WA2K Radio is now on the air

And here she is:


and here's Wild Bill



and Rachel; Vincent; Christopher (he's scary); Lee (Catwoman) and Lou:

God grant me...
The senility to forget the people I never liked
The good fortune to run into the ones that I do
And the eyesight to tell the difference.

I Didn't Know What Time It Was
Benny Goodman

[Words by Lorenz Hart]
[Music by Richard Rodgers]

Once I was young
Yesterday, perhaps
Danced with Jim and Paul
And kissed some other chaps
Once I was young
But never was naive
I thought I had a trick or two
Up my imaginary sleeve
And now I know I was naive

I didn't know what time it was
Then I met you
Oh, what a lovely time it was
How sublime it was too
I didn't know what time it was
You held my hand
Warm like the month of May it was
And I'll say it was grand
Grand to be alive, to be young
To be mad, to be yours alone
Grand to see your face, feel your touch
Hear your voice say I'm all your own
I didn't know what time it was
Life was no prize
I wanted love and here it was
Shining out of your eyes
I'm wise
And I know what time it is now

Once I was old
Twenty years or so
Rather well preserved
The wrinkles didn't show
Once I ws old
But not too old for fun
I used to hunt for little girls
Up my imaginary gun
But now I aim for only one

I didn't know what time it was
Then I met you
Oh, what a lovely time it was
How sublime it was too
I didn't know what time it was
You held my hand
Warm like the month of May it was
And I'll say it was grand
Grand to be alive, to be young
To be mad, to be yours alone
Grand to see your face, feel your touch
Hear your voice say I'm all your own
I didn't know what time it was
Life was no prize
I wanted love and here it was
Shining out of your eyes
I'm wise
And I know what time it is now

and there you are, Miss Pup. Fantastic photo's and YOU named them, thank God.

Speaking of thanks. You deserve an award for your wonderful ability, PA. Yitwail is right. Montaging and collaging is difficult

Hey, Texas. Love your quote of the day, buddy, and love that song as well. I'm afraid my biological clock tells me what time it is, however.

But the heart is another matter.

MY HEART TELLS ME
(Mack Gordon / Harry Warren)

My heart tells me this is just a fling
Yet you say our love means everything
Do you mean what you are saying
Or is this a little game we're playing
My heart tells me I will cry again
Lips that kiss like yours could lie again
If I'm fool enough to see this through
Will I be sorry if I do
Should I believe my heart or you

(Musical Break)

My heart tells me I will cry again
Lips that kiss like yours could lie again
If I'm fool enough to see this through
Will I be sorry if I do
Should I believe my heart or you.

Later on, I'll have my own quote of the day.

I'm An Old Cowhand
Bing Crosby

[Words and Music by Johnny Mercer]

I'm an old cowhand from the Rio Grande
But my legs ain't bowed
And my cheeks ain't tanned
I'm a cowboy who never saw a cow
Never roped a steer 'cause I don't know how
And I sure ain't fixin' to start in now
Yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay
Yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay

I'm an old cowhand from the Rio Grande
And I learned to ride
'Fore I learned to stand
I'm a ridin' fool who is up to date
I know every trail in the Lone Star state
'Cause I ride the range in a Ford V8
Yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay
Yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay

I know all the songs that the cowboys know
'Bout the big corral where the dogies go
'Cause I learned them all on the rad-ee-o
Hey, yppie-yi-yo-ki-yay
Yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay

edgar, I had not realized that Bing did that one. Thanks, Texas.

Here is another thing (and there are many) that I did not know, folks.

"Speak low if you speak love" comes from William Shakespeare.

