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First, dear dj. an answer to your whale song:


i'll be a killer whale when i grow up
i'll be a vulture
i'll be an animal
a carnivore
i'll be a monster
clenching my jagged jaws
over the capture
i'll be a killer whale when i grow up

i'll be a tidal wave when i grow up
crashing on harbours
i'll be a tempermental element
a raging water

i'll be a perfect storm swallowing over
i'll ba a killer whale when i grow up
i'll be a monster

i'll be a hurricane when i grow up
an ugly thunder
i'll be a forest fire about to flood
over an empire
i'll be an avalanche chewing its rupture
i'll be a killer whale when i grow up
i'll be a monster

i'll be a killer whale

Then the antithesis, listeners



(lyrics: Chino Midori / music: Takuki Yoshimitsu)
Set me free,
Rushing waters fall fast away.
Go with me
To a deep blue world way beyond.
High winds blow
Over orcas and men both alike.
The cries of woe
Drowning out the moaning winds.

All the unhappy ones go rushing by,
Far and so far away they'll go.
Can you hear me cry, see my eyes,
Feel my hands, and share all my heartache?
Let me go, please I only want to go.

Can you see
Tumblin' waves so green and so blue?
Ride with me
On the crest of white foaming pain.
Bright clouds fly,
The changin' shapes oh strange yet so true.
I climb sky high
By myself all alone.

(lyrics by Chino Midori)

Later, my prolific friends, I will acknowledge them all.

Jack Was Every Inch a Sailor
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

"Jack Was Every Inch A Sailor" is a traditional Newfoundland and Labrador folk song. It is a comical retelling of the Jonah tale, with a Newfoundland whaler as protagonist, but in this instance the whale gets his comeuppance.

It may have been adapted from a New York music-hall song "Every Inch a Sailor", which itself was a burlesque of "HMS Pinafore".

Lyrics

'Twas twenty-five or thirty years since Jack first saw the light,
He came into this world of woe one dark and stormy night;
He was born on board his father's ship as she was lying to,
'Bout twenty-five of thirty miles southeast of Baccalieu.

Oh, Jack was every inch a sailor,
Five and twenty years a whaler;
Jack was every inch a sailor,
He was born upon the bright blue sea.

When Jack grew up to be a man he went to the Labrador,
He fished in Indian Harbour where his father fished before;
On his returning in the fog he met a heavy gale,
And Jack was swept into the sea and swallowed by a whale.

Oh, Jack was every inch a sailor,
Five and twenty years a whaler;
Jack was every inch a sailor,
He was born upon the bright blue sea.

Oh, the whale went straight for Baffin Bay, 'bout ninety knots an hour,
And every time he'd blow a spray he'd send it in a shower;
Oh, now, says Jack unto himself, I must see what he's about,
He caught the whale all by the tail and turned him inside out.

Oh, Jack was every inch a sailor,
Five and twenty years a whaler;
Jack was every inch a sailor,
He was born upon the bright blue sea.

Thank you, edgar, thanks dj. It's wonderful to see you play. I love them all--the songs, the art, but your pd must now depart.

I will hold good thoughts for the Virginia youth, and hope that soon we'll understand, why man is so unkind to man.

Goodnight.



With a hope, a wish, and from.....


Letty with love.

Well, now that Letty's gone to bed, it's time for a real man's song!



I'm a lumberjack, and I'm okay.
I sleep all night and I work all day.

He's a lumberjack, and he's okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.

I cut down trees. I eat my lunch.
I go to the lavatory.
On Wednesdays I go shoppin'
And have buttered scones for tea.

He cuts down trees. He eats his lunch.
He goes to the lavatory.
On Wednesdays he goes shopping
And has buttered scones for tea.

He's a lumberjack, and he's okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.

I cut down trees. I skip and jump.
I like to press wild flowers.
I put on women's clothing
And hang around in bars.

He cuts down trees. He skips and jumps.
He likes to press wild flowers.
He puts on women's clothing
And hangs around in bars?!

He's a lumberjack, and he's okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.

I cut down trees. I wear high heels,
Suspendies, and a bra.
I wish I'd been a girlie,
Just like my dear Papa.

He cuts down trees. He wears high heels,
Suspendies, and a bra?!

He's a lumberjack, and he's okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.

