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Ah, I see, Bob. The artist is Great Big Sea.

It's nice to have clarified water, is it not, listeners?

Now for a look at archaelogical items:



'Lost City' Found in the Atlantic Ocean
Towering white mineral chimneys and feathery spires mark the field deep in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. Far, far below the surface there is a strange new world never before known to human beings. It's been named the Lost City for the mythical world of Atlantis.



Populated by see-through shrimp, crabs, and some very unusual life forms, the Lost City is a field of thermal vents that was discovered by accident in 2000 when researchers were looking at undersea areas near the midocean ridge. In 2003, scientists explored the area through 19 eight-hour dives in the deep-sea submersible Alvin and in 2005 recorded what they saw in the journal Science. The discovery shows "how little we know about the ocean," lead researcher Deborah S. Kelley of the University of Washington told The Associated Press in an interview. "I have been working on black smokers for about 20 years, and you sort of think you have a good idea what's going on. But the ocean is a big place, and there are still important opportunities for discovery."

Look what they found deep in the Pacific Ocean that has led German scientists to make an astounding conclusion.

The Lost City, which is at roughly the same latitude as Jacksonville, Fla. and is perched on the plateau of a mammoth undersea mountain, has startled scientists with its different environment and residents. Black smokers they know. These white chimneys are something entirely new. AP reports that black smokers are chimney-like structures that form when very hot water--700 degrees Fahrenheit--breaks through the ocean floor and comes into contact with frigidly cold ocean water. Minerals crystallize in this very acidic environment and that gives the chimneys their black color. But the Lost City is different. The temperature of the escaping fluids is a lukewarm 150 degrees to 170 degrees. In addition, the environment is extraordinarily alkaline. All this makes the crystalline chimneys white.

When Israeli archaeologists began excavating caves near the Dead Sea, they found a real treasure that dates back to the second century A.D.

When the scientists got a good look at the inhabitants of the Lost City and this new type of ecosystem, they must have felt as if they had journeyed to a different planet. Among the 65 creatures are miniature shrimp and crabs, most of which are transparent or translucent, that are less than a half-inch in size. There are also tubeworms, water fleas, mats of bacteria, and snails. One scientist who was not associated with the research team called the amount of living organisms found inside the Lost City's chimneys astonishing. It's possible the undersea vents mimic conditions on the primordial earth when life first formed so they may provide some of the best insights into that process, reports The Seattle Times.

Stay tuned, listeners. We are The Discovery Channel of radio.

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GREAT BIG SEA

"Barque In The Harbour"

From a barque in the harbour I went roaming on shore
And stepped into a pub where I was oft times before
And as I was sitting and enjoying my glass
Who chanced to walk in but a young Spanish lass
She sat down beside me and kept squeezing my hand
Saying 'Sir you're a stranger not long to this land'
Will you roam, Johnny Sailor, would you roam along with me
To some lonesome spot where nobody can see

[Chorus:]
'Don't you leave me Johnny Sailor' were the words she did cry
Waving and weeping and wiping her eyes
When you reach home in your own Newfoundland
Think of the young Spaniard who kept squeezing your hand

I quickly consented with her for to roam
She lived by herself in a neat little home
She was brisk, plump and jolly and her age scare 19
And the name of that maiden I think was Irene

One fine summer's morning our ship, she set sail
And down by the seashore lovely Irene she came
Waving her pocket hankerchief and wiping her eyes
'Don't leave me Johnny Sailor' were the words she did cry

[Chorus]

I'll give you farewell love on a fine summer's breeze
But love don't forget me when you're crossing the sea
And when you are married and enjoying your bride
Think on the young maiden who lay by your side

[Chorus]

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I'll be staying at a sailor's mission when I go to New York in a week and a half. The music I'm listening to seems to be reflecting my thoughts about the trip, and the mission.

Wow! ehBeth, Another of those sea disenchantments.

I keep being reminded of Cav and the Mrs. loving their song:

Beyond the Sea. It seems so perfect now.

We love them all, these songs from around the world, do we not, listeners?

It is almost impossible to locate lyrics to songs we almost remember, audience.

I was reminded of Olivia Newton-John's "Please,Mr.Please" but can no longer locate it in our archives.

our dj is so marvelous at these things, perhaps he can be our sand searcher.

Primordial, that's a word you don't see a lot. Also eons. Interesting stuff posted today, about the deep sea trenches

Full many a gem of purest ray serene
The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear;
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen
And waste its sweetness on the desert air

Ah, McTag. primordial and primeval from the lips of the sounding sea.

And yes, Thomas Grey's "Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard" is one of my all time favorites, as is Spoon River Anthology by Edgar Lee Masters.