Babs, do your "Thang". <smile>

Speak Low Lyrics
By BARBRA STREISAND


Speak Low
When you speak love
Our summer day withers away
Too soon, too soon

Speak Low
When you speak love
Our moment is swift, like ships adrift
Westward depart, too soon

Speak Low
Darling, Speak Low
Love is a spark, lost in the dark
Too soon, too soon

I feel wherever I go
That tomorrow is near
Tomorrow is hear
And always too soon

Time is so old
And love so brief
Love is pure gold
And time of beef

We're late, darling
We're late
The curtain descends, everything ends
Too soon, too soon

I wait, darling
I wait
Will you speak low to me, speak love to me
And soon

I wait, darling
I wait
Will you speak low to me, slow to me
Oh please just don't say no to me
Let it flow to me, slow to me, soon

Out in Arizona
Where the bad men are,
And the only friend to guide you
Is an evening star,
The roughest, toughest man by far
Is Ragtime Cowboy Joe.

Got his name from singing
To the cows and sheep
Every night they say
He sings the herd to sleep
In a basso rich and deep,
Crooning soft and low.

How he sings,
Raggy music to his cattle
As he swings
Back and forward in his saddle
On his horse
(A pretty good horse),
Who is syncopated gaited,
And with such a funny meter
To the roar of his repeater.

How they run,
When they hear the feller's gun,
Because the western folks all know:
He's a hifalootin', scootin', shootin'
Son-of-a-gun from Arizona,
Ragtime Cowboy
(Talk about your cowboy),
Ragtime Cowboy Joe.

Music: Frederick Loewe
Lyrics: Alan Jay Lerner

BORN UNDER A WANDERIN' STAR
Lee Marvin

I was born under a wanderin' star.
I was born under a wanderin' star.

Wheels are made for rollin', mules are made to pack.
I've never seen a site that didn't look better lookin' back.

I was born under a wanderin' star.

Mud can make you prisoner and the plains can bake you dry.
Snow can burn your eyes but only people make you cry.
Home is made for comin' from, for dreams of goin' to.
Which with any luck will never come true.

I was born under a wanderin' star.
I was born under a wanderin' star.

Do I know where hell is, hell is in hell-o.
Heaven is good-bye forever it's time for me to go.

I was born under a wanderin' star, a wanderin', wanderin' star.

Mud can make you prisoner and the plains can bake you dry.
Snow can burn your eyes but only people make you cry.
Home is made for comin' from, for dreams of goin' to.
Which with any luck will never come true.

I was born under a wanderin' star.
I was born under a wanderin' star.

When I get to heaven tie me to a tree.
Or I'll begin to roam and soon you'll know where I will be.

I was born under a wanderin' star.
Wanderin wanderin star

Goodbye, old Paint, I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne;
Goodbye, old Paint, I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne.

I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne, I'm off to Montan'
Goodbye, old Paint, I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne;

Old Paint's a good pony, he paces when he can,
Goodbye, old Paint, I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne;

Go hitch up your hosses and give them some hay
And seat yourself by me as long as you may.

My hosses ain't hungry, they won't eat your hay
My wagon is loaded and rolling away.

My foot's in the stirrup, thr reins in my hand,
Good mornin', young lady, my hosses won't stand.

Ah, folks, the cowboys are out today and riding tall in the saddle.

Hey, soccer George. Love Ragtime Cowboy Joe . Old Paint is familiar too.
Welcome back, buddy.

And who, I ask, would know more about riding the range than edgar from Texas. Don't know that song by Lee Marvin, but was it from Paint Your Wagon?

Well, listeners, let's just lope along.

Lyle Lovett

Song: Cowboy Man

She wore glass slippers
She held her head up high
She had that sparkle at her feet
And that twinkle in her eye

She smiled at me
And I wondered why
She said I'm looking for a cowboy
To take me for a ride

And he can rope me on the prarie
And he can ride me on the plain
And I will be his Cinderalla
If he'll be my cowboy man

She said I've got a 40-gallon stetson hat
With a 38-foot brim
We could dance around the outside baby
'Til we both fall in

And you can rope me on the prarie
And you can ride me on the plain
And I will be your Cinderalla
If you'll be my cowboy man

Now I ain't never been no cowboy
But heaven knows I try
'Cause I'll be riding tall in my saddle
With that Cinderalla by my side

And I can rope her on the prarie
And I can ride her on the plain
And she will be me my Cinderalla
If I'll be her cowboy man

The accoustic guitar player, Stefan Grossman, had an album called

"Ragtime Cowboy Jew"

Hey, McTag. Thanks for that funny. Afraid that I don't know Stefan Grossman, but he sounds as though he ain't pc.

