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Our land use news was interrupted by a programming error by osso; she is now trying again to announce four interesting links she gleaned from the ArchNewsNow.com newsletter -

this time she won't do the fancy URL thing, as news time is fleeting:


On Concrete tents, from Wired Magazine
http://www.wired.com/news/technology/0,1282,66872,00.html?tw=newsletter_topstories_html

Will Christo resurrect Colorado project?
Denver Post
http://www.denverpost.com/Stories/0,1413,36~34034~2759315,00.html

Regarding Bury St. Edmonds, last gothic cathedral
http://www.hughpearman.com/articles5/lastgothic.html

Luxury gas station restroom
http://www.latimes.com/news/local/la-me-loo16mar16,0,3953904.story?coll=la-home-headlines

Sweet dj. You are so dear to us here. I am too weary to follow along with you, but know this, my friend. You are loved and appreciated.

and now a goodnight song from Florida.

GOODNIGHT LITTLE LAMB

It's night on the farm
And little lamb sleeps
Crickets are chirping
Night grows so deep
Soon will be morning
Sleep while you can
Just close your eyes
And sleep little lamb

There are no lambs here, listeners, but it is a nice thought to think of soft warm wool and eyelids closed.

Signing off for tonight.

Osso, tomorrow, my friend.

Osso, the cement tent is ingenious and I love the gothic cathedral. The restroom is nice, but many places have found that just keeping them clean and adding even plastic flowers seems to encourage users to be neater and cleaner.

Djjd62 and Edgar, the songs you posted were fabulous.

djjd62, are you young? The groups whose songs you post are not familiar to me, but they write fascinating lyrics. I also like the diversity of the groups.

Edgar, I looked up Dar Williams. She is so young and beautiful, but her lyrics are full of intelligence and depth.

Tomorrow, today for some, is the vernal equinox. I'll be talking about gardening by moon cycles.

Sweet dreams to all.

Magic Moments

Artist: Perry Como (peak Billboard position # 4 in 1958)
Words and Music by Hal David and Burt Bacharach


Magic moments, when two hearts are carin'
Magic moments, mem'ries we've been sharing

I'll never forget the moment we kissed the night of the hay ride
The way that we hugged to try to keep warm while takin' a sleigh ride

CHORUS
Magic moments, mem'ries we've been sharin'
Magic moments, when two hearts are carin'
Time can't erase the memory of
These magic moments filled with love

The telephone call that tied up the line for hours and hours
The Saturday dance I got up the nerve to send you some flowers

CHORUS

(The way that we cheered whenever our team was scoring a touchdown)
The time that the floor fell out of my car when I put the clutch down
(The penny arcade, the games that we played, the fun and the prizes)
The Halloween hop when everyone came in funny disguises

Magic moments filled with love

Can we have a novelty song section?

Has anyone ever heard

"Does your chewing gum lose its flavour on the bed-post overnight?"

or

"Gordon's not a moron cause he knows who wrote Handel's "Messiah""

eh?

Any more?

You don't ask me, do you?

Lonnie Donnegan:

Oh-me, oh-my, oh-you
Whatever shall I do
Hallelujah, the question is peculiar
I'd give a lot of dough
If only I could know
The answer to my question
Is it yes or is it no

Does your chewing gum lose its flavour
On the bedpost overnight
If your mother says don't chew it
Do you swallow it in spite
Can you catch it on your tonsils
Can you heave it left and right
Does your chewing gum lose its flavour
On the bedpost overnight

Here comes a blushing bride
The groom is by her side
Up to the altar
Just as steady as Gibraltar
Why, the groom has got the ring
And it's such a pretty thing
But as he slips it on her finger
The choir begins to sing

Does your chewing gum lose its flavour
On the bedpost overnight
If your mother says don't chew it
Do you swallow it in spite
Can you catch it on your tonsils
Can you heave it left and right
Does your chewing gum lose its flavour
On the bedpost overnight

Now the nation rise is one
To send their only son
Up to the White House
Yes, the nation's only White House
To voice their discontent
Unto the Pres-I-dent
They pawn the burning question
What has swept this continent

[Lonnie speaks:]
If tin whistles are made of tin
What do they make fog horns out of
Boom, boom

Does your chewing gum lose its flavour
On the bedpost overnight
If your mother says don't chew it
Do you swallow it in spite
Can you catch it on your tonsils
Can you heave it left and right
Does your chewing gum lose its flavour
On the bedpost overnight

On the bedpost overnight

[Man:]
Hello there, I love you and the one who holds you tight

[Lonnie:]
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Sat'day night

On the bedpost overnight

[Man:]
A dollar is a dollar and a dime is a dime

[Lonnie:]
He's singin' out the chorus
But he hasn't got the time

On the bedpost overnight, yeah

The second is by Julie and Gordon, but I can't find the lyrics online.

