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Yeah, Fats had the real hit on I'm Walkin, but it still was Ricky's debut song.

Good morning listeners. I want to congratulate myself. Only took fifteen or twenty minutes to go from horizontal to vertical. Yes I know some of you are already on the road. Let's ask Dave Dudley to take the mike and tell us the road.

Six Days on the Road

Dave Dudley

Well, I pulled out of Pittsburgh,
Rollin' down the Eastern Seaboard.
I've got my diesel wound up,
And she's running like never before.
There's a speed zone ahead, all right,
I don't see a cop in sight.
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight.

I got ten forward gears,
And a Georgia overdrive.
I'm taking little white pills,
And my eyes are open wide.
I just passed a 'Jimmy' and a 'White':
I've been passin' everything in sight.
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight.

Well, it seems like a month,
Since I kissed my baby good-bye.
I could have a lot of women,
But I'm not like some other guys.
I could find one to hold me tight,
But I could never believe that it's right.
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight.

I.C.C. is checking on down the line.
I'm a little overweight and my log's three days behind.
But nothing bothers me tonight.
I can dodge all the scales all right,
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight.

Well my rig's a little old,
But that don't mean she's slow.
There's a flame from her stack,
And the smoke's rolling black as coal.
My hometown's coming in sight,
If you think I'm happy your right.
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight.

Good Morning Everybody

Some April 11 Birthday celebrities:

1862 Charles Evans Hughes, statesman and chief justice of the Supreme Court (Glens Falls, NY; died 1948)
1913 Oleg Cassini, fashion designer (Paris, France)
1928 Ethel Kennedy, widow of Sen. Robert F. Kennedy (Greenwich, CT)
1931 John[ny] Sheffield Pasadena CA, actor (boy in many Weissmuller Tarzan movies; Bomba the Jungle Boy)
1932 Joel Grey, actor (Cleveland, OH)
1933 Tony Brown, journalist (Charleston, WV)
1939 Louise Lasser, actress (New York, NY)
1944 John Milius writer (Red Dawn, 1941, Big Wednesday)
1947 Peter Riegert, actor (New York, NY)
Meshach Taylor, actor (Boston, MA)
1948 Ellen Goodman, columnist (Newton, MA)
1950 Bill Irwin, actor/choreographer (Santa Monica, CA)
Happy 74th to "Boy"!

Happy 73rd to Joel Grey

And for Ehbeth in case she doesn't see Peter Riegert while she's buying her pickles in N.Y.

Good morning aggie. I never understood why they called Johnny Sheffield Boy. In the Tarzan books he was called Korak. Hollywood of course decided to "dumb" down the characters. Tarzan was actually conversant in both English and French. Let's turn to Joel Grey and see if we can wheedle a tune out of him.


Joel Grey---Willkommen



M.C.:
Willkommen! Bienvenue! Welcome!
Fremder, etranger, stranger
Glücklich zu sehen,
Je suis enchanté,
Happy to see you,
Bleibe, reste, stay.
Willkommen! Bienvenue! Welcome!
Im Cabaret, Au Cabaret, To Cabaret!
Meine Damen und Herren-
Mes dames et Messieurs-
Ladies and Gentlemen,
Guten Abend! Bon Soir! Good Evening!
Wie geht's? Comment sa va?
Do you feel good?
Ich bin eur confrencier!
Je suis votre compére,
I am you host!
Und sage.
Willkommen! Bienvenue! Welcome!
Leave your troubles outside.
So life is disappointing, forget it!
In here life is beautiful.
The girls are beautiful.
Even the orchestra is beautiful.
[The Band plays]
And now presenting the cabaret girls!
Each and everyone a virgin--
You don't believe me,
Well, do not take my word for it,
Go ahead, ask her!
Ha ha ha!
Outside it is Winter, but in here it is so hot!
Ev'ry night we have the battle to keep the girls from taking off
all their clothing, so don't go away, who knows, tonight we may
lose the battle!
GIRLS:
Und sage.
Willkommen! Bienvenue! Welcome!
Im Cabaret,
Au Cabaret,
To Cabaret!
M.C.:
We are her to serve you!
COMPANY:
Bleibe, reste, stay.
Willkommen! Bienvenue! Welcome!
Im Cabaret,
Au Cabaret...Wir sorgen!
Willkommen! Bienvenue! Welcome!
Fremder, Etranger, Stranger,
Glücklich zu sehen, M.C.:
Je suis enchantй, Enchanté, Madame!
Happy to see you, Happy to see you
Bleibe, reste, stay.
Und sage.
Willkommen! Bienvenue! Welcome!
Fremder, Etranger, Stranger,
Glьcklich zu sehen,
Je suis enchanté,
Happy to see you,
Bleibe, reste, stay.
Willkommen! Bienvenue! Welcome!
Im Cabaret,
Au Cabaret,
To Cabaret!