Like this one, folks

Deep within my heart lies a melody,
A song of old San Antone,
Where in dreams I live with a memory,
Beneath the stars all alone.

It was there I found beside the Alamo,
Enchantment strange as the blue up above
A moon-lit pass that only she would know,
Still hears my broken song of love.

Moon in all your splendor, know only my heart,
Call back my Rose, Rose of San Antone.
Lips so sweet and tender, like petals falling apart
Speak once again of my love, my own.

Broken song, empty words I know,
Still live in my heart all alone
For that moon-lit pass by the Alamo,
And Rose, my Rose of San Antone.

Flaming Star

Ev'ry man, has a flaming star A flaming star, o'over his shoulder And when a man, sees his flaming star He knows his time, his time has come Flaming star, don't shine on me, flaming star Flaming star, keep behind me, flaming star There's a lot of livin' I've got to do Give me time to make a few dreams come true Flaming star When I ride, I feel that flaming star That flaming star, o'over my shoulder And so I ride, front of that flaming star Never lookin' around, never lookin' around Flaming star, don't shine on me, flaming star Flaming star, keep behind me, flaming star There's a lot of livin' I've got to do Give me time to make a few dreams come true Flaming star One fine day, I'll see that flaming star That flaming star, o'over my shoulder And when I see, that old flaming star I'll know my time, my time has come Flaming star, don't shine on me, flaming star Flaming star, keep behind me, flaming star There's a lot of livin' I've got to do Give me time to make a few dreams come true Flaming star.

Not a western song, but Elvis did it in a western movie.

Hobo's Lullaby
by Goebel Reeves

Go to sleep you weary hobo
Let the towns drift slowly by
Can't you hear the steel rail humming
That's a hobo's lullaby

Do not think about tomorrow
Let tomorrow come and go
Tonight you're in a nice warm boxcar
Safe from all the wind and snow

I know the police cause you trouble
They cause trouble everywhere
But when you die and go to heaven
You won't find no policemen there

I know your clothes are torn and ragged
And your hair is turning grey
Lift your head and smile at trouble
You'll find happiness some day

So go to sleep you weary hobo
Let the towns drift slowly by
Don't you feel the steel rail humming
That's a hobo's lullaby

Thanks, Texas. Don't know Flaming Star, but there are many superstitions about stars and such. Used to be if a bird got in your house, that was a bad sign.

Hey, folks. We can't have cowboys without Indians so here's a song my mom sang to me, and I in turn sang it to my daughter.


RED WING
(Words Thurland Chattaway; music Kerry Mills)

There once was an Indian maid,
A shy little prairie maid,
Who sang a lay, a love song gay,
As on the plain she'd while away the day;

She loved a warrior bold,
This shy little maid of old,
But brave and gay, he rode one day
To battle far away.

Now, the moon shines tonight on pretty Red Wing
The breeze is sighing, the night bird's crying,
For afar 'neath his star her brave is sleeping,
While Red Wimg's weeping her heart away.

She watched for him day and night,
She kept all the campfires bright,
And under the sky, each night she would lie,
And dream about his coming by and by;

But when all the braves returned,
The heart of Red Wing yearned,
For far, far away, her warrior gay,
Fell bravely in the fray.

Repeat chorus

Walls of Redwing

Oh, the age of the inmates
I remember quite freely:
No younger than twelve,
No older 'n seventeen.
Thrown in like bandits
And cast off like criminals,
Inside the walls,
The walls of Red Wing.

From the dirty old mess hall
You march to the brick wall,
Too weary to talk
And too tired to sing.
Oh, it's all afternoon
You remember your home town,
Inside the walls,
The walls of Red Wing.

