WA2K Radio is now on the air

Oh, my Gawd, it's not only the chairman of the board, it's our own Setanta. Wow!

The entire forum has missed you, buddy. Are you feeling ok?

Listeners, welcome the BOSS back. HOORAH!

chairman of the bored, more like . . .

Setanta, you big old cuddly bear, where've you been???

my house . . .

Howztricks, Annie?

Aim's still pretty good if I do say so myself.

The First Time was a hit by Roberta Flack, but, Harry Belafonte did have some success with it.

Hee! Hee! edgar, you are wonderful at getting us back on track.

What shall we play for the wandering boy? Something plaintive, or something gay?

I'm thinking, listeners.

a song for a wandering boy

well none better than tough guy lee marvin, from he soundtrack to paint your wagon

A Wanderin' Star

I was born under a wanderin' star
I was born under a wanderin' star

Wheels are made for rollin'
Mules are made to pack
I never seen a sight that didn't look better looking back.

I was born under a wanderin' star

Mud can make you prisoner
And the plains can bake you dry
Snow can burn your eyes
But only people make you cry
Home is made for comin' from
For dreams of goin' to
Which with any luck will never come true

I was born under a wanderin' star
I was born under a wanderin' star

Do I know where hell is?
Hell is in Hello
Heaven is good-bye forever
It's time for me to go

I was born under a wanderin' star
A wanderin' wanderin' star

Mud can make you prisoner
And the plains can bake you dry
Snow can burn your eyes
But only people make you cry
Home is made for comin' from
For dreams of goin' to
Which with any luck will never come true

I was born under a wanderin' star
I was born under a wanderin' star

When I get to heaven
Tie me to a tree
Or I'll begin to roam
And soon you know where I will be

I was born under a wanderin' star
A wanderin' wanderin' star

A song that I sang as a kid in a lovely, rural church in Virginia:

Where Is My Wandering Boy Tonight



Where is my wandering boy tonight
The boy of my tenderest care
The boy that was once my joy and light
The child of my love and prayer

Where is my boy tonight
Where is my boy tonight
My heart o'erflows for I love him he knows
Oh where is my boy tonight

Once he was pure as morning dew
As he knelt at his mother's knee
No face was so bright no heart more true
And none was so sweet as he

Oh could I see you now my boy
As fair as in olden time
When prattle and smile made home a joy
And life was a merry chime

Go for my wand'ring boy tonight
Go search for him where you will
But bring him to me with all his blight
And tell him I love him still.

I was right in the middle of the song, and looked into the small congregation to see a woman that I knew in a sea of tears. I didn't think that I could get through the song.

and with that, my friends, I must say Goodnight.

With love and awe from LettyBettyGettyRagland.

Ah we're drinking and we're dancing
and the band is really happening
and the Johnny Walker wisdom running high
And my very sweet companion
she's the Angel of Compassion
she's rubbing half the world against her thigh
And every drinker every dancer
lifts a happy face to thank her
the fiddler fiddles something so sublime
all the women tear their blouses off
and the men they dance on the polka-dots
and it's partner found, it's partner lost
and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops:
it's CLOSING TIME

Yeah the women tear their blouses off
and the men they dance on the polka-dots
and it's partner found, it's partner lost
and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops:
it's CLOSING TIME

Ah we're lonely, we're romantic
and the cider's laced with acid
and the Holy Spirit's crying, Where's the beef?
And the moon is swimming naked
and the summer night is fragrant
with a mighty expectation of relief
So we struggle and we stagger
down the snakes and up the ladder
to the tower where the blessed hours chime
and I swear it happened just like this:
a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
the Gates of Love they budged an inch
I can't say much has happened since
but CLOSING TIME

I swear it happened just like this:
a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
the Gates of Love they budged an inch
I can't say much has happened since
CLOSING TIME

I loved you for your beauty
but that doesn't make a fool of me:
you were in it for your beauty too
and I loved you for your body
there's a voice that sounds like God to me
declaring, declaring, declaring that your body's really you
And I loved you when our love was blessed
and I love you now there's nothing left
but sorrow and a sense of overtime
and I missed you since the place got wrecked
And I just don't care what happens next
looks like freedom but it feels like death
it's something in between, I guess
it's CLOSING TIME

Yeah I missed you since the place got wrecked
By the winds of change and the weeds of sex
looks like freedom but it feels like death
it's something in between, I guess
it's CLOSING TIME

Yeah we're drinking and we're dancing
but there's nothing really happening
and the place is dead as Heaven on a Saturday night
And my very close companion
gets me fumbling gets me laughing
she's a hundred but she's wearing
something tight
and I lift my glass to the Awful Truth
which you can't reveal to the Ears of Youth
except to say it isn't worth a dime
And the whole damn place goes crazy twice
and it's once for the devil and once for Christ
but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights
we're busted in the blinding lights,
busted in the blinding lights
of CLOSING TIME

The whole damn place goes crazy twice
and it's once for the devil and once for Christ
but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights
we're busted in the blinding lights,
busted in the blinding lights
of CLOSING TIME

Oh the women tear their blouses off the men they dance on the polka-dots
It's CLOSING TIME
And it's partner found, it's partner lost
and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops
It's CLOSING TIME
I swear it happened just like this:
a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
It's CLOSING TIME
The Gates of Love they budged an inch
I can't say much has happened since
But CLOSING TIME
I loved you when our love was blessed
I love you now there's nothing left
But CLOSING TIME
I miss you since the place got wrecked
By the winds of change and the weeds of sex.