Thank you Walter, and good morning.

It's time now for my morning cup of tea. My companions have not yet surfaced.

(one of the lines in the second song was "yippee-oo-lah")

Der Drachenfels



Sag an, was hinauf zur Drachenkluft
Die bunt bewegte Menge ruft?
Voran eine Jungfrau, so rosig und hold;
Einen Lilienkranz in der Locken Gold?

»Der Heiden Beute, die Christenbraut,
So heut dem Drachen wird vertraut!«
Dort obenschimmert der Blutaltar,
Bang starrt hinauf die verstummte Schar.

Seht an der steilen Felsenwand
Die Jungfrau im weißen Lichtgewand!
Schon hört man den Drachen keuchend nah'n,
Die gewohnte Beute zu empfahn.

Und aus dem giftigen Felsenspalt
Wälzt sich die gräßliche Missgestalt.
Der Jungfrau naht das Ungetüm,
Ein Sprung noch, ein Hauch und sie ist dahin.

Da hält sie aus des Busens Flor
Ein Crucifix ihm betend vor,
Und wie der Drache dies Bildnis erschaut,
Da ächzt er gewaltig und knirschet laut,
Vom Felshang stürzt er sich zischend hinab,
Im Abgrund empfängt ihn das gähnende Grab.

Lyrics by Arthur Lutze (1813-1870)

Music by Johann Karl Gottfried Loewe (1796-1869) , "Der Drachenfels" , op. 121 no. 2, published 1838.

McTag -- additions to your novelty songs chain:

Mareziedoats
The one-eyed, one-horned purple people-eater
Hadsat Ralstan
(phonetic spellings on #1 and #3)

(That famous day in history the men of the 7th Cavalry went riding on)
(And from the rear a voice was heard)
(A brave young man with a trembling word rang loud and clear)
What am I doin' here??

Please Mr. Custer, I don't wanna go
Hey, Mr. Custer, please don't make me go
I had a dream last night about the comin' fight
Somebody yelled "attack!"
And there I stood with a arrow in my back.

Please Mr. Custer, I don't wanna go (forward Ho!!)--aaww

SPOKEN: Look at them bushes out there
They're moving and there's a injun behind every one
Hey, Mr. Custer-you mind if I be excused the rest of the afternoon?
HEY CHARLIE, DUCK YER HEAD!! <sound of arrow whizzing by>
Hmm, you're a little bit late on that one, Charlie
Hooh, I bet that smarts!

(They were sure of victory, the men of the 7th Cavalry, as they rode on)
(But then from the rear a voice was heard)
(That same brave voice with the trembling word rang loud and clear)
What am I doin' here??

Please Mr. Custer, I don't wanna go
Listen, Mr. Custer, please don't make me go
There's a redskin a-waitin' out there, just fixin to take my hair
A coward I've been called cuz I don't wanna wind up dead or bald

Please Mr. Custer, I don't wanna go (forward HO)--aaww

SPOKEN: I wonder what the injun word for friend is
Let's see--friend-- kemo sabe, that's it
KEMO SABE!, HEY OUT THERE, KEMO SABE!
Nope, that itn't it
Look at them durned injuns
Theyre runnin' around like a bunch of wild Indians-heh, heh, heh
Nah, this ain't no time for jokin'

A Good Day to All:

Some celebrities born this date:

1904 B. F. Skinner, behavioral psychologist (Susquehanna, PA; died 1990)
1908 Michael Redgrave, actor (Britain; died 1985)
1917 Dame Vera Lynn, singer (London) ("Auf Wiederseh'n Sweetheart", We'll Meet Again; White Cliffs of Dover)
1922 Carl Reiner, actor/comedian (Bronx, NY)
1928 Fred Rogers ("Mr. Rogers"), children's entertainer (Latrobe, PA)(Died 2003)
1930 Marian McPartland, jazz pianist (Stough, England)
1931 Hal Linden, actor/singer (New York, NY)
1937 Jerry Reed, singer/songwriter (Atlanta, GA)
1939 Brian Mulroney, Canadian prime minister (Baie-Comeau, Quebec, Canada)
1945 Pat Riley, basketball coach (Rome, NY)
1948 Bobby Orr, hockey player (Parry Sound, Ontario, Canada)
1950 William Hurt, actor (Washington, DC)
1957 Spike Lee, filmmaker (Atlanta, GA)
1958 Holly Hunter, actress (Conyers, GA)

"My Boomerang Won't Come Back"- by Charlie Drake, I like that one.

Das Rheinmaedchen sagt danke, Walter, war beeindrueckt. Ich auch.

Good morning, WA2K radio.

My, my. it seems that I have some catching up to do. First, let me say, listeners and staff, that I was taken with Osso's tall and innovative structures, from cathedral to inflatable concrete tent. What will those Brits come up with next? When creative people see a need and respond to it, we all benefit, no?

Raggedy has once again informed us of famous people and their natal day. Interesting that Skinner should be among them--he of the rats and the maze and perhaps the father of behaviorism, based on Pavlov, of course.

And, as Walter and McTag exchange novelty songs in German, and dys and Andrew sing about Custer and mares eating oats, I will contribute my version of a bear tale inspired by our reference to that Russian bear:



The Preacher and the Bear (2)
(Joe Arizona)

[Bb] Now a preacher went out walkin'
Was [Eb] on one Sunday [Bb] morn'
It was against his religion
But he [CA] took his gun a-[FA] long
He [Bb] shot himself some mighty fine quail
And [Ebb] one little "measly" [Bb] hare
But [Ebb] on his way [Bb] returnin' home
He met a [FA] great big grizzly [Bb] bear;

NARRATION: Well, the bear got down in the middle of the road
On all fours like a great big toad
And looked that preacher right square in the eye
And the preacher looked at him and said: "Bye-bye."
Started down the road and took out to run
The bear right after that preacher did come
Run and they run for about a mile
Then they both sat down and rested awhile
The preacher got up - started again
The bear he started out with more vim
They ran and they ran til he spotted a tree
Said: "Up on the limb is the place for me."
The bear got close - made a grab for him
Preacher leaps up and he made the limb
Pulled himself up and turns about
Cast his eyes to the skies and he did shout;



Refrain: "[Bb] Oh, Lad, you delivered [Ebb] Daniel from the lion's [Bb] den
Also delivered Jonah from the [CA] belly of the whale and [FA] then
The [Bb] Hebrew children from the fiery furnace
So the [Ebb] good book do [Bb] declare
Yes! [Ebb] Lord, if you can't [Bb] help me,
For goodness [FA] sake don't help that [Bb] bear."



NARRATION: Just about then the limb let go
And the preacher came tumblin' down
Reached in his pocket, pulled his razor out
Just before he hit the ground
He hit the ground with an awful bang
It was a terrible sight
The preacher and the bear, with a razor in his hair
Just a-cutin' left and right
Well, they rolled around on the ground
The preacher was up and then he was down
The bear let out an awful moan
It looked like the preacher was holden' his own
"Lord, if I get out of here alive
That Good Book I will abide
I'll never sin on Sabbath day
And Sunday come, I'll pray and pray."
To the heavens, he did glance
Said; "Lord, just gimme one more chance."
Then his suspenders gave away
And he knocked that bear ten feet away
Then the preacher got up and made a bound
To the tree where he'd be safe and sound
Pulled himself up and turned about
Cast his eyes to the skies and he did shout:

Repeat chorus.

Well,
like I've explained in this town many times before I ain't a drinkin' man.
I quit in Miami on Sunday.
As my knees were shakin' and my teeth were chatterin', I swore I would never do it again.

But I had promised my brother-in-law that
I'd watch his still while he went into town to vote.

An' it was right up on the mountain where the map said it would be.
Friends let me tell you one thing it wadn't no ordinary still.