He's a lumberjack, and he's okaaaaay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.

nah, *this* is a *real* man's song, by the very manly Frankie Valli

Oh, how you tried to cut me down to size
Tellin' dirty lies to my friends
But my own father said "Give her up, don't bother
The world isn't comin' to an end"
(He said)

Walk like a man, talk like a man
Walk like a man my son
No woman's worth crawlin' on the earth
So walk like a man, my son

Bye bye baby, I don't-a mean maybe
Gonna get along somehow
Soon you'll be cryin' on account of all your lyin'
Oh yeah, just look who's laughin' now
(I'm gonna)

Walk like a man, fast as I can
Walk like a man from you
I'll tell the world "forget about it, girl"
And walk like a man from you

The Haircut Song
Ray Stevens


Chorus

When you get a haircut, be sure to go back home
When you get a haircut, get a barber you have known
Since you were a little bitty boy sittin' in a booster chair
Or you might look like Larry, Moe or Curly if a stranger cuts your hair

Well, Butte, Montana just a'passin' through, one thing I just had to do
Had to get a haircut and I was worried for my hair, oh
I had a feeling of impending doom the minute I stepped into that room
Laid my eyes upon that barber chair

Recitation

It was a macho barber shop. Hair dryers were mounted on a rifle rack. There were no mirrors. The barber chair was a Peterbilt...Barber walked in; he was huge, seven feet tall, three hundred pounds of spring steel and rawhide wearin' a hard hat, chewin' a cigar, had a t-shirt on said, "I hate musicians". Threw me in the chair, sneered and said, "What'll it be pal?" Now a lot of people would be intimidated in a situation like this...I was not. I am what I am, play my piano, and sing my little songs. I looked him right in the eye and I said, "I'm a logger - just up from Coos Bay, Oregon. Been toppin' trees - quite possibly the tough...(cough) toughest man in the entire world". He said, "All right!" he gave me a haircut and I walked out of there friends, my hair was gone! Made Kojak look like William Lee Golden. Yeah, had a tremendous craving to operate heavy equipment. Now, you may think that Butte, Montana haircut's the worst any man could ever get...Wrong!

Well, a few months later, I was way down south - grits and gravy and hush your mouth Hair so long I'm startin' to look like a man in drag It was then that the sheriff walked up and said, "Boy, you got too much hair on your head...You better get yourself a haircut or a dog tag"

Recitation

Well, when I stepped into the shop, I realized immediately that I was dealing with a born-again barber. Don't see too many barber shops with a steeple, had an organ in the corner, a choir, an usher led me to the barber chair. Barber walked in, started saying grace, "Oh Lord, for these haircuts we are about to receive, may we be truly thankful. Dominus possum pax probiscus, post mortem, et tu brute, puella carborundum". He was sorta half-Baptist, half-Catholic...maybe a Cathtist. He started cuttin' my hair and preachin' at the same time. I mean he's a wild man, scissors and razors a'flyin' around my head, he's talkin'about the evils of dancin' and drinkin' and liquor and sex and wild women and music and the music business. Then he looked down at me and he said, "What do you do for a livin'ahuh?" Now, I'm not ashamed of what I do for a livin'. Workin' bars and casinos, around liquor and wild women, I just play my piano, sing my little songs. I looked him right in the eye and I said, "I run this church for loggers!"

Chorus

When you get a haircut, be sure to go back home
When you get a haircut, get a barber you have known
Since you were a little bitty boy sittin' in a booster chair
Or you might look like Larry, Moe or Curly if a stranger cuts your hair...oh yeah!

With some extensive editing Letty could (with her major contributor, Edgar) publish much of this thread as a folklorical contribution to the study of popular culture.

Mama From The Train
Patti Page

[Written by Irving Gordon]

Throw Mama from the train, a kiss, a kiss
Wave Mama from the train a goodbye
Throw Mama from the train, a kiss a kiss
And don't cry, my baby, don't cry

How I miss that sweet lady with her old-country touch
Miss her quaint broken English called *Pennsylvania Dutch*
I can still see her there at the station that day
Calling out to her baby as the train pulled away

Throw Mama from the train, a kiss, a kiss
Dry Mama all your tears, won't you try
Throw Mama from the train, a kiss, a kiss
And eat Mama up all her pie

Can't believe that she's gone now, it's a lonely old town
Yet, I know that her heavenly love keeps looking down
'Cause whenever I happen to be passing through
I could swear she was there with the warmth I once knew

And I
Throw Mama from the train, a kiss, a kiss
Wave Mama from the train a goodbye
Throw Mama from the train, a kiss, a kiss
And she throws one back from up high

Good morning, WA2K listeners and contributors.

