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Please Mr. Sun
Tommy Edwards

[Words by Sid Frank and Music by Ray Getzov]

Talk to her please, Mr Sun
Speak to her, Mr Rainbow
And take her under your branches, Mr Tree

Whisper to her, Mr Wind
Sing to her, Mr Robin
And Mrs. Moonlight, put in a word for me

Tell her how I feel
It shouldn't end this way
Since you are all her friends
She'll listen to whatever you have to say

Babble to her, Mr Brook
Kiss her for me, Miss Raindrop
And watch to see they all do, please Mr Sun

Babble to her, Mr Brook
Kiss her for me, Miss Raindrop
And watch to see they all do, please Mr Sun

Good morning, WA2K listeners and contributors.

edgar, that is a perfect song to sing to begin our day. Thanks, Texas. We do know that the elements of earth speak "...softly as in the morning sunrise...."

Let's not forget the clouds, folks.

Joni Mitchell (sans punctuation.)

Rows and floes of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons evrywhere
Ive looked at clouds that way

But now they only block the sun
They rain and snow on evryone
So many things I would have done
But clouds got in my way
Ive looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
Its cloud illusions I recall
I really dont know clouds at all

Moons and junes and ferris wheels
The dizzy dancing way you feel
As evry fairy tale comes real
Ive looked at love that way

But now its just another show
You leave em laughing when you go
And if you care, dont let them know
Dont give yourself away

Ive looked at love from both sides now
From give and take, and still somehow
Its loves illusions I recall
I really dont know love at all

Tears and fears and feeling proud
To say I love you right out loud
Dreams and schemes and circus crowds
Ive looked at life that way

But now old friends are acting strange
They shake their heads, they say Ive changed
Well somethings lost, but somethings gained
In living evry day

Ive looked at life from both sides now
From win and lose and still somehow
Its lifes illusions I recall
I really dont know life at all
Ive looked at life from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
Its lifes illusions I recall
I really dont know life at all

June Lockhart
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

June Lockhart (born on June 25, 1925 in New York City, New York) is an American television and film actress, primarily on soap operas and television. She's best known for her roles as the mothers, first as Hugh Reilly's wife, Ruth Martin, in the 1950s cult hit series, Lassie (a role she played from 1958 to 1964), and as Guy Williams's wife, Maureen Robinson, in the 1960s cult hit series, Lost in Space.

She also appeared as a regular in the soap opera General Hospital in several different years, and as Dr. Janet Craig on Petticoat Junction, replacing Bea Benaderet, who died of cancer during the show's run. She also provided the voice of Martha Day, the lead character in the Hanna-Barbara animated series These Are the Days. Lockhart was the only actress or actor to have starred in three hit series during the 1960s.

She was the only child of two actors: Canadian-born Gene Lockhart, who came to fame on Broadway in 1933 in Ah, Wilderness!, and UK-born Kathleen Arthur Lockhart. They appeared together in A Christmas Carol, in which June, as a teen, appeared. June also played supporting parts in films as Meet Me in St. Louis, Sergeant York, and The Yearling.

June Lockhart won a 1948 Tony Award for Outstanding Performance by a Newcomer (a category that no longer exists) for her role on Broadway in For Love or Money.

June Lockhart married Dr. John Lindsay (a.k.a. John F. Maloney) at St. Patrick's Cathedral in New York City in 1951. They had two daughters, June Elizabeth and Anne Kathleen (b. 1953), before eventually divorcing in 1959. June Lockhart has never remarried.

Both daughters have taken their mother's maiden name for their stage names. One daughter, Junie Lockhart, also billed as Lizbeth Lockhart, had only a brief acting career, but Anne Lockhart has appeared in numerous films and television programs, most prominently Battlestar Galactica. She also has done television commercials as well as considerable work as a sound/adr artist. Anne appeared with her mother, June, in four episodes of Lassie. Anne Lockhart married Adam C. Taylor (1966-1994), the son of actor Buck Taylor and grandson of the actor Dub Taylor (1907-1994), and had two children, Carly Taylor and Zane Taylor, before Adam was killed in a car accident in 1994.

During a taping of The Tonight Show on March 26, 2007, Jay Leno commented that June had contributed to his weekly segment, 'headlines'. He quipped, "I can't call her June," "She's Timmy's mom."

Inquiring Minds Want To Know

Why do we put suits in garment bags and garments in a suitcase?

If I melt dry ice, can I take a bath without getting wet?

Why is it that bullets ricochet off of Superman's chest,
but he ducks when the empty gun is thrown at him?

When your pet bird sees you reading the newspaper,
does he wonder why you're just sitting there, staring at carpet?

