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My word, there is dj, with a cheshire cat and his disappearing smile. Love it, dj., as will colorbook.

As for the history of golf, what a surprise:

http://www.golfika.com/hisgen_e.html

Damn, if the French haven't staged another coup.

My word, McTag. It seems that the Scots invented the hole. Have to laugh at that.

Bob, don't forget. When you sing tomorrow night, say, "And this is for Letty of Florida and her compatriots of WA2K radio."

How did you sneak in here, Virginia John? Yes, UVA has been replaced as the greatest of all party schools.(glad you're back again)

Some kid got into Oxford on nimh's thread, and Spendius is still debating Cambridge and the school of philosophy. What a beautiful gathering we be, in spite of our di-ver-si-ty.

edgar, Oh, No. Do you think they got Kafka?

Not to downplay the seriousness of the situation, however. Thoughts of Thai and wondering if someone out there has lost a loved one.

Listeners, before I go to eat, check out his site. I think there is a movie made about this man called Ring of Fire. Can't be certain, however.

http://www.east-buc.k12.ia.us/00_01/BH/jj/jj.htm

Rolling Stone has compiled a list of the top 500 songs

here's the top ten


10. Ray Charles "What'd I Say (Parts 1 & 2)" 1959
9. Nirvana "Smells Like Teen Spirit" 1991
8. The Beatles "Hey Jude" 1968
7. Chuck Berry "Johnny B. Goode" 1958
6. The Beach Boys "Good Vibrations" 1966
5. Aretha Franklin "Respect" 1967
4. Marvin Gaye "What's Going On?" 1971
3. John Lennon "Imagine" 1971
2. The Rolling Stones "(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction" 1965
1. Bob Dylan "Like A Rolling Stone" 1965


full list here rolling stone top 500 songs

All right, dj. Found these lyrics.

BOB DYLAN - Like A Rolling Stone Lyrics
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you ?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but know you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?
You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and
the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all precious gifts
But you'd better take your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it
babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?

Do you suppose, dj, that Dylan may have been courting the magazine? More importantly, do you like the words without music?

i've discovered that the song predates the magazine by two years

as for the song it self, not my favourite dylan song, that would probably be either shelter from the storm or tangled up in blue

Shelter From The Storm

'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured
I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my word
In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting to be warm.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved
Everything up to that point had been left unresolved.
Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail,
Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail,
Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Suddenly I turned around and she was standin' there
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair.
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Now there's a wall between us, somethin' there's been lost
I took too much for granted, got my signals crossed.
Just to think that it all began on a long-forgotten morn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount
But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts
And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

I've heard newborn babies wailin' like a mournin' dove
And old men with broken teeth stranded without love.
Do I understand your question, man, is it hopeless and forlorn?
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothes
I bargained for salvation an' they gave me a lethal dose.
I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line
Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine.
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."


Tangled Up In Blue

Early one mornin' the sun was shinin',
I was layin' in bed
Wond'rin' if she'd changed at all
If her hair was still red.
Her folks they said our lives together
Sure was gonna be rough
They never did like Mama's homemade dress
Papa's bankbook wasn't big enough.
And I was standin' on the side of the road
Rain fallin' on my shoes
Heading out for the East Coast
Lord knows I've paid some dues gettin' through,
Tangled up in blue.

She was married when we first met
Soon to be divorced
I helped her out of a jam, I guess,
But I used a little too much force.
We drove that car as far as we could
Abandoned it out West
Split up on a dark sad night
Both agreeing it was best.
She turned around to look at me
As I was walkin' away
I heard her say over my shoulder,
"We'll meet again someday on the avenue,"
Tangled up in blue.

I had a job in the great north woods
Working as a cook for a spell
But I never did like it all that much
And one day the ax just fell.
So I drifted down to New Orleans
Where I happened to be employed
Workin' for a while on a fishin' boat
Right outside of Delacroix.
But all the while I was alone
The past was close behind,
I seen a lot of women
But she never escaped my mind, and I just grew
Tangled up in blue.

She was workin' in a topless place
And I stopped in for a beer,
I just kept lookin' at the side of her face
In the spotlight so clear.
And later on as the crowd thinned out
I's just about to do the same,
She was standing there in back of my chair
Said to me, "Don't I know your name?"
I muttered somethin' underneath my breath,
She studied the lines on my face.
I must admit I felt a little uneasy
When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe,
Tangled up in blue.

She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe
"I thought you'd never say hello," she said
"You look like the silent type."
Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth century.
And every one of them words rang true
And glowed like burnin' coal
Pourin' off of every page
Like it was written in my soul from me to you,
Tangled up in blue.