Well, folks, it seems that we had an all male chorus last evening. Thanks, guys.

Reyn, it is delightful to see you back. What a great song, buddy.

"He cuts down trees. He wears high heels"? Funny.

And there's our Mr. Turtle doing a he man song. Hmmm. Frankie took his father's advice, no?

Hey, Texas. Thanks for the Ray Steven's music. He is one of my fav's.

JL, you are absolutely right. What a delightful idea.

I was thinking of Nat Cole this morning, so let's hear one from him.

I just found joy
I'm as happy as a baby boy
With another brand-new choo-choo toy
When I'm with my sweet Lorraine

She got a pair of eyes
That are bluer than the summer skies
When you see them you will realize
Why I love my sweet Lorraine

When it's rainin' I don't miss the sun
'cause it's in my sweetie's smile
Just to think that I'm the lucky one
Who will lead her down the aisle

Each night I pray
That nobody steals her heart away
I can't wait until that happy day
When I marry sweet Lorraine

Good Morning WA2K.

And now that our PD has mentioned Nat King Cole, I can't get this melody out of my head. I don't think I've ever heard anyone but Nat sing this one.

Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, men have named you
You're so like the lady with the mystic smile
Is it only cause you're lonely they have blamed you?
For that Mona Lisa strangeness in your smile?

Do you smile to tempt a lover, Mona Lisa?
Or is this your way to hide a broken heart?
Many dreams have been brought to your doorstep
They just lie there and they die there
Are you warm, are you real, Mona Lisa?
Or just a cold and lonely lovely work of art?

And remembering William Holden on his day.

Hmmm. Encountered a malfunction, so let's do it again.

Ah, folks. It's always so good to see our Raggedy, especially in the company of William Holden. Great shots, PA. and thanks for "Mona Lisa" by Nat. He was able to do so many wonderful songs before his untimely death. I remember with a "smile", "Walking my Baby Back Home."

Many of our listeners may recall "Moonglow" and "On a Picnic Morning" being done together. "Love is a Many Splendered Thing" is also memorable.

Well, I do hope that our hawkman is all right.

Let's hear Moonglow, shall we? and hum the words to "On a Picnic Morning" as we play it. This version is by Lobo.

Lobo - Moonglow

(Will Hudson / Eddie DeLange / Irving Mills)

It must have been moonglow
Way up in the blue,
It must have been moonglow
That led me straight to you.

I still hear you saying
'Dear one, hold me fast'
And I start in praying
Oh Lord, please let this last.

We seemed to float right through the air,
Heavenly songs seem to come from everywhere.

And now when there's moonglow
Way up in the blue
I always remember
That moonglow gave me you.

Our hawkman is all right, thank goodness, and though I promised not to tell Nair, this is a silent dedication.

The Way You Look Tonight

Some day, when I'm awfully low,
When the world is cold,
I will feel a glow just thinking of you
And the way you look tonight.

You're lovely, with your smile so warm
And your cheeks so soft,
There is nothing for me but to love you,
And the way you look tonight.

With each word your tenderness grows,
Tearing my fears apart
And that laugh that wrinkles your nose,
Touches my foolish heart.

Yes you're lovely, never, ever change
Keep that breathless charm.
Won't you please arrange it?
'Cause I love you
Just the way you look tonight.

With each word your tenderness grows,
Tearing my fears apart
And that laugh that wrinkles your nose,
Touches my foolish heart.

Yes you're lovely, never, ever change
Keep that breathless charm.
Won't you please arrange it?
'Cause I love you
Just the way you look tonight.
Just the way you look tonight.
Darling
Just the way you look tonight.

The beauty of that song, listeners, lies in the modulation at the bridge. The chord changes are also fantastic.

