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An interesting aside to the pope's burial is that he's being interred between two Queens. They are Queen Christina of Sweden and Queen Carlotta of Cyprus. The things that make you scratch your head.

Oh, my Gawd, Cyracuz. That was quite a taste sensation you shared with us. YIKES! Welcome back, Norway.

Here's an interesting science item listeners. Later, I'll tell you about the entire article, but I think this fits in with our world views:

Earth's Oldest Known Object on Display







MADISON, Wis. (AP) - A tiny speck of zircon crystal that is barely visible to the eye is believed to be the oldest known piece of Earth at about 4.4 billion years old. For the first time ever, the public will have a chance to see the particle Saturday at the University of Wisconsin-Madison, where researchers in 2001 made the breakthrough discovery that the early Earth was much cooler than previously believed based on analysis of the crystal.

Indeed, Bob. Scratching my head as we write. I was, however, impressed with the plain wooden coffin.

And in our world view, I noticed that Camilla and Charles FINALLY got married. Frankly, I hope they are happy, and if not exactly happy, let's opt for content.

Especially interesting is the vocal outcry for instant sainthood. I'm in sympathy for those people as he has been a particularly revered and beloved figure. He was the most traveled pope in history. As a matter of fact I saw him at a distance of about 20 feet once. He made a visit to Madeira while I was living there, the first pope to ever visit the island.

Hi Everybody.

Bob: That was a great selection.
I remember hearing on the radio, at the time of the fatal airplane crash, a Jim Reeves' recording of "Is It Really Over?"I still get goosebumps whenever I hear that song.

Here are today's Birthday Celebs:
1821 Charles Baudelaire, poet (France; died 1867)
1879 W. C. Fields, actor (Philadelphia; died 1946)
1883 Frank King, cartoonist and creator of "Gasoline Alley" (Cashon, WI; died 1969)
1898 Paul Robeson, actor/singer (Princeton, NJ; died 1976)
1926 Hugh Hefner, publisher of Playboy (Chicago, IL)
1928 Tom Lehrer, songwriter (New York, NY)
1933 Jean-Paul Belmondo, actor (Neuilly-sur-Seine, France)
1939 Michael Learned, actress (Washington, DC)
1954 Dennis Quaid, actor (Houston, TX)
1957 Seve Ballesteros, golfer (Pedrena, Spain)
1964 Juliette Binoche, actress (Paris, France)
1966 Cynthia Nixon, actress (New York, NY)
1971 Jacques Villeneueve, auto racer (St. John d'Iberville, Quebec, Canada)
1979 Keshia Knight Pulliam, actress (Newark, NJ)

Paul Robeson - Scholar, athlete, performer, lawyer and activist. Ole Man River was his song. Later he changed the words to "That's the ole man I don't want to be.)
And speaking of languages, "Robeson believed in the universality of music and that by performing Negro spirituals and other cultures' folk songs, he could promote intercultural understanding. As a result, he became a citizen of the world, singing for peace and equality in twenty-five languages."

Thank you aggie. Things that make you go hmmmm. Charles Baudelair is the same one who did the renditon in French of the Raven I posted a few days ago.

mmmmm, Bob:

Oops! After I typed "Is It Really Over", I realized that, although that song was played over and over at the time Jim Reeves died, this is the song the DJ played that gave me chills:

Before I Died:

No need to say you're sorry no need to feel ashamed
If I'm not the one you love don't feel you're to blame
I don't deny it hurts me and this pain is hard to hide
But at least I lived a little while before I died
I lived long enough to know the sweet thrill of your lips
I knew happiness right down to my fingertips
You'll always be a part of me though you can't be mine
At least I lived a little while before I died
[ steel ]
Don't ask me to forget you cause you mean too much to me
I couldn't even if I tried too many memories
My yesterdays were happy days and each memory's locked inside
At least I lived a little while before I died
I lived long enough to know...

A treat in store for us tonight, us here I mean, because we're going out to the movies to see "Ray" which is the bio-pic of Ray Charles' life and is sure to have a lot of good versions of his music- maybe originals, I don't know. The movie has had a good reception by the critics, so I'm sure we will like it.

I think my introduction to his music was the first time I heard "Georgia On My Mind", many years ago, which had a big impact on me. A marvellous record.

Dedicated to Walter:

The trouble with weather forecasting is that it's right too often for us to ignore it and wrong too often for us to rely on it. ~Patrick Young

Hey, McTag, if you'll look back a couple of pages, you'll see that I watched Ray on video last night.

It is absolutely wonderful!

Once again, we must bow to Raggedy for her timely updates. See? We keep on meshing here on WA2K radio with Bob's Baudelaire and Craven's Raven.