I lived with them on Montague Street
In a basement down the stairs,
There was music in the cafes at night
And revolution in the air.
Then he started into dealing with slaves
And something inside of him died.
She had to sell everything she owned
And froze up inside.
And when finally the bottom fell out
I became withdrawn,
The only thing I knew how to do
Was to keep on keepin' on like a bird that flew,
Tangled up in blue.

So now I'm goin' back again,
I got to get to her somehow.
All the people we used to know
They're an illusion to me now.
Some are mathematicians
Some are carpenter's wives.
Don't know how it all got started,
I don't know what they're doin' with their lives.
But me, I'm still on the road
Headin' for another joint
We always did feel the same,
We just saw it from a different point of view,
Tangled up in blue.

"tangled up in blue"....love that dj. That's how I feel tonight..Back later, listeners, with my goodnight song.

I could never pick a favorite Dylan song. Right now I feel like this:

Oxford Town


Oxford Town, Oxford Town
Ev'rybody's got their heads bowed down
The sun don't shine above the ground
Ain't a-goin' down to Oxford Town

He went down to Oxford Town
Guns and clubs followed him down
All because his face was brown
Better get away from Oxford Town

Oxford Town around the bend
He come in to the door, he couldn't get in
All because of the color of his skin
What do you think about that, my frien'?

Me and my gal, my gal's son
We got met with a tear gas bomb
I don't even know why we come
Goin' back where we come from

Oxford Town in the afternoon
Ev'rybody singin' a sorrowful tune
Two men died 'neath the Mississippi moon
Somebody better investigate soon

edgar, check out that link I gave. It completes your Dylan song.

Saying goodnight in a poem:

A Blue World
by Jessica
Blue skies filled with hope,
Hearts filled with joy

A blue ocean of wonder,
Our love builds warmth

Eyes blue and sincere
Lovers who want only dreams

Blue stars burn to flames
As I look for the answer to my heart

Cold blue hands-
Warmed by a single touch.

No one knows Jessica, and that's why I chose her to complete the evening.

Goodnight, my friends.

From Letty with love.

Letty
I know there are a few more words to the song on paper, but on the album it is as I've presented it.

<grin>

Hello! (hears echo) Bob you twerp. You know they're gone. Yeah! I know but I still feel like doing something. How about another poem? Good! I think another Poe. They seemed to like to last ones you did. They did. They should. After all, Poe pens pretty poems and powerful prose. Sometimes you make me sick. Just give them a poem and go to bed. Right.

Annabel Lee

Edgar Allan Poe

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

I like poems which are written around that metre. Mock-epic or whatever.

I can't think of any more right now, but I think I know what I mean.
The "Death of Sir John Moore at Corunna", there's one.

Although that's not a barrel of laughs.

The Battle of Corunna

'Twas in the year of 1808, and in the autumn of the year,
Napoleon resolved to crush Spain and Portugal without fear;
So with a mighty army three hundred thousand strong
Through the passes of the Pyrenees into spain he passed along.

But Sir John Moore concentrated his troops in the north,
And into the west corner of Spain he boldly marched forth;
To cut off Napoleon's communications with France
He considered it to be advisable and his only chance.

And when Napoleon heard of Moore's coming, his march he did begin,
Declaring that he was the only General that could oppose him;
And in the month of December, when the hills were clad with snow,
Napoleon's army marched over the Guadiana Hills with their hearts full of woe.

And with fifty thousand cavalry, infantry, and artillery,
Napoleon marched on, facing obstacles most dismal to see;
And performed one of the most rapid marches recorded in history,
Leaving the command of his army to Generals Soult and Ney.

And on the 5th of January Soult made his attack,
But in a very short time the French were driven back;
With the Guards and the 50th Regiment and the 42d conjoint,
They were driven from the village of Elnina at the bayonet's point.

Oh! It was a most gorgeous and inspiring sight
To see Sir John Moore in the thickest of the fight,
And crying aloud to the 42d with all his might,
"Forward, my lads, and charge them with your bayonets left and right."

Then the 42d charged them with might and main,
And the French were repulsed again and again;
And although they poured into the British ranks a withering fire,
The British at the charge of the bayonet soon made them retire.

Oh! That battlefield was a fearful sight to behold,
'Twas enough to make one's blood run cold
To hear the crack, crack of the musketry and the cannon's roar,
Whilst the dead and the dying lay weltering in their gore.

But O Heaven! It was a heartrending sight,
When Sir John Moore was shot dead in the thickest of the fight;
And as the soldiers bore him from the field they looked woebegone,
And the hero's last words were "Let me see how the battle goes on."

Then he breathed his last with a gurgling sound,
And for the loss of the great hero the soldier's sorrow was profound,
Because he was always kind and served them well,
And as they thought of him tears down their cheeks trickling fell.

Oh! it was a weird and pathetic sight
As they buried him in the Citadel of Corunna at the dead of night,
While his staff and the men shed many tears
For the noble hero who had commanded them for many years.