What Will Mary Say
Johnny Mathis

[Words and Music by Paul Vance and Eddie Snyder]

I must be going (don't go)
My heart is showing (don't go)
I better hurry away
If I don't leave I'll be sorry
What will my Mary say

Your lips are thrilling
My arms are willing
I know that I shouldn't stay
If I don't leave I'll be sorry
What will my Mary say

What would I do if she should meet me
And find me kissing you
She's always trusted me completely
Her poor heart would break in two

I must be going (don't go)
My heart is showing (don't go)
I better hurry away
If I don't leave I'll be sorry
What will my Mary say

If I don't leave I'll be sorry
What will my Mary say

(Don't go)
(Don't go)

Ah, edgar the go stay game. It would be difficult to be physically attracted to some other lady when the "Mary" in your life would be hurt.

Moody Blues says it as well.

GO NOW

We,ve already said
Goodbye
Since you gotta go, oh you'd better
Go now go now, go now (Go now)
Before you see me cry
I don't want you to tell me just what you intend to do now
'Cause how many times do I have to tell you darlin', darlin'
I'm still in love with you now
Whoa-oh-oh-oh

We've already said
So long
I don't wanna see you go, oh you'd better
Go now go now, go now (Go now)
Don't you even try
Tellin' me that you really don't want it to end this way
'Cause darlin', darlin', can't you see I want you to stay
Yeah, yeah

Since you gotta go, oh you'd better
Go now go now, go now (Go now)
Before you see me cry
I don't want you to tell me just what you intend to do now
'Cause how many times do I have to tell you darlin', darlin'
I'm still in love still in love with you now
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
I don't wanna see you go but darlin', you better go now

Listen to me, baby,
There's something you must see.
I want to be with you, gal,
If you want to be with me.

But if you got to go,
It's all right.
But if you got to go, go now,
Or else you gotta stay all night.

It ain't that I'm questionin' you.
To take part in any quiz.
It's just that I ain't got no watch
An' you keep askin' me what time it is.

But if you got to go,
It's all right.
But if you got to go, go now,
Or else you gotta stay all night.

I am just a poor boy, baby,
Lookin' to connect.
But I certainly don't want you thinkin'
That I ain't got any respect.

But if you got to go,
It's all right.
But if you got to go, go now,
Or else you gotta stay all night.

You know I'd have nightmares
And a guilty conscience, too,
If I kept you from anything
That you really wanted to do.

But if you got to go,
It's all right.
But if you got to go, go now,
Or else you gotta stay all night.

It ain't that I'm wantin'
Anything you never gave before.
It's just that I'll be sleepin' soon,
It'll be too dark for you to find the door.

But if you got to go,
It's all right.
But if you got to go, go now,
Or else you gotta stay all night.




Dylan

I remember, listeners, when this song by David Bowie was in big contention, but it follows edgar's song nicely, so let's see what the FCC thinks of it now.

Well, don't you worry 'bout what's been on my mind
I'm in no hurry I can take my time
I'm going red and my tongue's getting tired
Out of my head and my mouth's getting dry
I'm hi-hi-hi-high

Let's spend the night together
Now I need you more than ever
Let's spend the night together now

I feel so strong that I can't disguise, oh my
Well, I just can't apologise, no
Don't hang me up but don't let me down
We could have fun just by fooling around, and around and around and a

Let's spend the night together
Now I need you more than ever
Let's spend the night together now

Oh
You know I'm smiling baby
You need some guide baby
I'm just deciding baby

Let's spend the night together
Now I need you more than ever
Let's spend the night together now

This doesn't happen to me every day
No excuses I've got anyway, heh
I'll satisfy your every need
And I'll know you'll satisfy me, oh my-my-my my-my

Let's spend the night together
Now I need you more than ever
Let's spend the night together
Now I need you more than ever
Let's spend the night together
Now I need you more than ever
Let's spend the night together
They said we were too young
Our kind of love was no fun
But our love comes from above
Do it!
Let's make love
Hoo

Let's spend the night together
Now I need you more than ever
Let's spend the night together, now

some words to live by


Everyone's Free (To Wear Sunscreen)

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of '99. Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you one tip for the future, sunscreen
would be it. The
long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by
scientists whereas the
rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my
own meandering
experience... I will dispense this advice now

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh,
nevermind, you will not
understand the power and beauty of your youth until
they've faded. But trust
me, in 20 years you'll look back at photos of yourself
and recall in a way
you can't grasp now, how much possibility lay before
you and how fabulous
you really looked. You are NOT as fat as you imagine.