Raggedy, the lyrics to Old Man River have gone through several changes for the sake of PC behavior, and yes, any time we hear a song that comes before someone dies, things go bump in the night:

Incidentally, folks. In Ray Charles' country period, "Any Time" was one of his big hits.

A news item and a warning:

First the news:

LEESBURG, Va. (AP) - He was once considered among the top 10 spammers in the world, using the Internet to peddle pornography and sham products and services like the ``FedEx refunding processor,'' prosecutors say. Convicted in the nation's first felony case against illegal spamming, Jeremy Jaynes, 30, on Friday was sentenced to nine years in prison for bombarding Internet users with the junk e-mails.

But Loudoun County Circuit Judge Thomas Horne delayed the start of Jaynes' prison term while the case is appealed, saying the law is new and raises constitutional questions.

Jaynes was convicted in November for using false Internet addresses and aliases to send mass e-mail ads through an AOL server in Loudoun County, where America Online is based. Under Virginia law, sending unsolicited bulk e-mail itself is not a crime unless the sender masks his identity.

What is the future of spam and spammers?

Next, a warning:

http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&cid=1093&e=2&u=/pcworld/120379

Off to watch the CD "Cellular" now. Later, folks

hello WA2K, no theme to todays show, just some songs that are shuffling around on winamp theses days

The French Inhaler
Warren Zevon

How're you going to make your way in the world
When you weren't cut out for working
When your fingers are slender and frail
How're you going to get around
In this sleazy bedroom town
If you don't put yourself up for sale

Where will you go with your scarves and your miracles
Who's gonna know who you are
Drugs and wine and flattering light
You must try it again till you get it right
Maybe you'll end up with someone different every night

All these people with no home to go home to
They'd all like to spend the night with you
Maybe I would, too

But tell me
How're you going to make your way in the world, woman
When you weren't cut out for working
And you just can't concentrate
And you always show up late

You said you were an actress
Yes, I believe you are
I thought you'd be a star
So I drank up all the money,
Yes, I drank up all the money,
With these phonies in this Hollywood bar,
These friends of mine in this Hollywood bar

Loneliness and frustration
We both came down with an acute case
And when the lights came up at two
I caught a glimpse of you
And your face looked like something
Death brought with him in his suitcase

Your pretty face
It looked so wasted
Another pretty face
Devastated
The French Inhaler
He stamped and mailed her
"So long, Norman"
She said, "So long, Norman"


Here I Dreamt I Was An Architect
The Decemberists

and here i dreamt i was a soldier
and i marched the streets of Birkenau
and i recall in spring
the perfume that the air would bring
to the indolent town
where the barkers call the moon down
the carnival was ringing loudly now
and just to lay with you
there's nothing that i wouldn't do
save lay my rifle down

and try one, and try two
guess it always comes down to
alright, it's okay, guess it's better to turn this way

and i am nothing of a builder
but here i dreamt i was an architect
and i built this balustrade
to keep you home, to keep you safe
from the outside world
but the angles and the corners
even though my work is unparalelled
they never seemed to meet
this structure fell about our feet
and we were free to go

and try one, and try two
guess it always comes down to
alright, okay, guess it's better to turn this way

and here in spain i am a spaniard
i will be buried with my marionettes
countess and courtesan
will fall 'neath my tender hand
when their husbands were not around
but you, my soiled teenage girlfriend
or are you furrowed like a lioness
and we are vagabonds
we travel without seatbelts on
we live this close to death

and try one, and try two
guess it always comes down to
alright, okay, guess it's better to turn this
but i won, so you lose
guess it always comes down to
alright, it's okay, guess it's better to turn this way


She Don't Use Jelly
The Flaming Lips

i know a girl who thinks of ghosts
she'll make ya breakfast
she'll make ya toast
she don't use butter
she don't use cheese
she don't use jelly
or any of these
she uses vaseline
vaseline
vaseline

i know a guy who goes to shows
when he's at home and he blows his nose
he don't use tissues or his sleeve
he don't use napkins or any of these
he uses magazines
magazines
magazines
magazines
magazines


i know a girl who reminds me of cher
(reminds me of cher)
she's always changing
(she's always changing)
the color of her hair
(color of her hair)
she don't use nothing
that ya buy at the store
she likes her hair to be real orange
she uses tangerines
tangerines
tangerines
tangerines
tangerines
tangerines


When You Rock'N' Roll With Me
David Bowie

You always were the one that knew
They sold us for the likes of you
I always wanted new surroundings
A room to rent while the lizards lay crying in the heat
Trying to remember who to meet
I would take a foxy kind of stand
While tens of thousands found me in demand

When you rock 'n' roll with me
No one else I'd rather be
Nobody here can do it for me
I'm in tears again
When you rock 'n' roll with me

Gentle hearts are counted down
The queue is out of sight and out of sounds
Me, I'm out of breath, but not quite doubting
I've found a door which lets me out!

