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Baz Luhrmann - Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen)


Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of '99
If I could offer you only 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 have 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're 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 troubles in your life are apt to be things that
never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm
on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing everyday that scares you

Sing

Don't be reckless with other people's 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 the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you
succeed 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…what ever 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 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'll be gone for
good.

Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the
people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go,but 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 have a trust fund,
maybe you 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…

Thanks Diane. Here's a wet one for you. Mmmmmmmmwahhhhh!!!!!

Gosh, that was nice! I've gotta get out more....

Fallen Star
By Barry Drake

I was taking my pleasure in a bar I called home
When an old friend appeared at the door
He was filled with bad whiskey, so he didn't see me
As he stumbled the sawdust filled floor

He was famous for filling our halls with his songs
Till the words and the music ran dry
Soon the backstage buffoons and their parasite friends
Chased a new shooting star through the sky

(Chorus) Falling Star you know who you are
You toyed with the notion of failure
Like kids play with bugs in a jar
You wouldn't believe it could happen to you
But this time you've fallen to far.

Once the news of his comeback was filling the trades
So the critics came loading their guns
Oh I watched how they cursed him, nuzzling their drinks
He was finished before he'd begun

(Chorus) Falling Star you know who you are
You were buying a round for our table
When they brought out the feathers and tar
You laughed when I said it could happen to you
You've already fallen too far.

Falling asleep at the table
Mumbling your prayers to the floor
Paying the bill, we bid you farewell
And quietly slipped out the door

Oh the night quickly passed in an alchohol haze
That fire don't ever burn long
But the lesson I learned in the bar room that night
Still burns in the words of this song

(Chorus) Falling Star you know who you are
You toyed with the notion of failure
like kids play with bugs in a jar
You wouldn't believe it could happen to you
but this time you've fallen too far
this time you've fallen too far



Notes:
This is from his 1977 album ``Roadsongs''. ``Barry Drake is a fairly popular folksinger from the Catskill Mountains of New York on the college coffeehouse circuit in the 1970s.''

Ah, Letty has trouble catching up with you younguns.

edgar, you have a magic bag; you reach in and pull out a song.

dj. How often have I sung that Sinatra tune and as to the free sunscreen, I like copper tone.

Bob, that newbie must have been quite a talent to sing both Natalie and Nat. Incidentally, Unforgettable is one song that changes keys after the bridge. The Everly Bros. are also remembered for Bye Bye Love, I think.

Today is Palm Sunday, folks. We must include all regardless of faith or lack of it. So much has been made of The DaVinci Code; The Passion; The Two Mary's. People are interested and curious. The Pontiff made an appearance at St. Peter's today. His silence made more of an impression that anything that he could have said.

Where are our Panz and our Francis? I just found out that Debussy did a Goliwogs Walk. (think that's the name of it).

Listeners, you name it; we have it here on WA2K radio.

don't forget, it's the first day of spring too

"Easter Bonnet"

In your Easter bonnet, with all the frills upon it,
You'll be the grandest lady in the Easter Parade.
I'll be all in clover and when they look you over,
I'll be the proudest fellow in the Easter Parade.
On the avenue, Fifth Avenue, the photographers will snap us,
And you'll find that you're in the rotogravure.
Oh, I could write a sonnet about your Easter bonnet,
And of the girl I'm taking to the Easter Parade.

Here comes Peter Cottontail,
Hoppin' down the bunny trail,
Hippity, hoppity, Easter's on its way.

Bringin' every girl and boy
Baskets full of Easter joy,
Things to make your Easter bright and gay.

He's got jelly beans for Tommy,
Colored eggs for sister Sue,
There's an orchid for your Mommy
And an Easter bonnet, too.

Oh! here comes Peter Cottontail,
Hoppin' down the bunny trail,
Hippity hoppity, Happy Easter day.

