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M.D., Welcome back island man. Fantastic light song. Did Einstein write that?

The truth is out there, everyone.

X---The Have Nots lyrics

Artist: X-Files:


Drink at the Bar Nothing bar anything

But the bottom step of the ladder

It keeps gettin' higher and higher

chorus:

Dawn comes soon enough for the working class

It keeps getting sooner or later

This is the game that moves as you play

How does it feel to have your own bottle of booze

Behind the bar how does it feel

To play cards with the barmaids while they work

At Jocko's Rocket Ship and the One Eyed Jack

My Sin and The Lucky Star

A steady place to study and drink

bridge:

Day old days

Ancient bloody mary bastards in a hard-

Core blue collar bar

Here we sit

A shot and a beer

After another hard earned day

(repeat chorus)

At the Hi-D-Hi and the Hula Gal

Beehive Bar and the Zircon Lounge

G.G.'s Cozy Corner, The Gift of Love

Stop 'N' Drink, Sit 'N' Sip, Rest 'N Pieces

Dexter's New Approach and The Get Down Lounge

The Aorta Bar, Detroit's Main Vein...


I believe that I would rather see a flyin' saucer, y'all

well, in that case,

We interrupt this record
To bring you a special bulletin
The reports of a flying saucer
Hovering over the city
Have been confirmed
The flying saucers are real

(Too real when I feel what my heart can't conceal)

That was The Clatters Recording, Too Real

We switch you now to our
On the spot reporter downtown

(Come on, baby Let's go downtown)

Take it away
John Cameron Cameron

This is John
Cameron Cameron downtown
Pardon me, madam
Would you tell our audience
What would you do if
The saucer were to land

(Duck back in the alley)

Thank you and now
That gentleman there

(What I'm gonna do Is hard to tell)

And the gentleman
With the guitar
What would you do, sir

(Just take a walk Down lonely street)

Thank you
We return you now...

This is Drak
Your outer space disc jockey
With a request for earth

(Earth angel, earth angel)

That was The Pelicans outer
Space recording, Earth
I`ve just been handed a bulletin
The flying saucer has just landed
We switch you again downtown

Here we are again
We have with us Professor
Sir Cedric Pentingmode
Of the British Institute
And the professor is approaching
The saucer to see if there's
Possibly any sign of life aboard

Well, I'm sure something
Are you there

(I hear you knocking, but you can't come in)

That was Laughing
Lewis's record, Knocking

This is John Cameron
Cameron on the spot
And now I believe we're
About to hear the words of
the first spaceman ever
To land on Earth

(Womp bop a loo bop a lomp bam boom)

And now here are the ball scores
Four to three, six to two
And eight to one

The impact of seeing
The first spaceman has
This reporter reeling

(Here I go reeling
Uh-oh, uh-oh...)

That was The Clatters again
With their big one, Uh-Oh

This is John Cameron
Cameron again downtown
The spaceman has returned
To his ship and is taking off
We return you now to our studios

The flying saucer has gone
There is no threat of an invasion
However, the flying saucers
Are still around

(Still around)

We are not going
To interrupt this record
Yes, we are

The flying saucer
Has landed again
Washington, The Secretary
Of Defense has just said

(Ain't that a shame)

That was Skinny Dynamo's
Record, That's A Shame

This is John Cameron
Cameron, part two
Gathered around me are
Several of the spacemen
Tell us, have you come
To conquer the world

And now would you
Repeat that in English

(Don't want the world
To have and hold)

Hey, why don't you go back where you came from

(Don't be angry
And drive me away)

We return you now to our studios

Here is a news item
From Washington
The President has just
Issued a statement to the
Spacemen and we quote

(You can do anything
But lay off of my
Blue suede shoes)

That was Pa Gherkins record, Shoes
We switch you again downtown

This is John Cameron
Cameron downtown
Professor Sir Cedric of
the British Institute
Tell us how were
The saucers able to land

Well, you see..

