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Heh! Heh! Well, Bob, believe it or not, I have seen two people hold down a radio station, but one MUST be an engineer.

The Easter weekend is coming up, and some of our listeners (and staff), may indeed have gone on a spring break. Incidentally, I love that song, "All by Myself", I think I heard it my Cilene Dion.(think that's the spelling)

And here's an alternative "by myself theme"

Artist: Lyrics
Song: "All by Myself" Lyrics

I'm so unhappy
What'll I do?
I long for somebody who
Will sympathize with me
I'm growing so tired of living alone
I lie awake all night and cry
Nobody loves me
That's why

All by myself in the morning
All by myself in the night

I sit alone with a table and a chair
So unhappy there
Playing solitaire

All by myself I get lonely
Watching the clock on the shelf

I'd love to rest my weary head on somebody's shoulder
I hate to grow older
All by myself.

All the lonely people. Where do they all come from?

From what song cometh that line?

Let's see:

McTag is off to Scotland to see his son perform.

Who knows where our continental Francis is.

dyslexia has taken a brief respite.(very brief, I hope)

Walter is embroiled in explaining social democracy.

panzade is all carried away with a condo in Miami.

Seed is in the National Guard.

edgar is somewhere listening. ( )

dj, I'm quite certain, will return.

Diane is off in the wilds

Anyone else we can think of?

Celine Dion did a nice job on that song. I thought I was lost in the wilderness. (wipes a a tear from his eye)

Bob, and listeners, Let's remember:

There once was a schizo name Strother,
Who said on the death of his mother,
It's really so sad,
And makes me feel bad,
But after all, I still have each other.

On Yahoo news, I noticed today that Australia has lifted the ban on roquefort. I didn't know they even had a ban on it.

and a brief edit:

rhythm, not rhythme
and Celine, not what I wrote earlier

What's the weather like in Boston, Bob.

Overcast. They promised us a moderate blizzard but I think it's a snow job.

By the way, Sweety, I posted in the book forum a never published Dumas book will be out in June. Thought you might be interested.

Well, they promised us a tornado, but I think it turned out to be a f**t in a whirlwind.

Wow! Bob. I'll check it out.

We encourage all our listeners to keep track of the new books and even old ones.

You gotta love those new old books.

I'm gonna check it out right now, Bob. Then I'll be back later to report to the WA2K radio "fan". hee hee

And now, for a little fun:

Once I went in swimming,
Where there were no women,
Or no men to see.

Bathing suits were loathing,
So I took my clothing
Off behind a tree.

Stepped into the water,
Just like Pharoah's daughter
Stepped into the Nile.

Someone saw me there,
And stole my underwear,
And left me with a smile.

Nicked the knickers. Bummer.

That was a parody on some song that I no longer remember.

Between my ISP and Explorer, I'm having a terrible time accessing everything.

Back later, folk.

You have a great sense of humor, Bob.

edgar works all day long. Comes home dragging. But I tune in the radio soon as I get home.

(Gonna find her)
(Gonna find her)
(Gonna find her)
(Gonna find her)

Yeah, I've been searchin'
A-a searchin'
Oh, yeah, searchin' every which a-way
Yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, searchin'
I'm searchin'
Searchin' every which a-way
Yeah, yeah
But I'm like the Northwest Mounted
You know I'll bring her in

(Gonna find her)
(Gonna find her)

Well, now, if I have to swim a river
You know I will
And a if I have to climb a mountain
You know I will
And a if she's a hiding up
On a blueberry hill
How am I gonna find her, child
You know I will
'Cause I've been searchin'
Oh, yeah, searchin'
My goodness, searchin' every which a-way
Yeah, yeah
But I'm like the Northwest Mounted
You know I'll bring her in some
(Gonna find her)
(Gonna find her)

Well, Sherlock Holmes
Sam Spade got nothin', child, on me
Sergeant Friday, Charlie Chan
And Boston Blackie
No matter where she's a hiding
She's gonna hear me a comin'
Gonna walk right down that street
Just like Bulldog Drummond
'Cause I've been searchin'
Oooh, Lord, searchin', mm child
Searchin' every which a-way
Yeah, yeah
But I'm like the Northwest Mounted
You know I'll bring her in
(Gonna find her)
(Gonna find her)

Oh, my Gawd, edgar. You come up with the greatest songs. I think you included every sleuth that I can think of.

Hmmmm. Did I miss Agatha Christie?

I was wondering about a group called The Searchers?

Some time back, listeners, I saw a movie called Pirana. Thinking it was one of those mindless type ocean monster flicks, I watched it but was stunned to see that it might have some merit. The idea was that the government had leaked chemicals into the water supply that would increase aggressiveness in the general population in order to sustain the Vietnam war. With all the goings on in the world at large, I wonder about the truth behind the myth.