When you rock 'n' roll with me
No one else I'd rather be
Nobody down here can do it for me
I'm in tears again
When you rock 'n' roll with me

Oooo-oo-oo-oo

Oh, when you rock 'n' roll with me,
There's no one else I'd rather be, oh
Nobody down here can do it for me
When you rock 'n' roll with me

When you rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll with me
No one else I'd rather, I'd rather be
Nobody down here can do it for me
I'm in tears, I'm in tears
When you rock 'n' roll with me


Harry Rag
Kinks
(A Harry Rag is rhyming slang for a hand rolled cigarette)

Ah, Tom is young and Tom is bold
Tom is as bold as the knights of old
But whenever he gets in a bit of a jam
There's nothing he won't do to get a harry rag

Harry rag, harry rag
Do anything just to get a harry rag
And he curses himself for the life he's led
And rolls himself a harry rag and puts himself to bed

Ah, Tom's old ma is a dying lass
Soon they all reckon she'll be pushing up the grass
And her bones might ache and her skin might sag
But still she's got the strength to have a harry rag

Harry rag, harry rag
Do anything just to get a harry rag
And she curses herself for the life she's led
And rolls herself a harry rag and puts herself to bed

Ah, bless you tax man, bless you all
You may take some but you never take it all
But if I give it all, I won't feel sad
As long as I got enough to buy a harry rag

Harry rag, harry rag
Do anything just to get a harry rag
And I curse myself for the life I've led
And roll myself a harry rag and put myself to bed

Ah, the smart young ladies of the land
Can't relax without a harry in their hand
And they light one and they boast and brag
So content because they got a harry rag

Harry rag, harry rag
Do anything just to get a harry rag
And they'll light one and they'll boast and brag
So content because they got a harry rag

Harry rag, harry rag
I'll do anything just to get a harry rag
And I curse myself for the life I've led
And roll myself a harry rag and put myself to bed


Life During Wartime
Talking Heads

Heard of a van that is loaded with weapons
packed up and ready to go
Heard of some gravesites, out by the highway
a place where nobody knows
The sound of gunfire, off in the distance
I'm getting used to it now
Lived in a brownstone, lived in the ghetto
I've lived all over this town

This ain't no party, this ain't no disco
this ain't no fooling around
No time for dancing, or lovey dovey
I ain't got time for that now

Transmit the message, to the receiver
hope for an answer some day
I got three passports, couple of visas
don't even know my real name
High on a hillside, trucks are loading
everything's ready to roll
I sleep in the daytime, I work in the nightime
I might not ever get home

This ain't no party, this ain't no disco
this ain't no fooling around
This ain't no mudd club, or C. B. G. B.
I ain't got time for that now

Heard about Houston? Heard about Detroit?
Heard about Pittsburgh, P. A.?
You oughta know not to stand by the window
somebody might see you up there
I got some groceries, some peanut butter
to last a couple of days
But I ain't got no speakers
ain't got no headphones
ain't got no records to play

Why stay in college? Why go to night school?
Gonna be different this time?
Can't write a letter, can't send a postcard
I can't write nothing at all
This ain't no party, this ain't no disco
this ain't no fooling around
I'd love you hold you, I'd like to kiss you
I ain't got no time for that now

Trouble in transit, got through the roadblock
we blended in with the crowd
We got computers, we're tapping phone lines
I know that ain't allowed
We dress like students, we dress like housewives
or in a suit and a tie
I changed my hairstyle so many times now
don't know what I look like!
You make me shiver, I feel so tender
we make a pretty good team
Don't get exhausted, I'll do some driving
you ought to get you some sleep
Get you instructions, follow directions
then you should change your address
Maybe tomorrow, maybe the next day
whatever you think is best
Burned all my notebooks, what good are notebooks?
They won't help me survive
My chest is aching, burns like a furnace
the burning keeps me alive
Try to stay healthy, physical fitness
don't want to catch no disease
Try to be careful, don't take no chances
you better watch what you say



No Language In Our Lungs
XTC

There is no language in our lungs
to tell the world just how we feel
no bridge of thought
no mental link
no letting out just what you think
there is no language in our lungs
there is no muscle in our tongues
to tell the world what's in our hearts
no we're leaving nothing
just chiselled stones
no chance to speak before we're bones
there is no muscle in our tongues
I thought I had the whole world in my mouth
I thought I could say what I wanted to say
For a second that thought became a sword in my hand
I could slay any problem that would stand in my way
I felt just like a crusader
Lionheart, a Holy Land invader
but nobody can say what they really mean to say and
the impotency of speech came up and hit me that day and
I would have made this instrumental
but the words got in the way
there is no language in our...
there is no language in our lungs
to tell the world what's in our hearts
no we're leaving nothing behind
just chiselled stones
no chance to speak before we're bones
there is no language in our lungs.

dj, you are, indeed, WA2K's answer to a juke box. The only one of your artists that I recognized was David Bowie. What a transformation he went through from earlier days.

