords of insane scenes
They go dancing cross the pages of the magazine

Typewriter steel and gray, work away, everybody's going home
Over across town, caught in a crowd, still living alone
Little room for her out of the rain
A little something for the pain
Lady-in-waiting potentially for the lord of the rock 'n roll aristocracy
Dreaming in photographs at night, love's like sand held in your hand so tight

And everybody know who they are in a velvet garden of rhinestone stars
Shine down on me satin queen, overlords of insane scenes
They go dancing cross the pages of the magazine

Everyday's like the day before
Come in tired and lock the door
Paint your space with magic hands
Shining slick and dandy
Shining slick and dandy
Smile at your fans

"C'mon pretty boy sing for us take me"
Take me over the edge
I know you're good enough

And everybody knows who they are in a velvet garden of rhinestone stars
Shine down on me satin queen, overlords of insane scenes
They go dancing cross the pages of the magazine

Artist: Heart
Album: Magazine