Hey, folks. It IS worth a think through.

The Searchers did a version of a Coasters song called Love Potion #9, a song I am not fond of.

Listeners, I am taken with the small cameo that Peter Jennings spoke about on ABC news tonight:

The Face of the Fallen:


http://2ourallies.typepad.com/vince/faces_of_the_fallen.gif

Besides the fact that the thumb nail sketches are excellent, It is a memorial that transcends greater works.

edgar, you don't like the gypsy with the gold capped tooth? it sorta rocks, though. I'm fond of it because my friend, Bill, did a great chart of it and also sang it. He is gone, now:

The Searchers
"Love Potion #9"



I took my troubles down to Madame Rue(Ruth?)
You know that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth
She's got a pad down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine
Sellin' little bottles of Love Potion Number Nine

I told her that I was a flop(on outs) with chics
I've been this way since 1956
She looked at my palm and she made a magic sign
She said "What you need is Love Potion Number Nine"

She bent down and turned around and gave me a wink
She said "I'm gonna make it up right here in the sink"
It smelled like turpentine, it looked like Indian ink
I held my nose, I closed my eyes, I took a drink

I didn't know if it was day or night
I started kissin' everything in sight
But when I kissed a cop down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine
He broke my little bottle of Love Potion Number Nine

I held my nose, I closed my eyes, I took a drink

I didn't know if it was day or night
I started kissin' everything in sight
But when I kissed a cop down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine
He broke my little bottle of Love Potion Number Nine
Love Potion Number Nine
Love Potion Number Nine
Love Potion Number Nine

Hmmm. Those words are changed a bit from the song that I remember.

Heat Wave - Ethel Waters

A heat wave blew right into town last week
She came from the island of Martinique
The can-can she dances will make you fry
The can-can is really the reason why

We're having a heat wave
A tropical heat wave
The temp'rature's rising
It isn't surprising
She certainly can, can-can

She started the heat wave
By letting her seat wave
And in such a way that
The customers say that
She certainly can, can-can

Geeeeee, her anatomy
Made the mercury
Jump to ninety three, yes sir
We're having a heat wave
A tropical heat wave
The way that she moves
That thermometer proves that
She certainly can, can-can

It's so hot
The weatherman will tell you
A records been made
It's so hot
A coat of tan
Will cover your face in the shade
It's so hot
The coldest maiden
Feels just as warm as the bride
It's so hot
A chicken laid an egg on the street
And it fried

We're having a heat wave
A tropical heat wave
The temp'rature's rising
It isn't surprising
She certainly can, can-can

She started the heat wave
By letting her seat wave
And in such a way
That the customers say that
She certainly can, can-can

Geeeeee, her anatomy
Made that mercury
Jump to ninety three, ya man

We're having a heat wave
A tropical heat wave
The way that she moves
That thermometer proves that
She certainly can, can-can

One thing leads to another, listeners. When looking at Bob's thread on Alexander Dumas, I noticed that he was a grandson of Haitian slaves. More synchronicity:

I left my hat in Haiti,
In some forgotten flat in Haiti,
I don't know how that it got there,
I only knew it was so very hot there.

And if you go to Haiti,
Then there's a girl I know in Haiti,
(wish I could remember the rest of the lyrics)

Can you finish them, edgar?

edgar, are you anywhere near the refinery fire , i saw on the news tonight

Jerry Lee Lewis---Great Balls of Fire

You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain
Too much of love drives a man insane
You broke my will, but what a thrill
Goodness gracious great balls of fire

{ band joins }

I laughed at love 'cause I thought it was funny
You came along and you moved me honey
I changed my mind, looking fine
Goodness gracious great balls of fire

You kissed me baby, woo.....it feels good
Hold me baby, girl just let me love you like a lover should
You're fine, so kind
I'm a tell this world that your mine mine mine mine-ine

I chew my nails and I twiddle my thumbs
I'm really nervous but it sure is fun
Come on baby, you drive me crazy
Goodness gracious great balls of fire

{ piano solo }

Well kiss me baby, woo-oooooo....it feels good
Hold me baby
I want to love you like a lover should
You're fine, so kind
I got to tell this world that your mine mine mine mine-ine

I chew my nails and I twiddle my thumbs
I'm real nervous 'cause it sure is fun
Come on baby, you drive me crazy
Goodness gracious great balls of fire

{ guitar solo }

{ piano solo }

{ guitar and piano jam }

I say goodness gracious great balls of fire...oooh...