Here comes Peter Cottontail,
Hoppin' down the bunny trail,
Look at him stop, and listen to him say:

"Try to do the things you should."
Maybe if you're extra good,
He'll roll lots of Easter eggs your way.

You'll wake up on Easter morning
And you'll know that he was there
When you find those choc'late bunnies
That he's hiding ev'rywhere.

Oh! here comes Peter Cottontail,
Hoppin' down the bunny trail,
Hippity hoppity, Happy Easter day.

So it is, dj. Time to fly a kite?




Written by Robert B. Sherman
With tuppence for paper and strings,
you can have your own set of wings.
With your feet on the ground,
you're a bird in flight!
With your fist holding tight,
to the string of your kite!

Let's go fly a kite
Up to the highest height
Let's go fly a kite
And send it soaring
Up through the atmosphere
Up where the air is clear
Oh, let's go fly a kite!

When you send it flying up there,
all at once you're lighter than air!
You can dance on the breeze,
over 'ouses and trees!
With your fist 'olding tight,
to the string of your kite!

Let's go fly a kite
Up to the highest height
Let's go fly a kite
And send it soaring
Up through the atmosphere
Up where the air is clear
Oh, let's go fly a kite!

You'll win a tuppence if you name the show from wence that song cameth.

Life's a jolly 'oliday with Mary . . .

My word, edgar. Where is Deb? and don't they have an egg roll on the white house lawn. Lord, I hope so. Maybe the diversion will keep George off capitol hill.

it's sad, the congress and the president can't sit down to discuss really important matters of health care (like universal health care) that would benefit all americans, instead they are going to waste taxpayer dollars butting into one persons life

Bedknobs And Broomsticks - The Age Of Not



When you rush around in hopeless circles
Searching ev'rywhere for something true
You're a t the age of not believing
When all the "make believe" is through

When you set aside your childhood heroes
And your dreams are lost up on a shelf
You're a t the age of not believing
And worst of all you doubt yourself

You're a castaway where no one hears you
On a barren isle in a lonely sea
Where did all the happy endings go?
Where can all the good times be?

You must face the age of not believing
Doubting ev'rything you ever knew
Until at last you start believing
There's something wonderful...
Truly wonderful in you

djjd
There is such a storm of emotion sweeping the nation over this - There can be no discussing it with the ones who want to intervene. I am content that the husband has done all he could do for her and that he is honoring her by ending the struggle. The courts and doctors have concurred. Time to let it take its course. But they won't butte out.

i fear this is a fine example of the christian right being neither

Yes, dj and edgar, another gathering storm.

Oh, my goodness, edgar--Bedknobs and broomsticks...not halloween again?

and for the bird lovers:


Feed The Birds

Early each day to the steps of Saint Paul's
The little old bird woman comes.
In her own special way to the people she calls,
"Come, buy my bags full of crumbs.

Come feed the little birds, show them you care
And you'll be glad if you do.
Their young ones are hungry,
Their nests are so bare;
All it takes is tuppence from you."

Feed the birds, tuppence a bag,
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag.
"Feed the birds," that's what she cries,
While overhead, her birds fill the skies.

All around the cathedral the saints and apostles
Look down as she sells her wares.
Although you can't see it, you know they are smiling
Each time someone shows that he cares.

Though her words are simple and few,
Listen, listen, she's calling to you:
"Feed the birds, tuppence a bag,
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag."

From My Fair Lady to Mary Poppins.

Anyone for deviled eggs?

