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I went downtown to see milady
she stood me up and I stood there waiting
but it'll be all right when The Morning Comes

Now I'm up in the air with the rain in my hair
I've got nowhere to go, so I can go anywhere
and it'll be all right when the Morning Comes

Just in passing, I'm not asking that you can be anyone but you
When you come home try to come home alone
it's so much better with two

Now I'm out in the cold and I'm getting old
standing here waiting on you
but it'll be all right when the Morning Comes
Hall & Oates

And from the sea a dinner for three:
Crab cakes; slaw; and thee.

Later, if I can push myself away from the glass top table.

Last thing on my mind.
Tom Paxton:
It's a lesson too late for the learnin'
Made of sand, made of sand
In the wink of an eye my soul is turnin'
In your hand, in your hand.

Are you going away with no word of farewell
Will there be not a trace left behind
Well, I could have loved you better
Didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind.

As we walk on, my thoughts keep tumblin'
Round and round, round and round
Underneath our feet the subways rumblin'
Underground, underground

As I lie in my bed in the mornin'
Without you, without you.
Every song in my breast lies a bornin'
Without you, without you.

You've got reasons a-plenty for goin'
This I know, this I know.
For the weeds have been steadily growin'
Please don't go, please don't go.

I have a funny feeling we've passed each other in a crowd or two in the past.

2000 LIGHT YEARS FROM HOME
(Jagger/Richards)

Sun turnin' 'round with graceful motion
We're setting off with soft explosion
Bound for a star with fiery oceans
It's so very lonely, you're a hundred light years from home

Freezing red deserts turn to dark
Energy here in every part
It's so very lonely, you're six hundred light years from home

It's so very lonely, you're a thousand light years from home
It's so very lonely, you're a thousand light years from home

Bell flight fourteen you now can land
See you on Aldebaran, safe on the green desert sand
It's so very lonely, you're two thousand light years from home
It's so very lonely, you're two thousand light years from home

For the lady Diane
My Lady's a Wild Flying Dove

(Tom Paxton)

Some ladies are foolish
Some ladies are gay
Some ladies are comely
Some live while they may

My lady's a wild flying dove
My lady is wine
She whispers each evening
She's mine, mine, mine

She likes pretty pictures
She loves singing birds
She'll watch them for hours
But I see only her

She tells me she's learning
Just how full her cup can be
she asks me to help her
But I know, she's teaching me

A Poem On The Underground Wall - Paul Simon

The last train is nearly due, the underground is closing soon
and in the dark deserted station, restless in anticipation, a man waits in the shadows.

His restless eyes leap and scratch at all that they can touch or catch
and hidden deep within his pocket, safe within its silent socket, he holds a colored crayon.

Now from the tunnel's stony womb, the carriage rides to meet the groom
and open wide and welcome doors but he hesitates, and then withdraws deeper in the shadows.

And the train is gone suddenly on wheels clicking silently
like a gently tapping litany and he holds his crayon rosary tighter in his hand.

Now from his pocket quick he flashes, the crayon on the wall he slashes
deep upon the advertising a single worded poem consisting of four letters.

And his heart is laughing, screaming, pounding, the poem across the tracks rebounding,
shadowed by the exit light, his legs take their ascending flight
to seek the breast of darkness and be suckled by the night.

my how times have changed;
She sits on the table in a dress made of paper
Diplomas all over the wall
One university, one school of medicine
She's overwhelmed by it all
The nurse is all sympathy, voice of experience:
Let's have a look at that eye
It's going to look bad for a week, maybe more
Go on, darling, it's all right to cry

How can I leave him, she is crying
What could I do, where would I go?
He didn't mean it, he will change someday
Oh, God, how he used to love me so

The doctor is busy, his manner professional
She finds she must look at the floor
He looks at her eye, at her ribs and her arm
And it seems every last inch is sore
The doctor is handsome, he smells of cologne
And his figure's athletically slim
He speaks disapprovingly: What did you do
To deserve such a beating from him?

The policeman is waiting outside in the corridor
He speaks to her as to a child
He's friends with her husband, he's angry with her
And he asks if there'll be charges filed
She says she's not sure, she needs time to recover
She feels beaten down in disgrace
The policeman asks isn't she secretly glad
For a man who'll keep her in her place

I love you.

The Dove

How dear; how tender; that sweet, sweet surrender.

Looking on with fondness and deep recollection.

it's a definite possibility

Ships
Barry Manilow

We walked to the sea.
Just my father and me.
And the dogs played around on the sand.
Winter cold cut the air.
Hangin' still everywhere.
Dressed in gray, did he say.
Hold my hand.
I said, love's easier when it's far away.
We sat and watched a distant light.
We're two ships that pass in the night.
We both smile and we say it's alright.
We're still here.
It's just that we're out of sight.
Like those ships that pass in the night.
There's a boat on the line.
Where the sea meets the sky.
There's another that rides far behind.
And it seems you and I are like strangers.
A wide ways apart as we drift on through time.
He said, it's harder now, we're far away.
We only read you when you write.
We're two ships that pass in the night.
And we smile when we say it's alright.
We're still here.
It's just that we're out of sight.
Like those ships that pass in the night.
We're just ships that pass in the night.
And we smile when we say it's alright.
We're still here.
It's just that we're out of sight.
Like those ships that pass in the night.

and for the La Paloma and the songs that we love, Letty of WA2K leaves you with your past; your present; your future.