The curfew (bird) tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea,(meadow)
The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world in darkness and to me.

A little known book by Peter Benchley is The Girl from the Coral Sea which talks of underwater mountains that provide life for so many sea creatures. They have been there for eons, those under water crags and tors.

Better make that The Girl from the Sea of Cortez, listeners. The Coral Sea is in Bermuda, and The Sea of Cortez is in Mexico.

How high the gulls fly o'er Islay.
How sad the farm lad deep in play.
Felt like a grain on your sand.

How well the sheep's bell music makes.
Rovin' the cliff when fancy takes.
Felt like the tide left me here.
How blest the forest with birds' song
How neat the cut peat laid so long.
Felt like a seed on your land.

How high the gulls fly o'er Islay.
How sad the farm lad deep in play.
Felt like the tide left me here.
Felt like a grain on your sand.
Felt like a grain on your sand

edgar, that was lovely. It not only is a poem of the ocean, it also charts the unmarked lochs in my mind.

I grabbed my favorite Atlas and found the islands of Islay to be in the UK.

How very deprived I am, edgar, of the locations round the world. It almost takes a war to fix things firmly in the mind of folks who have never traveled. Who of us had ever heard of VietNam before that war.

Listeners, that is why it is so marvelous to have other countries represented here on WA2K radio.

I only caught glimpses of the world at large in my roving. I haven't the cash, or I would emulate CI for a few years.

And I have the cash, but not the opportunity. My word, edgar and all, there is always a fulcrum in our lives. Perhaps that is the way that it should be.

Let us know your opinions, listeners.

Please Mr. Please
Olivia Newton-John

In the corner of the bar there stands a jukebox
With the best of country music, old and new
You can hear your five selections for a quarter
And somebody else's songs when yours are through

I got good Kentucky whiskey on the counter
And my friends around to help me ease the pain
'Til some button-pushing cowboy plays that love song
And here I am just missing you again

Please, Mr., please, don't play B-17
It was our song, it was his song, but it's over
Please, Mr., please, if you know what I mean
I don't ever wanna hear that song again

If I had a dime for every time I held you
Though you're far away, you've been so close to me
I could swear I'd be the richest girl in Nashville
Maybe even in the state of Tennessee

But I guess I'd better get myself together
'Cause when you left, you didn't leave too much behind
Just a note that said "I'm sorry" by your picture
And a song that's weighing heavy on my mind

Please, Mr., please, don't play B-17
It was our song, it was his song, but it's over
Please, Mr., please, if you know what I mean
I don't ever wanna hear that song again

dj, you are a wonder man. Isn't he listeners? Thanks, oh lyric lender.

Surf's up here in Florida, and I've been doing my own surfing, and came up with Pierce Pettis, who plays fantastic acoustic guitar and sings with a great set of pipes. Joan Baez even endorsed him.

Since it's Sunday, this seems like a great song to exemplify what he sings.



It is a legacy, it was handed down to me
Of a poor dirt farmer and a skinny mule
He parts the red clay like it was the red sea
It is a legacy to both me and you
You are a black man
I am a white man
We both come from the Southland
Both doing the best we can
Where the grim reaper was my brother's keeper
The way my brother was kept
Small wonder Jesus wept

It is a legacy passed down to you and me
What we're taught to believe
We never question these things
It is a legacy, a wild and a bitter seed
Blown across these fertile fields
Where the roots run deep

We both got calloused hands
Blue-collar working men down here in Bubbaland
What's in a name
Both living rent to rent, some on the government
We are quite different -- we are the same

It is a legacy passed down to you and me
What we learn to believe
We never question these things
It is a legacy, a wild and a bitter seed
Blown across these fertile fields
Where the roots run deep

Sundays we congregate
Praise Jesus, pass the plate
Sitting in our Sunday best
Singing hymns and mopping sweat
We learned the golden rule in separate Sunday schools
In a house long divided against itself

And it is a legacy passed down to you and me
What we choose to believe
We dare not question these things
It is a legacy, it's a wild and a bitter seed
Scattered on these fertile fields



--Pierce Pettis

some house songs

Our House
Crosby, Stills, Nash (and Young)

I'll light the fire
You place the flowers in the vase
That you bought today

Staring at the fire
For hours and hours
While I listen to you
Play your love songs
All night long for me
Only for me

Come to me now
And rest your head for just five minutes
Everything is done
Such a cosy room
The windows are illuminated
By the evening sunshine through them
Fiery gems for you
Only for you

Our house is a very, very, very fine house
With two cats in the yard
Life used to be so hard
Now everything is easy
'Cause of you
And our la,la,la, la,la, etc.