(The motor cooled down
The heat went down)

That was Huckle Berry's recording
The Moter Cooled Down

This is John Cameron
Cameron again
I believe the spaceman has
A final parting word

(See you later, alligator)

We return you now
To our studios

The spacemen have gone again
But look to the skies
The saucers will
Always be there

(Always be there)

Goodbye, earth people

M.D. How did you do that? Fabulous, island in the sun. I think I knew every one of those songs, too, and the best I can do is....

Harry Belafonte - Island In The Sun Lyrics

(Harry Belafonte and Lord Burges)

This is my island in the sun
Where my people have toiled since time begun
I may sail on many a sea
Her shores will always be home to me

Oh, island in the sun
Willed to me by my father's hand
All my days I will sing in praise
Of your forest, waters, your shining sand

As morning breaks the heaven on high
I lift my heavy load to the sky
Sun comes down with a burning glow
Mingles my sweat with the earth below

Oh, island in the sun
Willed to me by my father's hand
All my days I will sing in praise
Of your forest, waters, your shining sand

I see woman on bended knee
Cutting cane for her family
I see man at the waterside
Casting nets at the surging tide

Oh, island in the sun
Willed to me by my father's hand
All my days I will sing in praise
Of your forest, waters, your shining sand

I pray the day will never come
When I can't awake to the sound of drum
Never let me miss carnival
With calypso songs philosophical

Oh, island in the sun
Willed to me by my father's hand
All my days I will sing in praise
Of your forest, waters, your shining sand

thank you, place in the sun

Like a long lonely stream
I keep runnin' towards a dream
Movin' on, movin' on
Like a branch on a tree
I keep reachin' to be free
Movin' on, movin' on

'Cause there's a place in the sun
Where there's hope for ev'ryone
Where my poor restless heart's gotta run
There's a place in the sun
And before my life is done
Got to find me a place in the sun

Like an old dusty road
I get weary from the load
Movin' on, movin' on
Like this tired troubled earth
I've been rollin' since my birth
Movin' on, movin' on

There's a place in the sun
Where there's hope for ev'ryone
Where my poor restless heart's gotta run
There's a place in the sun
And before my life is done
Got to find me a place in the sun

You know when times are bad
And you're feeling sad
I want you to always remember

Yes, there's a place in the sun
Where there's hope for ev'ryone
Where my poor restless heart's gotta run
There's a place in the sun
Where there's hope for ev'ryone
Where my poor restless heart's gotta run
There's a place in the sun
Where there's hope for ev'ryone...

Ah, M.D. Thank you for that reminder. It's all right to chase a dream.

Strange, all. The other night, Turner Classic Movies showed a WWII movie and the song from it was something about "....we went to sunny Italy, just to take a little walk in the sun..." wish that I could have stayed awake long enough to remember.

Well, my erstwhile Turtle friend. Here's one that just crept into my mind. I don't know why that I know it, but I do.


WHITE SILVER SANDS
Don Rondo

Where the deep blue pearly waters
Wash upon while silver sands
There on the brink of love I kissed her
And obeyed our hearts command

Where the deep blue pearly waters
Wash upon while silver sands
We watched the sun set in the evening
In a far and distant land

So beneath God's blue heaven
There's a place that I must go
See the sun set in the evening
With the only girl I know

er, that one should have gone out with the ebb tide methinks.

I finally found out why I know Japanese Sandman.

Haiti Cherie, says Haiti is my beloved land
Oh I never knew that I have to leave you to understand
Just how much I miss the gallant Citadel,
Where days long ago, brave men served this country well.

Where sun is bright, or evening with soft moonlight
Shading tree, Creole maiden for company
A gentle breeze, a warm caress if you please
Work, laughter and play, yes we'll always be this way

Haiti Cherie, now I've returned to your soil so dear
Let me hear again, the things that give music to my ear.
The lone shepherd's horn that welcomes the rising morn
When roads overflow as crowds to Iron market go.

Where sun is bright, or evening with soft moonlight
Shading tree, Creole maiden for company
A gentle breeze, a warm caress if you please
Work, laughter and play, yes we'll always be this way

Harry Belafonte
Haiti Cherie

Letty,
I feel this is important enough to interrupt and let you and others know what I heard. I heard Tryagain from the riddle thread is leaving A2K for good. I do not know him but I thought those of you that do would want to know so you can speak to him or say goodbye. That is all.