Good morning, WA2K radio.

First, I would like to thank all for the musical contributions that keep our small station on the air--Diane, edgar, dj, and Bob.

To ehBeth, I have not yet explored the information that you so generously supplied, so I'm afraid that I cannot comment, as yet. Like Bob, I became vertical rather quickly last evening

McTag, How fortunate that you will have the opportunity to meet MORE Yanks, and, of course, they will have the honor of congregating with you and yours.

Raggedy, thank you, once again, for keeping us apprised of the names and faces that have so often appeared in public places. <smile>

It is strange to see the word "statesman" after Charles Evans Hughes' name, because I am afraid that the term has become a vanishing species here.

Listeners, Raggedy has supplied us with the marvelous pictures of "boy" from the early Tarzan movies and his chimp, and seeing that well trained monkey reminds me that Jane Goodall is now campaigning for the survival of a rare type deer. More later about that, my friends.

Francis will probably know more about Cassini than most of us here, but many Americans have always made statements by wearing designer clothes and accompanying accessories.

There was a time, folks, that brand names meant quality--Aigner--Izod--and others, but that has become for many, just a symbol, I'm afraid.

The last time that I dressed to the nines was when we made a practice of seeing the London Symphony Orchestra in Daytona Beach. What a wonderful experience.

Hey, Bob. You're right. Burroughs characterization of Tarzan was more elite than Hollywood would have us believe--star power and he men and box office.
Incidentally, Boston, Thanks for that translation of Cabaret, old chum.

There's too much laughter here. Time to get a little serious now.

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Allan Sherman

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Eight Foot Two Solid Blue


"Eight Foot Two, Solid Blue"
Last night I met a man from Mars, and he was very sad.
He said, "Won't you help me find my girl friend, please?"
So I asked him, "What does she look like?",
And the man from Mars said, she's
Eight foot two, solid blue,
Five transistors in each shoe,
Has anybody seen my gal?
Lucite nose, rust-proof toes,
And when her antenna glows,
She's the cutest Martian gal.
You know she promised me, recently,
She wouldn't stray,
But came the dawn, she was gone
Eighteen billion miles away.
Her steering wheel has sex appeal,
Her evening gown is stainless steel,
Has anybody seen my gal?
How I miss all the bliss
Of her sweet hydraulic kiss,
Has anybody seen my gal?
Lovely shape, custom built,
Squeeze her wrong and she says "tilt",
Has anybody seen my gal?
She does the cutest tricks, with her six stereo ears.
When she walks by, spacemen cry,
'Specially when she shifts her gears.
If she's found, rush like mad,
Put her on a launching pad,
Down at Cape Canaveral,
And shoot me back my cutie,
My supersonic beauty,
Send me back my Martian gal.

So glad that you decided to become sober, Bob. (as in serious).

ehBeth will love that parody, I think.

I zeroed in on the line that deviated from Five Foot Two and that was:

"Came the dawn, she was gone."

Another child's song that I can't locate and one to which I can't quite remember all the lyrics

Three whole nights I've lain awake
cock-a-doodle do
For my little rooster's sake,
cock-a-doodle do.
Came the dawn,
cock-a-doodle do.
He was gone.
(repeat onomatopoeia)
And I thought my heart would break.

He had feathers blue and bright,
And he crowed with all his might.
(can't remember the next few lines)

So kind listeners far and near,
To my urgent plea give ear. (I think)
(another can't remember)
Send me back my rooster dear.

Perhaps one of our diligent researchers can locate that little song for us.

From the state of Natal in South Africa:


Mangwene Mpulele

Mangwene Mpulele
Een ya mah tee poh lah,

Mangwene Mpulele
Een ya mah tee poh lah,

Lay hi lee moo lah
lay hi lee moo lay
Een ya mah tee poh lah

My, goodness, edgar. Was that a translation of the Rooster song?

Soooooo, listeners, we are on the dark continent again:

I hear the drums echoing tonight
But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation
She's coming in 12:30 flight
The moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation
I stopped an old man along the way,
Hoping to find some long forgotten words or ancinet melodies
He turned to me as if to say, Hurry boy, it's waiting there for you


CHORUS:
It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had


The wild dogs cry out in the night
As they grow restless longing for some solitary company
I know that I must do what's right
As sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serangetti
I seek to cure what's deep inside, frightened of this thing that I've become


CHORUS

ToTo

Here's a science news item that Cyracuz will appreciate:

It seems that a research team comprised of scientists from Norway and the U.S. have discovered that the eldest child in a family will be the best educated; the most intelligent, and the most successful. I won't elaborate any more, because I think that lead in says it all.