Don't worry about the future; or worry, but know that
worrying is as
effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by
chewing bubblegum. The
real toubles in life are apt to be things that never
crossed your worried
mind; the kind the blindside you at 4pm on some idle
Tuesday

Do one thing everyday that scares you.

Sing.

Don't be reckless with other peoples hearts. Don't
put up with people who
are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don't waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you're
ahead, sometimes you're
behind. The race is long, and in the end, it's only with
yourself.

Remember compliments you receive. Forget the
insults. If you suceed in doing
this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank
statements.

Stretch.

Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do
with your life.
the most interesting people I know didn't know at 22
what they wanted to do
with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year
olds I know still
don't.

Get plenty of calcium.

Be kind to your knees, you'll miss them when they're
gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll
have children, maybe you
won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40. Maybe you'll dance
the funky chicken on
your 75th wedding anniversary.... Whatever you do,
don't congratulate
yourself too much or berate yourself either - your
choices are half chance,
so are everybody else's

Enjoy your body, use it every way you can... don't be
afraid of it, or what
other people think of it... it's the greatest instrument
you'll ever own.

Dance... even if you have nowhere else to do it but in
your own living room.

Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.

Do NOT read beauty magazines they will only make
you feel UGLY.

Get to know your parents, you never know when they
might be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings; They're your best link to your
past, and the
people most likely to stick with you in the future

Understand that friends come and go, except for the
precious few you should
hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography
and lifestyle because the
older you get, the more you need the people you knew
when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes
you hard. Live in
Northern California once, but, leave before it makes
you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths. Prices will rise,
Politicians will
philander, you too will get old. And when you do, you'll
fantasize that when
you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians
were noble, and children
respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe
you'll have a trust fund,
maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse; but you never
know when either one might
run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're
40, it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with
those who supply it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia; dispensing it is a way of
fishing the past
from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly
parts, and
recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.

This past weekend, I bought the album, Revolver, on CD, so I could listen to it in the truck. Here are some of the songs.

I'm Only Sleeping
(Lennon/McCartney)

When I wake up early in the morning.
Lift my head, I'm still yawning
When I'm in the middle of a dream
Stay in bed, float up stream (float up stream)
Please, don't wake me, no, don't shake me
Leave me where I am - I'm only sleeping.
Everybody seems to think I'm lazy
I don't mind, I think they're crazy
Running everywhere at such a speed
Till they find there's no need (there's no need)
Please, don't spoil my day, I'm miles away
And after all I'm only sleeping.
Keeping an eye on the world going by my window
Taking my time.
Lying there and staring at the ceiling
Waiting for a sleepy feeling...
Please, don't spoil my day, I'm miles away
And after all I'm only sleeping.
Keeping an eye on the world going by my window
Taking my time.
When I wake up early in the morning
Lift my head, I'm still yawning
When I'm in the middle of a dream
Stay in bed, float up stream (float up stream)
Please, don't wake me, no, don't shake me
Leave me where I am - I'm only sleeping


Love You To
(Harrison)

Each day just goes so fast
I turn around - it's past
You don't time to hang a sign on me.
Love me while you can
Before I'm dead old man.
A lifetime is so short
A new one can't be bought
And what you've got means such a lot to me.
Make love all day long
Make love singing songs.
There's people standing round
Who screw you in the ground
They'll fill your head with all the things you see.
I'll make love to you
If you want me too


Here, There And Everywhere
(Lennon/McCartney)

To lead a better life I need my home to be here...
Here, making each day of the year
Changing my life with the wave of her hand
Nobody can deny that there's something there.
There, running my hands through her hair
Both of us thinking how good it can be
Someone is speaking but she doesn't know he's there.
I want her everywhere and if she's beside me
I know I need never care
But to love her is to need her everywhere
Knowing that love is to share.
Each one believing that love never dies
Watching her eyes and hoping I'm always there.
I want her everywhere and if she's beside me
I know I need never care
But to love her is to need her everywhere
Knowing that love is to share.
Each one believing that love never dies
Watching her eyes and hoping I'm always there.
To be there and everywhere
Here, there and everywhere

i think rubber soul and revolver are perhaps my two favourite albums

they encompass the end of the pop phase and the beginning of the experimental phase, with intelligent and well written compositions

Just when I thought they had peaked, they came up with those two albums, and just took off. Phenominal, wonderful, not to be duplicated.