ROCKIN' ROBIN

Twiddley dee, twiddley diddley dee
Twiddley dee, twiddley diddley dee
Twiddley dee, twiddley diddley dee
Tweet, tweet, twiddley de

He rocks in the treetops all the day long
Hoppin' and a-boppin' and a-singing this song
Every little bird, every little bee
Loves to hear the robin go tweet-tweet-tweet

Rockin' robin, tweet, twiddley dee
Rockin' robin, tweet, twiddley dee
Yeah go rockin' robin, really gonna rock tonight

Every little swallow, every chick-a-dee
Every little bird in the old oak tree
Wise old owl, big black crow
Put out their wings singing go bird go

Rockin' robin, tweet, twiddley dee
Rockin' robin, tweet, twiddley dee
Yeah go rockin' robin, really gonna rock tonight

The chief bird standing at the birdbath stand
Taught him how to do the bop and it was grand
Start goin' steady and bless my soul,
He out-bopped the buzzard and the oriole

He rocks in the treetops all the day long
Hoppin' and a-boppin' and a-singing this song
Every little bird, every little bee
Loves to hear the robin go tweet-tweet-tweet

Rockin' robin, tweet, twiddley dee
Rockin' robin, tweet, twiddley dee
Yeah go rockin' robin, really gonna rock tonight

Break

The chief bird standing at the birdbath stand
Taught him how to do the bop and it was grand
Start goin' steady and bless my soul,
He out-bopped the buzzard and the oriole

He rocks in the treetops all the day long
Hoppin' and a-boppin' and a-singing this song
Every little bird, every little bee
Loves to hear the robin go tweet-tweet-tweet

Rockin' robin, tweet, twiddley dee
Rockin' robin, tweet, twiddley dee
Yeah go rockin' robin, really gonna rock tonight

Twiddley dee, twiddley diddley dee
Twiddley dee, twiddley diddley dee
Twiddley dee, twiddley diddley dee
Tweet, tweet, twiddley de

Say a prayer for the cowboy
His mare's run away
And he'll walk til he finds her
His darling, his stray
But the river's in flood
And the roads are awash
And the bridges break up
In the panic of loss.
And there's nothing to follow
There's nowhere to go
She's gone like the summer
Gone like the snow
And the crickets are breaking
His heart with their song
As the day caves in
And the night is all wrong

Did he dream, was it she
Who went galloping past
And bent down the fern
Broke open the grass
And printed the mud with
The iron and the gold
That he nailed to her feet
When he was the lord

And although she goes grazing
A minute away
He tracks her all night
He tracks her all day
Oh blind to her presence
Except to compare
His injury here
With her punishment there

Then at home on a branch
In the highest tree
A songbird sings out
So suddenly
Ah the sun is warm
And the soft winds ride
On the willow trees
By the river side

Oh the world is sweet
The world is wide
And she's there where
The light and the darkness divide
And the steam's coming off her
She's huge and she's shy
And she steps on the moon
When she paws at the sky

And she comes to his hand
But she's not really tame
She longs to be lost
He longs for the same
And she'll bolt and she'll plunge
Through the first open pass
To roll and to feed
In the sweet mountain grass

Or she'll make a break
For the high plateau
Where there's nothing above
And there's nothing below
And it's time for the burden
It's time for the whip
Will she walk through the flame
Can he shoot from the hip

So he binds himself
To the galloping mare
And she binds herself
To the rider there
And there is no space
But there's left and right
And there is no time
But there's day and night

And he leans on her neck
And he whispers low
"whither thou goest
I will go"
And they turn as one
And they head for the plain
No need for the whip
Ah, no need for the rein

Now the clasp of this union
Who fastens it tight?
Who snaps it asunder
The very next night
Some say the rider
Some say the mare
Or that love's like the smoke
Beyond all repair

But my darling says
"Leonard, just let it go by
That old silhouette
On the great western sky"
So i pick out a tune
And they move right along
And they're gone like the smoke
And they're gone like this song

Hot chili peppers in the blistering sun
Dust on my face and my cape,
Me and Magdalena on the run
I think this time we shall escape.

Sold my guitar to the baker's son
For a few crumbs and a place to hide,
But I can get another one
And I'll play for Magdalena as we ride.

No llores, mi querida
Dios nos vigila
Soon the horse will take us to Durango.
Agarrame, mi vida
Soon the desert will be gone
Soon you will be dancing the fandango.