Oh.
OK. You're on the record

Stood up there on that mountain like a huuuuuuuge golden opal,
God's little lanterns 's twinklin' on and off in the heavens
God's big ol' yella moon was shinin' on the cool clear evenin',
Like I've explained many times before, I ain't a drinkin' man,
But, on that particular occasion, the temptation got the best of me, and
This feelin' comes over me and I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I- took a slaaaash...

Shew!

That yella whiskey runnin' down my throat tast like honeydew vine water, and I took another slash.
Took another and another and another, an' 'fore I knew it
I'd downed one whole jug o' that **** and commenced to get hot flashes.
Goosepimples 's runnin' up and down my body
All the sudden this, this feelin' comes over me

do-do-do-do-do

's like, somethin' I'd never experienced before,
's like,
's like I was in love,
In love for the nine hundred and 35th time
With anything that moooooved...
Animate, in-animate, conehead, no cone it didn't matter.

's like there's this, this great neon sign flashin' on and off in my brain sayin',
"Jimmy Buffett...
you fool.
There's a great day a comin'..."
'Cause I was DRUNK!

I wadn't knee-crawlin',
Coral Reeferin' (yeah I've seen that)
Commode-huggin' drunk.
No, I was God's own drunk, and a fearless man.

And That's
When I first-saw-the-bear.

He was a Kodiak lookin' fella 'bout 19 feet tall
He rambled up over the hill
'spectin' me to do one of two things:
flip or fly, I didn't do either one.
Hung him up.

Started sniffin' 'round my body tryin' to smell a little fear,
But he ain't gonna smell it, 'cause I'm God's own drunk and a fearless man.
Hung him up.

I had him on the run, I thought to myself.
Until he ate my sunglasses to show me he was a badass.
And I had just stolen them from Eckerd's and I was really pissed off!
Had a eight dollar price tag on the son of a bitches, you know?

So when he pulled 'em off my eyes was a lot redder than his was.
It hung him up.

So I said uh, "Mr. Bear...
Sir.

's 'at resPECTful way you say sir, you know.
It's like
when you drivin' down the highway and ya got,
feelin' pretty confident because you got a fuzz buster in you're car
and you got nineteen smushed out joints an empty vial on the front seat
and twenty seven cases of Budweiser in the back seat
and the cops stop ya, ya know.

Yes sir!
I wadn't doin' ****!

Then he leans on ya, you know.
So ya gotta be nice and ya go
"Please don't take me in 'cause my old lady'll kick my ass.
I's only supposed to go down to Buckhead to get the paper,
next thing I knew I was on I-75 headed for Florida!
Oh I'm in trouble now.
Got any tickets to the baaaaaall?"

Sir. I love every hair on your 27 acre body.
I know you got a lotta friends over there on the other side of Stone Mountain.
There's ole'
RareBear TallBear FreddyBear KellyJair RellyBear Smellyth'Bear Smokeyth'Bear Pokeyth'Bear;
I want you to go back over there tonight and you tell 'em I'm feelin' right.
Tell 'em I love each and every one of 'em like a brother and a sisterrrrr;
But!
If they give me any trouble tonight,
As much as I hate to do it,
I'm gonna have to run every Goddamned one of 'em
Right off the hill."

That's what I told him.

Well He took two steps back;
He didn't know what to say.
Neither did I,
(scared the **** out of me)
But I was God's own drunk and a fearless man,

I said uh,
"Mr. Bear, you know in the eyes of the Loorrrd,
We're both beasts when it comes right down to it.
So I want you to be my buddy,
'Buddy Bear.'"

He's gonna be on Hollywood Squares next week.

So I took ole' Buddy Bear by his island sized paw and I led him to the still.
He's a' sniffin' around that thing 'cause he's smellin' somethin' good.
I 'on't blame 'im.
So I gave him one of them jugs of honeydew vine water, he downed it upright,
(looked like one of them bears in the circus sippin' sasparilly in the moonlight.)
I gave him another and another and another
Before 'e knew it, he'd downed about eight of 'em and commenced to do the "bear dance."
First of all you gotta slide into second brase, break y'r leg,
Two sniffs, a snort, a fly, a turn and a grunt;
It was so simple like the boogaloo,
Plumb evaded me.