Why do tourists go to the tops of tall buildings
and then put money into telescopes so they can see things on the ground
close-up?

After eating, do amphibians have to wait one hour before getting out of
the water?

Why do we press harder on a remote control when we know the batteries
are getting weak?

Why do banks charge a fee on "insufficient funds"
when they know there is not enough?

Why does someone believe you when you say there are four billion stars,
but check when you say the paint is wet?

Why doesn't glue stick to the bottle?

Why doesn't Tarzan have a beard?

Why is it that no matter what color bubble bath you use
the bubbles are always white?

Is there ever a day that mattresses are not on sale?

Why do people constantly return to the refrigerator
with hopes that something new to eat will have materialized?

Why do people keep running over a string a dozen times with their vacuum
cleaner, then reach down, pick it up, examine it, then put it down to
give the vacuum one more chance?

Why is it that no plastic bag will open from the end you first try?

How do those dead bugs get into those enclosed light fixtures?

When we are in the supermarket and someone runs into our ankle with a
shopping cart then apologizes for doing so, why do we say, "It's all
right?" Well, it isn't all right so why don't we say, "That hurt, you
idiot?"

Why is it that whenever you attempt to catch something that's falling
off the table you always manage to knock something else over?

In winter why do we try to keep the house as warm
as it was in summer when we complained about the heat?

Good morning, hawkman. Thanks again for the bio's and we love your questions that haunt our hearts. Hey, why doesn't Tarzan have a beard?

I will play a song by Carly later, but for the moment am intrigued with George Michael, so let's hear this familiar one by him, folks.

Desafinado


If you say my singing is off key, my love
You would hurt my feelings, don't you see, my love ?
I wish I had an ear like yours,
A voice that would behave
All I have is feeling
And the voice God gave

You insist my music goes against the rules
Yes, but rules were never made for lovesick fools
I wrote this song for you
But you don't care
It's a crooked song, ah,
But my heart is there

The thing that you would see if you would play the part
Is even if I'm out of tune I have a gentle heart
I took your picture with my trusty rolliflex
And now all I have developed is complex

Possibly in vain, I hope you weaken, oh my love
And forget those rigid rules that undermine my dream of
A life of love and music with someone who'll understand

That even though I may be out of tune when I attempt to say
How much I love you
And all that matters is the message that I bring,
Which is: my dear one, I love you

Our Raggedy will be along shortly to "face the music." Until then, we await her arrival and whistle the Lassie song.

I'm glad he doesn't, but why doesn't Tarzan have a beard?

June and Carly and George




Oh, I just saw Letty's post. Great Minds!

Yes, indeed, Raggedy, and a great trio of photo's, PA. Well, George Michael has the kind of beard that I like to see and also the darkness of a beard that cannot be disguised, even after a close shave. I don't know why, but there is something really appealing about that to me, folks.

One of my favorites from Carly.

Nobody does it better
Makes me feel sad for the rest.
Nobody does it half as good as you.
Baby, you're the best.

I wasn't looking but somehow you found me.
I tried to hide from your love light,
But like heaven above me the spy who loved me
Is keeping all my secrets safe tonight.

And nobody does it better
Though sometimes I wish someone could.
Nobody does it quite the way you do.
Did you have to be so good?

The way that you hold me whenever you hold me.
There's some kind of magic inside you
That keeps me from running but just keep it coming
How'd you learn to do the things you do?

And nobody does it better
Makes me feel sad for the rest.
Nobody does it half as good as you.
Baby, baby, darling you're the best.
Baby you're the best.
Baby you're the best.
Baby you're the best.
Darling you're the best.
Darling you're the best.
Baby you're the best.
Baby you're the best.


"Nobody Does It Better" performed by Carly Simon, lyrics by Carole Bayer Sager
Music by Marvin Hamlisch.

Wakeup calls are a long-standing tradition of the NASA program. Each day during the mission, flight controllers in the Mission Control Center will greet the crew with an appropriate musical interlude. "Nobody Does It Better"

Well, Victor, nobody does it better than Carly, right?

Wish she and James had stayed together.

Here's another from that gal, folks.

Film Noir

Got on in New Haven
Last car on the train.
Put my hat on the seat,
Wipe the tears from my eyes.

I watched my life go by,
Like a movie in my brain.
Scenes unreeling;
In a sceneless chain
On the window,
and a silver screen of rain!

And the opening title scroll,
and the score comes in and under.
And I'm in the starring role,
in a world of love-struck wonder;

It's a tale full of promise, about two crazy kids;
Falling in love, but in flashback.

And then the music,
that gorgeous music;
And I wake up,
Rattling down the railroad track.

