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We are miners, hard rock miners
To the shaft house we must go
Pour your bottles on our shoulders
We are marching to the slow

On the line boys, on the line boys
Drill your holes and stand in line
'til the shift boss comes to tell you
You must drill her out on top

Can't you feel the rock dust in your lungs?
It'll cut down a miner when he is still young
Two years and the silicosis takes hold
and I feel like I'm dying from mining for gold

Yes, I feel like I'm dying from mining for gold

A fellow I have a passing acquaintance with went to an unworked mine in another state to look for gold. He said he found just enough to make him want to try it again.

Bob, that was scary news about the toll woman. The thought of having to close down those golden gates is even scarier.

Great mine songs, all. It was pretty tough on the guys underground before the union organized:

Well, some people say that Unions are too strong,
Union leaders should go back where they belong;
But I wish that they could see
A little more of poverty,
And they might start to sing a different song.
CHORUS:
Well, minin' is a hazard in Hazard, Kentucky,
And if you ain't minin' there,
Well, my friends, you're awful lucky;
'Cause if you don't get silicosis or pay that's just atrocious,
You'll be screamin' for a Union that will care.
Well, the Depression was ended with the war,
But nobody told Kentucky, that is sure.
Some are living in a sewer while jobs are getting fewer,
But more coal is mined than ever before.

Well, the badge of Sheriff Combs always shines,
And when duty calls he seldom ever whines.
Well, I don't like raisin' thunder, but it sort of make you wonder
When he runs the law and also runs the mines.

Well, our standard of living is highest all around,
But our standard of giving is the lowest when you're down.
So I give a yell and a whistle when they light that Union missile
And we'll lift our feet up off the ground.

Phil Ochs.

In the U.S. The United Mine Workers was a great thing, but like all good things, became corrupt and overblown. The free medical insurance that was offered the coal miners, drove up prices all over for everyone.

Understand now, that the ONLY teacher's union in the U.S. is the AFT.

Here's a little item of history concerning bridges:

The Collapse of the Silver Bridge in Point Pleasant, W.Va. even inspired a movie. As far as we know, the reason for the collapse has never been ascertained.

The following is an interesting article about that movie, The Moth Man Prophecies, and its legend:

http://www.computercrowsnest.com/features/arc/2002/nz5746.php

WA2K is the place for everyone, folks. Don't be shy, call in or dedicate a song.

Miners songs?

I bet you've never heard of Matt McGinn

Unner alow the grund, oh
Unner alow the grun
Deid or alive I lie below
Unner alow the grun

Wow, McTag. You're right, Brit. Never heard that one. Explain to our listeners, if you will about the usage.

Timing and all that, folks:

Thought for Today: ``We think in generalities, but we live in detail.'' - Alfred North Whitehead, British philosopher (1861-1947).



04/11/05

Personal anecdote:

I just came back from a quick stop at my favorite "petrol" station owned and operated by the most delightful East Indian family that I have ever had the pleasure to know. As I came out, there was a man with long beard and bandana, wandering about. I had left my car unlocked and he turned and saw me. He said, "M'am, can you spare a couple of bucks so that I can buy "petrol" for this big old car and get to West Palm"?(there was a woman in the big old car). I smiled and told him that I doubted that a couple of bucks would do the trick, so I impetuously gave him a twenty. He shook my hand and told me his name, and I told him mine. As I drove home it occurred to me that I had done and really stupid thing. Then I thought. "Lord, girl. Are you crazy or what?"

Then a second thought. Was he going to hot wire and steal my car? Well, listeners. I'm glad I did what I did.

Crap. Change "and" to "a". More shaken than I thought, listeners.

Boston Red Sox Beat The Yankees 8-1 in home opener.

Well, Bob. You don't sound as happy as you should. You ok?

For your sox?

Before the bayonet replaced the bat,
Jack Marsh played second base for Yale;
his spikes anchored into the August clay,
his eyes set deep against the setting sun.

The scouts all knew his numbers well,
had studied his sure hands that flew
like hungry gulls above the grass;
but Uncle Sam had scouted too,

had chosen first the team to play
the season's final game of '44,
had issued him another uniform
to wear into the face of winter moon

that shone upon a snowy plain
where players played a deadly game,
where strikes were thrown with each grenade
and high pitched echoes linger still,

beyond the burned out foreign fields
and boyhood dreams of bunts and steals,
young Jack Marsh is rounding third,
and sliding, sliding safely home.