And we worked ourselves into a tumultuous uproar

I's awful tired,
went over to the hillside, laid down,
Slept for four hours, and dreamt me some tremulous dreams
(I think Cheryl Tiegs was in one of 'em, I 'on't know)
Oh-ho, yeah. Oh-ho... Big ol' American breasts, you know? Hoho!

An' wh'

When I woke up, (I didn't wanna wake up. I's out there uh, "Gone to the Bahamas!")

But when I woke up, there was God's yella moon shinin' on the cool clear evenin',
God's little lanterns 's twinklin' on and off in the heavens, an
An' I looked around,
No one to be found.
It seems that
That my buddy the bear...
Was missin'...

You want to know somethin' else friends and neighbors?

So-was-that-still.

-----

Thank you!

Thank you animal lovers! Yes!

Loved that bear song, dys.

Listeners, can you picture a drunken kodiak with a Kodak? That would really be a picture to see.

Joke for today:

Prosecutor: Did you kill the victim?

Defendant: No, I did not.

Prosecutor: Do you know what the penalties are for perjury?

Defendant: Yes, I do. And they're a heck of a lot better than the penalty for murder.

Back later, folks. Time for me to pick up a paper and view another puzzle from New Yawk. <smile>

Baby Sittin' Boogie - Buzz Clifford

[Words and Music by Johnny Parker]

(Gggggggggggggggg, da, da, da-da-da-da)

My girl, baby-sits for someone her block
Then I come up to join her and we start to rock
The baby hears the beat and man it is a shock
When he goes (ggggggggggggg, ggggggggggggg)

A rockin' type a boogie is a kind a song
That makes this little baby wanna sing along
And though he maybe gets the tune a little wrong
He still goes (boogie-on-na-day)

He isn't too young to really feel the beat
He rocks back and forth in his little seat
He claps both his hands and he taps his feet
And he sings (doo-doo-da-da-da-da-da)

He is a hully gully bouncin' baby boy
You know the record player is his favorite toy
And don't forget he's eveybody´s pride and joy
When he goes (ooo-ah-ge-he)

(Yo-a-ah-ah)

(La-da,la-da,la-da)

I know there isn't anyone to take a bet
But surely he's the youngest teenager yet
And probably the hippist of the diaper set
Cause he goes (go man, I like that)

He strolls in his stroller with the radio on
He doesn't go to sleep until the music's gone
He imitates the singer in the group
(With a low down voice)
(Low down, dug-a-dug-a)

And when it's time to tuck him in his little bed
With all that music runnin' through his sleepy head
The little fella doesn't say, goodnight
Instead, but he says (boog-ooo, boog-ooo, boog-ooo)
Aaaaaaaaaaallllllllllllvin

Ah, edgar, those rockin babies. I love the song, which I have never heard, but I wonder about that baby's first word.

Listeners, I am searching for Anitra's Dance by Grieg. The problem with classical music, is that it's very difficult to identify the melody line unless one knows the classification. Any help would be appreciated.

"It takes a heap o levin to make a house a home...." and it takes a lot of searchin' to identify a song."

Mean while, let's continue with the lyrics of the absurd:

THREE LITTLE FISHES

Down in the meadow in a little bitty pool
Were three little fishes and their mommy fishy too
Swim! said the mommy fishy, Swim if you can!
And they swam and they swam right over the dam

chao: Bop Bop datum datum wattum, chao (3xi)
And they swam and they swam all over the dam (repeats last line)

Stop! said the mommy fishy, You'll get lost!
But the three little fishes didn't want to be bossed
So the three little fishes set off on a spree
And they swam and they swam right out to the sea

Whee yelled the fishes, oh here's a lot of fun.
Swim in the sea 'til the day is done
So they swam and they swam, it was all, a lark.
'Til all of a sudden they saw a shark.

Whoa, cried the fishes, oh look at the whales
Quick as they could they turned on their tails
Back to the pool in the meadow they swam
And swam and swam back over the dam.

We certainly do find a lot of stuff here on WA2K radio.

Letty: I don't know how to find a song in it's entirety, but you can find a sample of Anitra's Dance here:

http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B000002A21/ref=pm_dp_ln_m_2/102-9627280-9084146?v=glance&s=music&vi=samples