More about Sabin and Salk later on in the broadcast.

Well, we don't have really commercials on WA2K Radio - but since I post this one only for scientific amusement reasons ...

(I could tell you that this Flash animation features singing hard drive parts, but that really doesn't do it justice :wink:
So, you must have flash animation and of course your sound on!)

So how come my younger brother is smarter than me?

I love the sound of a choir singing Sikilele Afrika, and all that Miriam Makeba stuff.

And what about all those dudes in King Solomon's Mines with Stuart Grainger? Impressive.

Explorer hijacked my response again, Walter. Sorry that I couldn't hear your singing hard drive parts. Were they in tune?

Well, McTag, we need to question that research, don't we. You need to start a sibling war and ask him why he is smarter than you are.

Stewart Granger? I remember him, and I also remember "she who must be obeyed."

Hmmm. Speaking of singing dudes:

SOUND>interspersed with (hooh! aah! hooh!)
I hear somethin' sayin'

(hooh! aah!) (hooh! aah!)
(hooh! aah!) (hooh! aah!)


(Well, don't you know)
That's the sound of the men working on the chain ga-a-ang
That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang

All day long they're singin'
(hooh! aah!) (hooh! aah!)
(hooh! aah!) (hooh! aah!)

(Well, don't you know)
That's the sound of the men working on the chain ga-a-ang
That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang

All day long they work so hard
Till the sun is goin' down
Working on the highways and byways
And wearing, wearing a frown
You hear them moanin' their lives away
Then you hear somebody sa-ay

That's the sound of the men working on the chain ga-a-ang
That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang

Can't ya hear them singin'
Mm, I'm goin' home one of these days
I'm goin' home see my woman
Whom I love so dear
But meanwhile I got to work right he-ere

(Well, don't you know)
That's the sound of the men working on the chain ga-a-ang
That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang

All day long they're singin', mm
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my work is so hard
Give me water, I'm thirsty

FADE
My work is so hard

Workin' in a coal mine
Goin' down down down
Workin' in a coal mine
Whop! about to slip down
Workin' in a coal mine
Goin' down down down
Workin' in a coal mine
Whop! about to slip down
Five o'clock in the mornin'
I'm all ready up and gone
Lord I am so tired
How long can this go on?

I'm workin' in a coal mine
Goin' down down down
Workin' in a coal mine
Whop! about to slip down
Workin' in a coal mine
Goin' down down down
Workin' in a coal mine
Whop! about to slip down

Cos I'm on call in the mornin'
Oh I go by the coal
But when Saturday goes around
I'm too tired for havin' fun (Too tired for having fun)

I been workin'in a coal mine
Goin' down down down
Workin' in a coal mine
Whop! about to slip down
Workin' in a coal mine
Goin' down down down
Workin' in a coal mine
Whop! about to slip down

Lord I am so tired
How long can this go on?

I'm workin' in a coal mine
Goin' down down down
Workin' in a coal mine
Whop! about to slip down
Workin' in a coal mine
Goin' down down down
Workin' in a coal mine
Whop! about to slip down

Five o'clock in the mornin'
I'm all ready up and gone
Lord I am so tired
How long can this go on?

I'm workin' in a coal mine
Goin' down down down
Workin' in a coal mine
Whop! about to slip down
Workin' in a coal mine
Goin' down down down
Workin' in a coal mine
Whop! about to slip down

Cos I'm on call in the mornin'
Oh I go by the coal
But when Saturday goes around
I'm too tired for havin' fun (Too tired for having fun)

I been workin'in a coal mine
Goin' down down down
Workin' in a coal mine
Whop! about to slip down
Workin' in a coal mine
Goin' down down down
Workin' in a coal mine
Whop! about to slip down



Btw: the German Mining Museum (McTag knows it) celebrates its 75th birthday this year

You know, Walter. The Japanese have a mining song, but for the life of me I can't remember it.

Doctor Leo Hayes was our company doctor
From the big coal companies he got his pay
For thirty-nine years he tried to cure us
And now today on his deathbed lay.
He called his five boys and his three daughters
And at his bed we stood around
We heard him tell the history of the coal miners
And he said, "Don't let these people down."
You are all connected with the practice of medicine
You promise you'll keep true I know
You will do your best to help these people
I close my eyes for I must go.
His youngest girl was Doctor Betty
With her face so pretty and her smile so sweet
She walked the coal towns of Force and Byrndale
She saw the sewage waters flowing down the street.