He could be sweet,
But I stayed on my guard.
Just how good a liar
can a decent man be?

I always played my hand
Like I didn't have the cards.
Cause he held them all
So I could never see.
Yes, he played me for a fool,
and I agreed.

And the closing credits roll,
And the waves come in like thunder.
Cause the hero's lost control,
And I made a fatal blunder.


Just another sad story;
Two star-crossed kids,
Racing headlong up a cul-de-sac.

And then that music,
That mournful music.
And the train's disappearing
Down that railroad track.

And the long, slow dissolve,
As we fade to black.

HI Letty. Great show.

Hey, Amigo. Welcome back, and what would you like to hear today, buddy?

How about this one?


WEEN Song Lyrics

Buenas Tardes Amigo
(From the album "CHOCOLATE & CHEESE")

Buenas tardes amigo
Hola, my good friend
Cinco de Mayo's on Tuesday
And I hoped we'd see each other again

You killed my brother last winter
You shot him three times in the back
In the night I still hear mama weeping
Oh mama, still dresses in black

I looked at every fiesta
For you I wanted to greet
Maybe I'd sell you a chicken
With poison interlaced with the meat

You... you look like my brother
Mama loved him the best
He was head honcho with the ladies
Mama always said he was blessed

The village all gathered around him
They couldn't believe what they saw
I said it was you that had killed him
And that I'd find you and upstand the law

The people of the village believed me
Mama... she wanted revenge
I told her I'd see that she was honored
I'd find you and put you to death

So now... now that I've found you
On this such a joyous day
I tell you it was me who killed him
But the truth I'll never have to say

Buenas tardes amigo
Hola, my good friend
Cinco de Mayo's on Tuesday
And I hoped we'd see each other again
Yes, I hoped we'd see each other again
I hoped we'd see each other again

Will His Love Be Like His Rum

Will his love be like his rum,
Yes it will, yes it will,
Intoxicating all night long,
Yes it will, yes it will, everybody,

Drink, drink this toast,
Drink this wedding toast,
Drink oh drink this toast,
To the two we love the most,

Did he wed her in the spring,
Yes he did, yes he did,
Did he give her finger ring,
Yes he did, yes he did,

Will her cooking be the best,
Yes it will, yes it will,
Make his belly split his best,
Yes it will, yes it will,

Will she be a perfect wife,
Yes she will, yes she will,
Make him work hard all his life,
Yes she will, yes she will,

Will we dance and sing all night-a,
Yes we will, yes we will,
Eat up evrything inside,
Yes we will, yes we will

Harry Belafonte

Love that song, edgar, but I'm not certain why. Souds like Harry is in a QandA mode.

This one by Tori Amos is odd as well, folks.

Hey kid I've got a ride for you
They say your brain is a comic book tattoo
and you'll never be anything
What will you do with your life
Oh thats all you hear from noon till night

Take a trip on a rocket ship baby
The sea is the sky
I know the guy who runs the place and he's out of sight
Flying Dutchman
Are you out there Flying Dutchman

Straight suits they don't understand
She tried that one with the alligator boots
but the other side drew her in
Heart falling fast when she left
Even the milky way was dressed in black

Take a trip on a rocket ship baby
The sea is the sky
I know the guy who runs the place and he's out of sight
Flying Dutchman
Are you out there Flying Dutchma

Cuz they can't see what you're born to be
They can't see me
They can't be what they can't believe
They can't see what you see

Keep the boys spinning in their own little world
Tie them up so they won't say a word
Keep the boys spinning in their own little world
So afraid you'll be what they never were

Take a trip on a rocket ship baby
The sea is the sky
I know the guy who runs the place and he's out of sight
Flying Dutchman
Are you out there Flying Dutchman

Cuz they can't see...

Big Boned Gal

She was a big boned gal
From southern Alberta
You just couldn't call her small
And you can bet every saturday night
She'd be heading for the legion hall

Put her blue dress on
And she'd curl her hair
Oh she's been waiting all week
And with a bounce in her step
And a wiggle in her walk
She'd be swinging down the street

You could tell she was ready
By the look in her eye
As she slipped in through the crowd
She walked with grace
As she entered the place
Ya, the big boned gal was proud

Hey, hey, the big boned gal
Ain't no doubt she's a natural
Shaking and a'snaking
And a'breaking up across the floor
Hey hey the big boned gal
Ain't no doubt she's a natural
Reeling and a'rocking
And she's yelling out for more
Now people would come
From miles around
And gather there to dance
But when the big boned gal came shuffling in
She'd hold them in a trance

K D Lang

I love K.D.Lang, edgar, especially her version of Skylark.