I'll close my eyes,
To all that's bright and gay,
I'll close my eyes,
and see you standing there

And through the years,
The moments that we're apart,
I'll close my eyes and see you
With my heart.

Tarzan was of John Clayton, Lord Greystoke. The movies disparaged him with me Tarzan, you Jane. He left his jungle with Lieutenant d'Arnot a French naval officer he had rescued. Lt. d"arnot taught him French before he learned to speak English. He had learned English himself from the books left in a cabin by his parents. When he learned to speak English he was quite articulate.

Good morning, WA2K radio. The sun is shinning through my blinds and the studio seems quiet and peaceful as we begin the day.

Hey, Bob. How many guys have played Tarzan do you suppose? Edgar R. Burroughs created a legend almost as huge as Sir Arthur's unforgettable sleuth.

It was a pleasure to see you, George, and the other hotties at the Boston gathering.

I will be back later with other topics of interest and musical notes.

Riddle: How many slices can you cut off a whole bread?

* Gordon Griffith 1918 (young Tarzan)
* Elmo Lincoln 1918, 1918, 1921 (called the "first" Tarzan, but Gordon Griffith appears first in the film as his younger self)
* Gene Pollar 1920
* P. Dempsey Tabler 1920
* James Pierce 1927
* Frank Merrill 1928, 1929
* Johnny Weissmuller 1932, 1934, 1936, 1939, 1941, 1942, 1943, 1943, 1945, 1946, 1947, 1948
* Buster Crabbe 1933
* Herman Brix later billed as Bruce Bennett 1935, 1938
* Glen Morris 1938
* Lex Barker 1949, 1950, 1951, 1952, 1953
* Clint Walker 1954 (uncredited, in "Jungle Gents," a Bowery Boys movie)
* Gordon Scott 1955, 1957, 1958, 1958, 1959, 1960
* Denny Miller 1959
* Jock Mahoney 1962, 1963
* Ron Ely 1966, 1967, 1968, 1970
* Mike Henry 1966, 1967, 1968
* Miles O'Keeffe 1981
* Christophe Lambert 1984
* Casper Van Dien 1998
* Tony Goldwyn 1999 (voice of animated Tarzan)
* Alex D. Linz 1999 (voice of young animated Tarzan)


Radio

* James Pierce 1932-1934
* Carlton KaDell 1934-1936
* Lamont Johnson 1950-1951



TV

* Gordon Scott 1958
* Ron Ely 1966
* Joe Lara 1989
* Wolf Larson 1991
* Travis Fimmel 2003

Hmmm, Cyracuz. I'll have to ponder that one.

My word, Bob. You have really done your homework.

Folks, I am experiencing a problem today. I seem to have a throbbing headache that just won't go away. Please carry on and at the sound of the gong:

This is cyberspace, WA2K radio.

Sorry about your headache. Good thing there's nothing in my head.

Well somebody's gotta pick up the reins and make this buggy go. (why me?) Tarzan threads bring up images of primitive men. ERB was certainly a master. His books gave us mental romantic images of what this man pitted against a savage world might contend with. Here's another fanciful portrayal.

(Dallas Frazier)

[The Hollywood Argyles is really just Gary Paxton]

[Lyrics in (parentheses) sung by backup group only]

(Oop-oop, oop, oop-oop)
(Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)

There's a man in the funny papers we all know
(Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
He lives 'way back a long time ago
(Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
He don't eat nothin' but a bear cat stew
(Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
Well, this cat's name is-a Alley-Oop
(Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)

He got a chauffeur that's a genuwine dinosawruh
(Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
And he can knuckle your head before you count to fawruh
(Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)

He got a big ugly club and a head fulla hairuh
(Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
Like great big lions and grizzly bearuhs
(Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
(Alley-Oop) He's the toughest man there is alive
(Alley-Oop) Wearin' clothes from a wildcat's hide
(Alley-Oop) He's the king of the jungle jive
(Look at that cave man go!!) (SCREAM)

He rides thru the jungle tearin' limbs offa trees
(Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
Knockin' great big monstahs dead on their knees
(Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
The cats don't bug him cuz they know bettah
(Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
Cuz he's a mean motah scootah and a bad go-gettah
(Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
(Alley-Oop) He's the toughest man there is alive
(Alley-Oop) Wears clothes from a wildcat's hide
(Alley-Oop) He's the king of the jungle jive
(Look at that cave man go!!) (SCREAM)

Thair he goes,
(Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
Look at that cave man go
(Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
He sure is hip ain't he
(Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
Like what's happening
(Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
He's too much
(Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
Ride, Daddy, ride
(Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
Hi-yo dinosawruh
(Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
Ride, Daddy, ride
(Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
Get 'em, man
(Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
Like--hipsville
(Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)