I adored the lyrics to your girl who don't use jelly. Very, very clever.

I was looking for Bowie's "Underground", but came across this song that I had never heard.

David Bowie - Song For Bob Dylan
(written by: David Bowie)


From the album "Hunky Dory"

Oh, hear this Robert Zimmerman
I wrote a song for you
About a strange young man
called Dylan
With a voice like sand and glue
His words of truthful vengeance
They could pin us to the floor
Brought a few more people on
And put the fear in a whole lot more

Ah, Here she comes
Here she comes
Here she comes again
The same old painted lady
From the brow of a superbrain
She'll scratch this world to pieces
As she comes on like a friend
But a couple of songs
From your old scrapbook
Could send her home again

You gave your heart to every bedsit room
At least a picture on my wall
And you sat behind a million pair of eyes
And told them how they saw
Then we lost your train of thought
The paintings are all your own
While troubles are rising
We'd rather be scared
Together than alone

Ah, Here she comes...[etc.]

Now hear this Robert Zimmerman
Though I don't suppose we'll meet
Ask your good friend Dylan
If he'd gaze a while
down the old street
Tell him we've lost his poems
So they're writing on the walls
Give us back our unity
Give us back our family
You're every nation's refugee
Don't leave us with their sanity

Ah, Here she comes....[etc.]

My word. Can't believe this, dj.

The first time ever I saw your face
I thought the sun rose in your eyes
And the moon and the stars were the gifts you gave
To the night and the empty skies my love
To the night and the empty skies

The first time ever I kissed your mouth
I felt the earth turn in my hand
Like the trembling heart of a captive bird
That was there at my command my love
That was there at my command

The first time ever I lay with you
And felt your heart beat close to mine
I thought our joy would fill the earth
And would last 'till the end of time my love
And would last 'till the end of time

The first time ever I saw your face
I thought the sun rose in your eyes
And the moon and the stars were the gifts you gave
To the night and the empty skies my love
To the night and the empty skies

I saw Harry Belafonte and Lena Horne perform "The First Time" on TV a long time ago. <sigh> I still have the vinyl of that show. I have Gordon Lightfoot's (the composer) and Nina Mouskouri's recordings also. Love that song. Thank you Edgar.

I always thought that "first time ever" was written by Roberta Flack until I found out it was a Gordon Lightfoot song. anyway Roberta did an incredible rendition.

agreed

and letty, hunky dory is in my top 5 david bowie albums

1. ziggy stardust
2. alladin sane
3. diamond dogs
4 hunky dory
5. low

I love it, too, Raggedy.

Listeners, this is the place that we can really sing out; hear poetry; defy description, and learn from other countries.

Here is Bread casting their song upon the waters:

If a picture paints a thousand words,
Then why can't I paint you?
The words will never show the you I've come to know.
If a face could launch a thousand ships,
Then where am I to go?
There's no one home but you,
You're all that's left me too.
And when my love for life is running dry,
You come and pour yourself on me.

If a man could be two places at one time,
I'd be with you.
Tomorrow and today, beside you all the way.
If the world should stop revolving spinning slowly down to die,
I'd spend the end with you.
And when the world was through,
Then one by one the stars would all go out,
Then you and I would simply fly away

Wonder if The McTags liked the movie, "Ray."

Incidentally, listeners. If you want to see a REAL cliff hanger that has a HAPPY resolution, watch "Cellular". Bill Macy is not only fantastic in his role, but funny as well.

Speaking of pouring colors on someone, where did our colorbook's speckled cat disappear to?

Dys, I knew that Roberta sang it, but had no idea that Gordon Lightfoot was the prototype. WOW! Beautiful changes in that song, Dys. I think it's what Leonard Bernstein called the diatonic scale.

Lettybettyhettygetty
Marycustislee
Dangledhertoesfromthejetty
Andscoldedpooroldme
Seemsthezesthadleftherspaghetti
Saidtwasmyfaultyousee
Claimedherbrainswasallgonetoconfetti
Andscoldedpooroldme