Past the Aztec ruins and the ghosts of our people
Hoofbeats like castanets on stone.
At night I dream of bells in the village steeple
Then I see the bloody face of Ramon.

Was it me that shot him down in the cantina
Was it my hand that held the gun?
Come, let us fly, my Magdalena
The dogs are barking and what's done is done.

No llores, mi querida
Dios nos vigila
Soon the horse will take us to Durango.
Agarrame, mi vida
Soon the desert will be gone
Soon you will be dancing the fandango.

At the corrida we'll sit in the shade
And watch the young torero stand alone.
We'll drink tequila where our grandfathers stayed
When they rode with Villa into Torreon.

Then the padre will recite the prayers of old
In the little church this side of town.
I will wear new boots and an earring of gold
You'll shine with diamonds in your wedding gown.

The way is long but the end is near
Already the fiesta has begun.
The face of God will appear
With His serpent eyes of obsidian.

No llores, mi querida
Dios nos vigila
Soon the horse will take us to Durango.
Agarrame, mi vida
Soon the desert will be gone
Soon you will be dancing the fandango.

Was that the thunder that I heard?
My head is vibrating, I feel a sharp pain
Come sit by me, don't say a word
Oh, can it be that I am slain?

Quick, Magdalena, take my gun
Look up in the hills, that flash of light.
Aim well my little one
We may not make it through the night.

No llores, mi querida
Dios nos vigila
Soon the horse will take us to Durango.
Agarrame, mi vida
Soon the desert will be gone
Soon you will be dancing the fandango.



Copyright © 1975 Ram's Horn Music

Well, from birds to horses to fandangos, listeners.

A mare's nest perhaps?



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Re: origin of phrase - mare's nest

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Posted by James Briggs on March 12, 2003
In Reply to: Re: origin of phrase - mare's nest posted by Harikrishnan Menon on March 12, 2003

: The oldest reference I could find is from the play "Bonduca" by Beaumont and Fletcher (performed on stage circa 1614; printed 1647)

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: Petillius: Why dost thou laugh? What mare's nest hast thou found?

: Junius: Ha, ha, ha! I cannot laugh alone: Decius! Demetrius! Curius! Oh, my sides! ha, ha, ha, ha!

: -Bonduca (Act V, Scene 2)

A Mare's nest is a "nothing"; a triviality where once was thought to be importance. An example is "He's discovered a mare's nest". In some parts of Scotland it is a "snake's nest"; in Cornwall a "wee's nest" and in Devon a "blind mare's nest". It seems that Mare is only one of several variants and happens to have become the most well known; however, why 'Mare' has defeated me.

If we defeat the web, we are really rockin', folks

Five brothers who left Arkansas
Set out to find the gambler
Who murdered their pa
Five brothers and three in their teens
Gotta find the man
Who killed their pa in New Orleans

They heard of him in Houston
And his trail was leadin' west
He'd left there many months ago
And so they couldn't rest
Five brothers and three in their teens
Gotta find the man
Who killed their pa in New Orleans
New Orleans

The sun was hot as fire
And the nights were cold as steel
Hate was strong and youth was wild
And so they couldn't feel
Five brothers and three in their teens
Gotta find the man
Who killed their pa in New Orleans

His trail led to the Badlands
And the desert promised death
The gambler's odds were different now
He treasured every breath
Five brothers and three in their teens
Close behind the man
Who killed their pa in New Orleans
New Orleans

When first they saw the killer
He was by the waterhole
Five rifles rang out through the night
They killed the gambler cold
Five brothers and three in their teens
Finally got the man
Who killed their pa in New Orleans

The desert is their keeper now
For this a traveler said
That poison lived within the hole
Now six of them are dead
Five brothers and three in their teens
Lay beside the man
Who killed their pa in New Orleans
Lay beside the man
Who killed their pa in New Orleans