Twilight Time
The Platters

Heavenly shades of night are falling, it's twilight time
Out of the mist your voice is calling, 'tis twilight time
When purple-colored curtains mark the end of day
I'll hear you, my dear, at twilight time

Deepening shadows gather splendor as day is done
Fingers of night will soon surrender the setting sun
I count the moments darling till you're here with me
Together at last at twilight time

Here, in the afterglow of day, we keep our rendezvous beneath the blue
And, in the same and sweet old way I fall in love again as I did then

Deep in the dark your kiss will thrill me like days of old
Lighting the spark of love that fills me with dreams untold
Each day I pray for evening just to be with you
Together at last at twilight time

Here, in the afterglow of day, we keep our rendezvous beneath the blue
And, in the same and sweet old way I fall in love again as I did then

Deep in the dark your kiss will thrill me like days of old
Lighting the spark of love that fills me with dreams untold
Each day I pray for evening just to be with you
Together at last at twilight time
Together at last at twilight time

TTH, I am certain that Tryagain will let us know something. If not, there's nothing much we can do. Perhaps he got arrested for tax evasion. (just kidding.)

Speaking of Haiti edgar, does anyone remember Graham Greene's The Comedians? Scary, really. Here's Kris again with that song about Papa Doc.

Duvalier's Dream

Duvalier was a bitter man who cursed the morning sun
That brought a new betrayal every day.
He shunned the world of mortals and the sound of human tongues
And blessed the night that chased their sight away.
A disillusioned dreamer who would never love again
Who'd tried of it and found that it was rotten.
Prefering perfect strangers to the company of friends
Because strangers are so easily forgotten.

CHORUS:
Oh, it's hard to keep believing when you know you've been decieved.
To face a lie and dare to try again, but there's nothing like a woman
with a spell of make believe to make a new believer of a man.
Duvalier took the fickle turns of fortune in his stride
Expecting next to nothing out of life.
Till fortune found a girl who fanned a flame he thought had died
Whose burning beauty cut him like a knife.
She touched him through the senses that his mind could not control.
Then smiling stepped aside and watched him fall.
Betrayed by his own body and the hunger in his soul
Duvalier was a dreamer after all.
CHORUS
Oh, it's hard to keep believing when you know you've been decieved.
To face a lie and dare to try again, but there's nothing like a woman
with a spell of make believe to make a new believer of a man.

Sorry, all. I refuse to edit the spelling in that song. Just take it as you hear it.

Oops, edgar. Missed your twilight time, Texas. Thanks again. We don't have twilight in Florida, and I miss that dusky time when the sun sets behind the hills.

Does anyone remember this one?

Twilight On the Trail

When it's twilight on the trail,
And I jog along,
The world is like a dream
And the ripple of the stream is my song . . .

When it's twilight on the trail,
And I rest once more,
My ceiling is the sky
And the grass on which I lie is my floor . . .

Never ever have a nickel in my jeans,
Never ever have a debt to pay,
Still I understand what real contentment means,
Guess I was born that way . . .

When it's twilight on the trail,
And my voice is still,
Please plant this heart of mine
Underneath the lonesome pine on the hill . . .

( Underneath the lonesome pine on the hill . . . )
When it's twilight on the trail . . .

a couple of tunes here

the first is dedicated to edgar's thread on internet feuds gone bad, and the second is a long distance dedication from tryagain to TTH

I Was In The House When The House Burned Down
Warren Zevon

I had the sh*t till it all got smoked
I kept the promise till the vow got broke
I had to drink from the lovin' cup
I stood on the banks till the river rose up
I saw the bride in her wedding gown
I was in the house when the house burned down

I may be old and I may be bent
But I had the money till it all got spent
I had the money till they made me pay
Then I had the sense to be on my way
I had to stay in the underground
I was in the house when the house burned down