She saw the children drink the cankered water
She saw the chickens fly up on the roof
She saw the waters overflow the sewers
And flood their gardens of victory.
She went to the big shots of the Shawmut Company
She did not beg and she did not plead
She stood flatfooted and pounded the table
Sewer pipes and bathrooms are what we need.

My dady told me to fight to cure sickness
But I can't cure sickness with sewage all around
These germs kill people quicker than I can cure them
We need a foundation under every house.
We need a bathroom for every family
Yes, you can set there and blink your eyes
Three hundred miners are out behind me
We will clean this town or know the reason why.

I quit my job as the family doctor
I nailed up my shingle and went on my own
I carried my pillbag and waded those waters
I set by a deathbed in many a home.
I saw you catch rainwater in rusty washtubs
I saw you come home dirty up out of your pits
Watched you ride with your coffin up to your graveyard
With not a nickel to pay your burying debt.

On July the fifteenth from the hills around
Three hundred miners walked down through town
The state inspector was testing the water
While he was working you stood around.
One miner asked him to have a drink free
The inspector looked out toward our pits
He set his hat back on his head and says,
"I wouldn't drink a drop of that on a bet."

I think of my daddy and brothers and sisters
When we stood around his dying bed
When I walk the streets of the company towns
I can hear every word my daddy said.
The Shawmut Company is caught in its own paws
The people not worth the money they cost
A hundred have died, three hundred not working
Thirty thousand tons of coal is lost.

Woody Gutherie.

Remember, listeners. You can hear it all on WA2K radio.

I was feeling overworked today, until I saw these songs.
Now I feel postively pampered.

Continuing the theme, here's an oldie from Tennessee Ernie Ford
(bless his pea pickin' heart).

SIXTEEN TONS

Some people say a man is made outta mud
A poor man's made outta muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's weak and a back that's strong

You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store

I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine
I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine
I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal
And the straw boss said "Well, bless my soul"

You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store

I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain
Fightin' and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion
Cain't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line

You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store

If you see me comin', better step aside
A lotta men didn't, a lotta men died
One fist of iron, the other of steel
If the right one don't get you, then the left one will

You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store

Of course the German have a famous mining song:
"Good luck*, the overman arives"
Glück auf, der Steiger kommt

('Melodie' is melody - mp3 gives you brass band plus choir)


*'Glück auf' is a special greeting amongst mining workers with no equivalent in English

No place is safe anymore.



U.S. National - AP
AP
Golden Gate Bridge Security Reevaluated

Mon Apr 11, 7:03 AM ET


By JUSTIN M. NORTON, Associated Press Writer

SAN FRANCISCO - Golden Gate Bridge officials were reevaluating security after a driver was charged with attempted murder in the shooting of a toll collector.





The female toll worker was shot in the neck and chest late Saturday apparently during an attempted robbery, according to San Francisco police. She is expected to survive.

It's the first time a toll collector has been shot on the bridge, said Mary Currie, spokeswoman for the Golden Gate Bridge administration. The span is one of the most heavily guarded sites in the Bay Area.

Marcellus Cooksey, 42, of San Francisco, faces two counts of attempted murder, three gun charges and a robbery charge stemming from the toll plaza attack, according to San Francisco police spokesman Sgt. Neville Gittens. Cooksey also faces an outstanding warrant for an undisclosed traffic violation, Gittens said.

Gittens said police recovered a handgun and an undisclosed amount of money after Cooksey was shot in the leg by an officer and arrested near the scene.

Currie said officials are examining the circumstances of the attack and interviewing toll collectors as they reconsider security measures. The attack "speaks to some vulnerability that we need to take a look at," she said. "We're doing a lot of talking among all of us, especially collectors. Our focus is on the health and well being of our fellow employees."

The shooting has rattled longtime toll collectors, many of whom view regular commuters as part of their extended family. Currie said many regulars often give gifts or flowers to the toll workers during the holiday season.

I first heard this by Tennessee Ernie Ford:


Come all you young fellers so young and so fine
Seek not your fortune in the dark dreary mine
It'll form as a habit it'll seed in your soul
Till the blood in your veins runs black as the coal

For it's dark as a dungeon and it's damp as the dew
Where the dangers are double the pleasures are few
Where the rain never falls the sun never shines
Oh God it's dark as a dungeon way down in the mines

Oh it's many a man I've known in my day
Who lived just to labor his whole life away
Like a fiend for his dope a drunkard his wine
A man will have lust for the lure of the mine

Oh I hope when I die and the ages do roll
Yes my body will harden and turn into coal
And I look from the door of my heavenly home
To see a poor miner a diggin' my bones