Oh, the gates are cast iron
And the walls are barbed wire.
Stay far from the fence
With the 'lectricity sting.
And it's keep down your head
And stay in your number,
Inside the walls,
The walls of Red Wing.

Oh, it's fare thee well
To the deep hollow dungeon,
Farewell to the boardwalk
That takes you to the screen.
And farewell to the minutes
They threaten you with it,
Inside the walls,
The walls of Red Wing.

It's many a guard
That stands around smilin',
Holdin' his club
Like he was a king.
Hopin' to get you
Behind a wood pilin',
Inside the walls,
The walls of Red Wing.

The night aimed shadows
Through the crossbar windows,
And the wind punched hard
To make the wall-siding sing.
It's many a night I pretended to be a-sleepin',
Inside the walls,
The walls of Red Wing.

As the rain rattled heavy
On the bunk-house shingles,
And the sounds in the night,
They made my ears ring.
'Til the keys of the guards
Clicked the tune of the morning,
Inside the walls,
The walls of Red Wing.

Oh, some of us'll end up
In St. Cloud Prison,
And some of us'll wind up
To be lawyers and things,
And some of us'll stand up
To meet you on your crossroads,
From inside the walls,
The walls of Red Wing.


Bob Dylan

and, edgar, from Bob:

Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead

Remembering all who were heroes and victims of all the wars.

Every time I play my records at home, I always play Masters of War; have for many years.

Wow! spilled over for a moment, folks. How about a little fun song from the transfer gang.

THE MANHATTAN TRANSFER lyrics - "Old Man Mose"

(Louis Armstrong / Zilner Randolph)

Now one time there lived an old man
With a very crooked nose
He lived inside a log hut
And they called him ol' man Mose
One dark and dreary morning I knocked upon his door
I didn't hear a single sound
So I ain't gonna do it no more.

'cos I believe ol' man, I believe ol' man
I believe ol' man, that ol' man Mose is dead.
I believe ol' man, I believe ol' man
I believe ol' man, that ol' man Mose is dead.

(Now you believe) Mose kicked the bucket
(You believe) Mose kicked the bucket
(You believe) Mose kicked the bucket
(You believe he's dead)

(You believe) Mose kicked the bucket
(You believe) Mose kicked the bucket
(You believe) Mose kicked the bucket
(You believe he's dead)

Now listen here,
I went round to the window
And I peeped in through the crack,
Inside there was an old man
Laying flat upon his back
I thought that he was sleeping
Head hung to the floor
He didn't make a single move
So I ain't gonna do it no more

'cos I found out ol' man, I found out ol' man
Yeah, I found out ol' man, ol' man Mose is dead

('cos you found out) ol' man
(you found out) ol' man
(you found out) ol' man
(you found out he's dead)

(you found out) Mose kicked the bucket
(you found out) Mose kicked the bucket
(you found out) Mose kicked the bucket
(you found out he's dead)


(you found out) Mose kicked the bucket
(you found out) Mose kicked the bucket
(you found out) Mose kickin' up daisies
(you found out he's dead)

Old Man Mose is dead.

The original of that had a bad word in it.

Hotel Happiness
Brook Benton


I'm checking out of Hotel LonelinessAll my lonely days, they're all throughI'm checking into Hotel Happiness (oh, yeah)Because, darlin', I found youI left my teardrops in that old lonely roomLeft my broken heart (my heart) back there, too(Yeah, yeah , yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)I won't be needin' them in Hotel Happiness (oh, yeah)'cause, darling, I found youI woke up (woke up) dreamin' of your crazy kisses (kisses) (crazy)I woke up (woke up) tellin' Mr. Misery "Here's your key" 'causeI'm checking out of Hotel LonelinessAnd no, I won't be back, yes it's true(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)Gonna make my new address at Hotel Happiness (oh, yeah)You know why, darlin', so glad I found youNo more, make my new address at Hotel Happiness'cause, darlin', I found you