I was in the house when the house burned down
I met the man with the thorny crown
I helped Him carry his cross through town
I was in the house when the house burned down

I was in the house when the house burned down
I met the man with the thorny crown
I helped Him carry his cross through town
I was in the house when the house burned down

I had the sh*t till it all got smoked
I kept the promise till the vow got broke
I had to drink from the lovin' cup
I stood on the banks till the river rose up
I saw the bride in her wedding gown
I was in the house when the house burned down


Babe
Styx

Babe, Im leaving, I must be on my way
The time is drawing near
My train is going, I see it in your eyes
The love, the need, your tears
But Ill be lonely without you
And Ill need your love to see me through
Please believe me, my heart is in your hands
And Ill be missing you.

You know its you babe
Whenever I get weary and Ive had enough
Feel like giving up
You know its you babe
Giving me the courage and the strength I need
Please believe that its true
Babe, I love you.

You know its you babe
Whenever I get weary and Ive had enough
Feel like giving up
You know its you babe
Giving me the courage and the strength I need
Please believe that its true
Babe, I love you.

Babe, Im leaving, Ill say it once again
Somehow try to smile
I know the feeling were trying to forget
If only for a while
But Ill be lonely without you
And Ill need your love to see me through
Please believe me, my heart is in your hands
And Ill be missing you
Babe, I love you.


, i may be going straight to hell

I don't think there was ever any doubt about that, djjd...

Straight to Hell
The Clash

If you can play on the fiddle
How's about a British jig and reel?
Speaking King's English in quotation
As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust water froze
In the generation
Clear as winter ice
This is your paradise

There ain't no need for ya
There ain't no need for ya
Go straight to Hell boys
Go straight to Hell boys

Y'wanna join in a chorus
Of the Amerasian blues?
When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh City
Kiddie say papa papa papa papa papa-san take me home
See me got photo photo
Photograph of you and Mamma Mamma Mamma-san
Of you and Mamma Mamma Mamma-san
Lemme tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo kid.
It ain't Coca-Cola it's rice.

Straight to Hell, boys
Go straight to Hell, boys
Go straight to Hell, boys
Go straight to Hell, boys
Oh Papa-san
Please take me home
Oh Papa-san
Everybody they wanna go home
So Mamma-san said

You wanna play mind-crazed banjo
On the druggy-drag ragtime U.S.A.?
In Parkland International
Hey! Junkiedom U.S.A.
Where procaine proves the purest rock man groove
and rat poison
The volatile Molotov says-

PSSST...
HEY CHICO WE GOT A MESSAGE FOR YA... SI...
VAMOS VAMOS MUCHACHO
FROM ALPHABET CITY ALL THE WAY A TO Z, DEAD, HEAD

Go straight to Hell, boys
Go straight to Hell, boys
Straight to Hell

Oh Papa-San
Please take me home
There ain't no need for ya,
There ain't no need for ya

Go straight to Hell, boys
Go straight to Hell, boys

Can you cough it up loud and strong
The immigrants
They wanna sing all night long
It could be anywhere
Most likely could be any frontier
Any hemisphere
No man's land
Ain't no asylum here
King Solomon he never lived round here

Straight to Hell, boys
Go straight to Hell, boys
Go straight to Hell, boys
Go straight to Hell, boys

Oh Papa-San
Please take me home
Oh Papa-San
Everybody, they wanna go home now

djjd - can you oblige with some Belle and Sebastian?

Lord have mercy, there's another Canuck. Beth, has hbg left A2K?

tigermilk is by far my fave belle and sebastian album

here's the first and last song

The State I Am In

I was surprised, I was happy for a day in 1975
I was puzzled by a dream, it stayed with me all day in 1995
My brother had confessed he was gay
It took the heat off me for a while
He stood up with a sailor friend
Made it known upon my sisters wedding day

I got married in a rush to save a kid from being deported
Now she's in love
I was so touched, I was moved to kick the crutches
From my crippled friend
She was not impressed cause I cured her on the Sabbath
I went to confess
When she saw the funny side, we introduced my child bride
To whisky and gin
To whiskey and gin