Baseball Dreams by Charles Ghigna ©
In memory of Jack Marsh,
second baseman, Yale University, 1943

Guess I could play the song that always arouses the spirit:

Take me out to the ballgame.
Take me out with the crowd.
Buy me some peanuts and cracker jacks.
I don't care if I ever get back,
Well it's root, root, root for the home team.
If they don't win it's a shame.

So it's once, twice, three strikes you're out
At the old ball game.

I feel great. Here, feel me. Fresh. Not there. It was splendiforous. The pregame was almost as good as the game. After the national anthem there was a flyover by f 16's. They arrived within seconds of the anthem ending. The ceremonial first pitch was thrown by four sports personalities. They were Bobby Orr former Bruin, Richard Seymour and Ted Bruschi of the Patriots, and Bill Russel former Celtic. The Red Sox were given their championship rings. Lots of feel good things.

I feel great. Here, feel me. Fresh. Not there. It was splendiforous. The pregame was almost as good as the game. After the national anthem there was a flyover by f 16's. They arrived within seconds of the anthem ending. The ceremonial first pitch was thrown by four sports personalities. They were Bobby Orr former Bruin, Richard Seymour and Ted Bruschi of the Patriots, and Bill Russel former Celtic. The Red Sox were given their championship rings. Lots of feel good things.

Ok, Bob. consider yourself having been felt.

Round ball; baseball; golf ball. Is it just a man's sport listeners?

No question about. We guys got balls.

Hopefully, Boston Bob.

Hmmmm. An interesting turn of events, listeners.

It's dark, now, and the trees are quiet:

In the still of the night
As I gaze out of my window
At the moon in its flight
My thoughts all stray, stray to you

In the still of the night
While the world lies in slumber
Oh the times without number
When I say to you

Do you love me
like I love you
Are you my life to be
That dream come true
Or will this dream of mine
Will it fade way out of sight

Just like that moon growing dim
Way out on the rim of the hill
In the still of the night

Yes, listeners, it's that time of night once again:

Nocturns..................................................

GOODNIGHT, SWEETHEART, GOODNIGHT
The McGuire Sisters



Goodnight, sweetheart, well, it's time to go,
Goodnight, sweetheart, well, it's time to go,
I hate to leave you, but I really must say,
Goodnight, sweetheart, goodnight.

Waving a goodnight to all here on WA2K radio.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow.

If today was not an endless highway,
If tonight was not a crooked trail,
If tomorrow wasn't such a long time,
Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all.

She does not lazy dance
Her hands on me
She does not talk, no pretty talk
She pleasures silently
But with her, I am summer
I warm easy to her heat
She fill me full, she fill me full
She make me complete

Skin to skin
Skin to skin
No cold wind blow on me
No cold wind blow on me

Skin to skin
Skin to skin
The light, it shine on me
The light it shine on me

He is a secret soldier
With pieces inside broke
He hides in his own darkness
His fire has no smoke
And, when my body songs begin
When he holds me tight
He chases all my shadows
And I burn so bright

Skin to skin
Skin to skin
No cold wind blow on me
No cold wind blow on me

Skin to skin
Skin to skin
The light, it shine on me
The light it shine on me

Winter inside of me
Ice to fight the storm
She cannot see
What I hide in me
I can't be strong
Beside her warm

Skin to skin (she's too close)
Skin to skin (much too close)
No cold wind blow on me (she's got a hold on me)
No cold wind blow on me (she's got a hold on me)

Skin to skin (she touches soft)
Skin to skin (ah, much too soft)
The light, it shines on me (her fire is burning me)
The light, it shines on me (her fire is burning me)

Skin to skin (she's too close)
Skin to skin (much too close)
No cold wind blow on me (she's got a hold on me)
No cold wind blow on me (she's got a hold on me)
Skin to skin (she touches soft)
Skin to skin (ah, much too soft)

Letty, you should feel good about giving that man a twenty. Maybe it changed his life. Maybe he drank most of it. Whatever he did with it, you made a difference in his life, good or bad. It was his choice. Your heart is generous and good, so I hope some of that was transferred to him along with the money.

Aggie's birthdays brought Oleg Cassini's wonderful sense of style to mind. I always loved his designs and actually had a copy of one of his dresses when I was in my twenties. It was my favorite--I've never had one quite so beautiful since.

I'd like to hear about that dress by Oleg Cassini, Diane...