Somehow, folks, this song reminds me of the "big-boned girl."

Billy Joel
Uptown Girl

Uptown girl
She's been living in her uptown world
I bet she never had a back street guy
I bet her mama never told her why
I'm gonna try for an uptown girl
She's been living in her white bread world
As long as anyone with hot blood can
And now she's looking for a downtown man
That's what I am
And when she knows what
She wants from her time
And when she wakes up
And makes up her mind
She'll see I'm not so tough
Just because
I'm in love with an uptown girl
You know I've seen her in her uptown world
She's getting tired of her high class toys
And all her presents from her uptown boys
She's got a choice
Uptown girl
You know I can't afford to buy her pearls
But maybe someday when my ship comes in
She'll understand what kind of guy I've been
And then I'll win
And when she's walking
She's looking so fine
And when she's talking
She'll say that she's mine
She'll say I'm not so tough
Just because
I'm in love
With and uptown girl
She's been living in her white bread world
As long as anyone with hot blood can
And now she's looking for a downtown man
That's what I am
Uptown girl
She's my uptown girl
You know I'm in love
With an uptown girl
My uptown girl
Don't you know I'm in love
With an uptown girl
My uptown girl
You know I'm in love
With an uptown girl
My uptown girl

Hey, it just occurred to me that I should dedicated that Tori Amos song to Dutchy.

here's my favourite tori amos song

Winter
Tori Amos

Snow can wait
I forgot my mittens
Wipe my nose
Get my new boots on
I get a little warm in my heart
When I think of winter
I put my hand in my father's glove
I run off
Where the drifts get deeper
Sleeping beauty trips me with a frown
I hear a voice
"Your must learn to stand up for yourself
Cause I can't always be around"

He says
When you gonna make up your mind
When you gonna love you as much as I do
When you gonna make up your mind
Cause things are gonna change so fast
All the white horses are still in bed
I tell you that I'll always want you near
You say that things change my dear

Boys get discovered as winter melts
Flowers competing for the sun
Years go by and I'm here still waiting
Withering where some snowman was
Mirror mirror where's the crystal palace
But I only can see the myself
Skating around the truth who I am
But I know dad the ice is getting thin

When you gonna make up your mind
When you gonna love you as much as I do
When you gonna make up your mind
Cause things are gonna change so fast
All the white horses are still in bed
I tell you that I'll always want you near
You say that things change my dear

Hair is grey
And the fires are burning
So many dreams
On the shelf
You say I wanted you to be proud of me
I always wanted that myself

He says
When you gonna make up your mind
When you gonna love you as much as I do
When you gonna make up your mind
Cause things are gonna change so fast
All the white horses have gone ahead
I tell you that I'll always want you near
You say that things change
My dear

Great song, dj. She certainly is a mystic cryptic little thing, right?

Now I know why Tori is so familiar to me, folks. She did a bunch of stuff on her album Welcome to Sunny Florida. Ahhh, I recall having sent that to Lord Ellpus when he was so ill.

Here's another from that child genius.

Seaside

Heard from the TV of the latest bombing

The girls were dancing she was coming of age

Shells fired out

Flowers mowed down

Innocense targetted

Whose God is this?

Wish that she had one more day



There at the Seaside

5th of December

We chased the tide as her treasures were gathered

I had to laugh as she gave sand a bath

Jangle jangle jingle jangle

Jangle then circle again



Heard from the TV of the latest bombing

The girls were dancing, she was coming of age

Shells fired out

Flowers mowed down

Innocense targetted

What God is this?

Wish that she had one more day



There at the Seaside

5th of December

We chased the tide as her treasures were gathered

I had to laugh as she gave sand a bath

Jangle jangle Jingle Jangle

Jangle and circle again.

Wonder what that was all about.

Time for me to say goodnight, and I'll let the minstrel do it for me.

Bob Dylan

Every Grain of Sand


In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need
When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed
There's a dyin' voice within me reaching out somewhere,
Toiling in the danger and in the morals of despair.

Don't have the inclination to look back on any mistake,
Like Cain, I now behold this chain of events that I must break.
In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand
In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.

Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear,
Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good cheer.
The sun beat down upon the steps of time to light the way
To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay.

I gaze into the doorway of temptation's angry flame
And every time I pass that way I always hear my name.
Then onward in my journey I come to understand
That every hair is numbered like every grain of sand.

I have gone from rags to riches in the sorrow of the night
In the violence of a summer's dream, in the chill of a wintry light,
In the bitter dance of loneliness fading into space,
In the broken mirror of innocence on each forgotten face.

I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea
Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me.
I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man
Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.

From Letty with love