Leonard Cohen Closing Time

goodnight letty

a lullaby from james taylor

Sweet Baby James

There is a young cowboy he lives on the range
His horse and his cattle are his only companions
He works in the saddle and he sleeps in the canyons
Waiting for Summer, his pastures to change

And as the moon rises he sits by his fire
Thinking about women and glasses of beer
And closing his eyes as the dogies retire
He sings out a song which is soft but it's clear
As if maybe someone could hear

(Chorus)
Goodnight you moonlight ladies
Rockabye sweet baby James
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose
Won't you let me go down in my dreams
And rockabye sweet baby James

Now the first of December was covered with snow
And so was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston
Lord, the Berkshires seemed dream-like on account of that frosting
With ten miles behind me and ten thousand more to go

There's a song that they sing when they take to the highway
A song that they sing when they take to the sea
A song that they sing of their home in the sky
Maybe you can believe it if it helps you to sleep
But singing works just fine for me

- Chorus -

Good EARLY morning WA2K radio.

dj, That James Taylor song is among my favorites. What a pity that things went so wrong for him as he had a native talent that is difficult to find.

edgar, the cadence to that song was interesting as well as the words. Who did that?

Listeners, do you suppose the three top stories in the news will finally subside after the cardinals choose a new pope? Here on WA2K radio, we attempt to bring you the news that is also buried on the back pages.

Song for April:

This lovely day will dwindle in to evening,
We'll say goodbye to all we ever heard,
Alone where we once walked together.
I'll remember April and be glad.

(bridge)
I'll be content,
You loved me once in April,
Your lips were warm and love and spring were new,
But I'm not afraid of Autumn and its sorrows,
I'll remember April and you.

The fire will dwindle into glowing ashes,
For love and flames live but a little while.
I'll be alone,
But I won't be lonely,
I'll remember April,
And I'll smile.

Hmmm. wonder where the hawk man from Boston is; he who usually closes and opens our station with a song.

Good morning, Letty and listeners!

A little song from Paris...

Chanson d'Avril

Le muguet vient de naître
Au bois joli, (bis)
Nous cueillerons dans l'herbe
Les brins subtils,
Pour en faire une gerbe
En l'honneur d'avril.

-

Au cours de ma cueillette
Dans le bois vert, (bis)
O douce Marinette,
J'ai découvert
Une bague jaunette
Au chaton vert.

-

Si j'en avais l'audace,
Et non l'émoi, (bis)
Je lui trouverais place
A votre doigt...
Acceptez-la, de grâce,
Et prenez-moi...

Ah, Francis, that is a lovely song. Your lily of the valley reminds me of a round that I used to sing with my playmates when I was a wee thing:

White coral bells upon a slender stalk,
Lily of the valley deck my garden walks.
Oh, don't you wish, that you can hear them ring.
That will happen only when the fairies sing.

Anyone remember rounds?

Yes, at primary school we had some fun with rounds

London's Burning
Frere Jacques

Any more?

Morning folks. Yes. You guessed it I decided to go out and cavort last night. The karaoke bug bit me and off I went. Second night in a row I was the only singer for the first hour. Five songs in the first hour. Then they poured in and I sang three songs in the last three hours. Go figure.

My Kind of Town Frank Sinatra
Always on My Mind Willie Nelson
My Way Frank Sinatra
This is My Song Petula Clark
Tumbling Tumbleweeds Sons of the Pioneers
The Lady is a Tramp Frank Sinatra
Ghost Riders in the Sky Vaughn Monroe
After the Loving Engelbert Humperdinck


Frank Sinatra Lyrics

My Kind Of Town Lyrics

(S. Cahn, J. Van Heusen)

[Recorded April 8, 1964, Los Angeles]

Now this could only happen to a guy like me
And only happen in a town like this
So may I say to each of you most gratef'lly
As I throw each one of you a kiss

This is my kind of town, Chicago is
My kind of town, Chicago is
My kind of people, too
People who smile at you

And each time I roam, Chicago is
Calling me home, Chicago is
Why I just grin like a clown
It's my kind of town


My kind of town, Chicago is
My kind of town, Chicago is
My kind of razzmatazz
And it has all that jazz

And each time I leave, Chicago is
Tuggin' my sleeve, Chicago is
The Wrigley Building, Chicago is
The Union Stockyard, Chicago is
One town that won't let you down
It's my kind of town

Well, McTag, first let me ask you if you and the Mrs. enjoyed the movie "Ray".

Let's have another round, listeners:

Scotland's burning,
Scotland's burning,
Look yonder,
Look yonder,
Fire, fire,
Fire, fire,
Pour water,
Pour water.

Fond memories, no?

Hey, Hawk man. Missed your contribution the first time a ROUND.<smile>

I know every song you sang last night except for the Petula Clark. Old blue eyes still brings 'em in, does he not?

Yum. Bacon and french toast this am with generous helpings of coffee. Got in around 2:00 am as usual. There were a couple of guys there and they wanted Frank (no surprise) so I obliged. It's not surprising to have someone request a song. What is surprising is for another singer to request a song. It happens though usually a woman asking for a song her father sang. There are actually male singers who've sung This is my Song but the rendition last night was by Petula (the only one listed in their book) so I stuck to the truth for once. I thought I was going for the gold before the other singers started popping in. The place always has a nice mix of young and old so the mix was entertaining. One young woman did a Michael Jackson complete with yells and moon walk (but no crotch grab). Wonderful night.