Success to the British Army wherever they go,
For seldom they have failed to conquer the foe;
Long may the highlanders be able to make the foe reel,
By giving them an inch or two of cold steel.

Good morning McTag. I remember reading somewhere of Poe's metre used in his poetry. Think I'll leave that to the brains of the outfit. Letty knows just about everything. I really enjoyed the poems you posted.

I'm going to call on Bobby Darrin to step forward start the day's music.

Up a lazy river

By the old mill run

Lazy river

In the noonday sun.



Linger awhile

In the shade of a tree

Throw away your troubles

Dream with me.



Up a lazy river

Where the robin's song

Wakes the mornin' we roll along

May be blue skies above

Everyone's in love

Up a lazy river

How happy we'll be

Up a lazy river with me.



Up a lazy river

By the old mill run

That lazy, lazy river

In the noonday sun.



You can linger for awhile

In the shade of a tree

Throw away your troubles, baby

Dream a dream of me.



Up a lazy river

Where the robin's song

Wakes a bright new mornin'

Where we can roll along.



There may be blue skies up above

But, as long as we're in love

Yeah … we'll be up a lazy river

How happy we could be

Up a lazy river with me.





Yeah … up a lazy river

Where that robin's song

Awakes a bright new mornin'

We can roll along.



A-a-a … there are blue skies up above

And as long as we're in love

We'll be up a lazy river

Up a crazy, lazy river.



Up a lazy river …

I ain't goin' your way …

Get outta my way …

Up a lazy river with me.

Good Morning, WA2K radio.

First, allow me to address edgar, folks:

edgar, the link was about a black boxer who was recently pardoned by the president. That is why I observed that it completed your Dylan song.

Bob, I wonder how many of our listeners have heard the use of the word twerp. It's so befitting some of the students that I taught, even the bright ones. <smile> I loved your use of alliteration as you prefaced "Annabel Lee". It made me look twice at colorbook's cheshire cat.

McTag, both your poems about John Moore tell the story as it is. Soldiers who fall in battle seldom are privy to the pomp and circumstance that affords those who are far, far from the actual field of conflict.

Listening to the ocean this morning reminds me of the tall ships:

Sea Fever by John Masefield

I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,

And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,

And the wheel's kick, and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,

And a gray mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.

I must down to the seas again, for the call of the of the running tide

Is a wild call and a clear call which may not be denied.

And all I ask is a windy day with white clouds flying,

And flung spray and blown spume, and the seagulls crying.

I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,

To the gull's way, and the whale's way, where the wind's like a whetted knife.

And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow rover,

And a quite sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.

Well, listeners, from poetry to music because I am thinking of Walter's lighthouse in Westphalia.

Artist: Looking Glass Lyrics
Song: Brandy (You're a Fine Girl) Lyrics

(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda)

There's a port on a western bay
And it serves a hundred ships a day
Lonely sailors pass the time away
And talk about their homes

And there's a girl in this harbor town
And she works layin' whiskey down
They say "Brandy, fetch another round"
She serves them whiskey and wine

The sailors say "Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"Yeah your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea"
(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)

Brandy wears a braided chain
Made of finest silver from the North of Spain
A locket that bears the name
Of the man that Brandy loves

He came on a summer's day
Bringin' gifts from far away
But he made it clear he couldn't stay
No harbor was his home

The sailor said " Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea"
(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)

Yeah, Brandy used to watch his eyes
When he told his sailor stories
She could feel the ocean foam rise
She saw its ragin' glory
But he had always told the truth, lord, he was an honest man
And Brandy does her best to understand
(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)

At night when the bars close down
Brandy walks through a silent town
And loves a man who's not around
She still can hear him say

She hears him say " Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea"
(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)

Bob, How did you make it on the air without my having heard you?

I might add, listeners, that lazy rivers and mill runs have the most calming effects. Water wheels have always fascinated me as well.

Thought for Today: ``A highbrow is a person educated beyond his intelligence.'' - James Brander Matthews, American author and educator (1852-1929).



04/07/05 20:00

Don't you love it, listeners?


Song: Crazy Rhythm Lyrics


Crazy rhythm, here's the doorway
I'll go my way, you'll go your way
Crazy rhythm, from now on
We're through.
Here is where we have a showdown
I'm too high-hat, you're too low-down
Crazy rhythm, here's goodbye to you!
They say that when a high-brow meets a low-brow
Walkin' along Broadway
Soon the high-brow
He has no brow
Ain't it a shame?
And you're to blame
What's the use of prohibition?
You produce the same condition
Crazy rhythm, from now on, we're through
Crazy rhythm, I've gone crazy too.

question for the day:

What is unusual about the word "rhythm"?