The priest in the booth had a photographic memory
For all he had heard
And he took all of my sins and he wrote a pocket novel called
"The State I Am In"

And so I gave myself to God
There was a pregnant pause before he said ok
Now I spend my day turning tables round In Marks & Spencer's
They don't seem to mind

I gave myself to sin
I gave myself to Providence
And I've been there and back again
The state that I am in

I gave myself to sin
I gave myself to Providence
And I've been there and back again
The state that I am in

Oh love of mine, would you condescend to help me
Cause I'm stupid and blind
Oh and desperation is the Devil's work, it is the folly of a boy's empty mind
Now I'm feeling dangerous, riding on city buses for a hobby is sad
Why don't you lead me to a living end
I promised that I'd entertain my crippled friend
My crippled friend

I gave myself to sin
I gave myself to Providence
And I've been there and back again
The state that I am in

I gave myself to sin
I gave myself to Providence
And I've been there and back again
The state that I am in

I gave myself to sin
I gave myself to Providence
And I've been there and back again
The state that I am in

I gave myself to sin
I gave myself to Providence
And I've been there and back again
The state that I am in

I gave myself to sin
And I've been there and back again
Oh yeah


Mary Jo

Mary Jo, living alone
Drinking tea, on her own
She wants, I don't know what you want

Mary Jo, living alone
Drinking gin the telly's on
She wants

The night to follow day and back again
She doesn't want to sleep
Well who could blame her if she wants?
The night to follow day and back again
She doesn't want to sleep
Well who could blame her, if she sleeps?
Well who could blame her, if she sleeps?
Well who could blame her, if she's sleeping?

Mary Jo, back with yourself
For company, keep telling yourself you're young
And It'll happen soon

Mary Jo, no one can guess
What you've been through
Now you've got love to burn

It's someone else's turn to go through Hell
Now you can see them come from fifty yards
Yeah you can tell
It's someone else's turn to take a fall
And now you are the one who's strong enough to help them
The one who's strong enough to help them
The one who's strong enough to help them all

Mary Jo, you're looking thin
You're reading a book, "The State I Am In"
But oh, it doesn't help at all
What you want is a cigarette
And a thespian with a caravanette in Hull

Yeah, life is never dull in your dreams
A pity that it never seems to work the way you see it
Life is never dull in your hand
A sorry tale of action and the men you left for
Women, and the men you left for
Intrigue, and the men you left for dead

The Boy Done Wrong Again
Belle & Sebastian

The boy done wrong again
Hang your head in shame and cry your life away
The boy done wrong again
Hang your head in shame and cry your life away
Are you ok now?

On Saturday I was an angel shining fair
You shone louder, longer
You put my shine to shame
Put me to shame now

What is it I must do to pay for all my crimes?
What is it I must do?
I would do it all the time
Do it all the time now

All I wanted was to sing the saddest song
And if you would sing along I will be happy now

The woodland spring has put the darkness from your thinking
If this town's your sinking ship
Then you know where to jump

Talking dirty, for a hobby that's alright
Pour another glass of wine
I'll think of England this time

All I wanted was to sing the saddest song
And if you would sing along
Oh if you would sing along
if you only sing along I will be happier

hi , everyone in listening land
VISTA has been giving me a mighty lot of trouble , but i hope i'll some day be the MASTER
i thought john denver's song might be appropriate for my "homecoming"
hbg

Well, y'all, as our dj plays for Miss Beth, we welcome hbg back to our wee studio. Love that John Denver song, Canada. Did you know there's a Buena Vista in Virginia?

Here's one by Johnny Mercer of Savannah, GA.


Back home again in Indiana oh it seems that I can see

That gleaming candlelight still burning bright

Through the sycamores for me

That new mown hay sends all its fragrance

From the fields I used to roam

Oh I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash

Then I long for my Indiana home



Back home again in Indiana oh it seems that I can see

That gleaming candlelight still flickering bright

Through the sycamores for me

Lotsa mown hay sends all its fragrance

From the fields I used to roam

When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash

And I long for my Indiana home