Our house is a very, very, very fine house
With two cats in the yard
Life used to be so hard
Now everything is easy
'Cause of you
And our

I'll light the fire
While you place the flowers in the vase
That you bought today

Pink Houses
John Mellencamp

There's a black man with a black cat livin' in a black neighborhood
He's got an interstate runnin' through his front yard
You know he thinks that he's got it so good
And there's a woman in the kitchen cleanin' up the evenin' slop
And he looks at her and says, "Hey darlin', I can remember when
you could stop a clock."

CHORUS:
Oh but ain't that America for you and me
Ain't that America somethin' to see baby
Ain't that America home of the free
Little pink houses for you and me

There's a young man in a t-shirt
Listenin' to a rockin' rollin' station
He's got greasy hair, greasy smile
He says, "Lord this must be my destination."
'Cause they told me when I was younger
"Boy you're gonna be president."
But just like everything else those old crazy dreams
Just kinda came and went

CHORUS

Well there's people and more people
What do they know know know
Go to work in some high rise
And vacation down at the Gulf of Mexico
Ooh yeah
And there's winners and there's losers
But they ain't no big deal
'Cause the simple man baby pays for the thrills, the bills,
the pills that kill

CHORUS


Burning Down The House
Talking Heads

Watch out you might get what you're after
Cool babies strange but not a stranger
I'm an ordinary guy
Burning down the house

Hold tight wait 'til the party's over
Hold tight we're in for nasty weather
There has got to be a way
Burning down the house

Here's your ticket pack your bag; time for jumpin' overboard
Transportation is here
Close enough but not too far, maybe you know where you are
Fightin' fire with fire

All wet hey you might need a raincoat
Shakedown dreams walking in broad daylight
Three hundred sixty five degrees
Burning down the house

It was once upon a place sometimes I listen to myself
Gonna come in first place
People on their way to work say baby what did you expect
Gonna burst into flame
Go ahead

My house S'out of the ordinary
That's right Don't want to hurt nobody
Some things sure can sweep me off my feet
Burning down the house

No visible means of support and you have not seen nothing yet
Everything's stuck together
I don't know what you expect staring into the TV set
Fighting fire with fire

Burning down the house
Burning down the house
Burning down the house


No Thugs In Our House
A musical in three acts by XTC
Cast of characters

GRAHAM, a teenager
MOTHER, a busy housewife
FATHER, a conservative husband
POLICEMAN, a young constable

SCENE: A kitchen in suburbia, one bright Saturday morning

ACT ONE

Narrator:
The insect-headed worker-wife will hang her waspies on the line.
Her husband burns his paper,
sucks his pipe while studying their cushion-floor,
his viscous poly-paste breath comes out.
Their wall-paper world is shattered by his shout.
A boy in blue is busy banging out a headache on the kitchen door.

All the while
Graham slept on,
dreaming of a world
where he could do
just what he wanted to.

Mother and Father (in unison):
No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear,
we made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy.
No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear,
we made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy.

ACT TWO

Narrator:
The young policeman who just can't grow a moustache, will open up his book,
and spoil their breakfast with reports of Asians who
have been so badly kicked.

Policeman:
Is this your son's wallet I've got here?
He must have dropped it after too much beer!

Mother:
Oh, officer, we can't believe our little angel is the one you've picked.

Narrator:
And all the while Graham slept on, dreaming of a world
where he could do just what he wanted to.

Mother and Father (in unison):
No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear,
we made little Graham promise us he'd be a good
boy.
No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear,
we made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy.

Narrator:
They never read those pamphlets in his bottom drawer.

Policeman:
They never read that tattoo on his arm.

Narrator:
They thought that was just a boys club badge he wore.

Policeman:
They never thought he'd do folks any harm.

ACT THREE

Narrator:
The insect-headed worker-wife will hang her waspies on the line.
She's singing something stale and simple now this business has fizzled out.
Her little tune is such a happy song.
Her son is
innocent, he can't do wrong, '
cos Dad's a judge and knows exactly what the job of judging's all about.

And all the while Graham slept on,
dreaming of a world
where he could do
just what he wanted to.

Mother and Father (in unison):
No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear,
we made little Graham promise us he'd be a good
boy.
No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear,
we made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy.

Mother:
No thugs in our house!

Father:
No thugs in our house!

Complete cast (in unison):
No thugs in our house, dear!


House Of The Rising Sun
The Animals

There is a house down in New Orleans
They call the Risin' Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl
And me, oh God, I'm a-one

My mother was a tailor
She sewed these new blue jeans
My sweetheart was a gambler, Lord
Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk

He fills his glasses up to the brim
And he'll pass the cards around
And the only pleasure he gets out of life
Is ramblin' from town to town

Oh tell my baby sister
Not to do what I have done
But shun that house in New Orleans
They call the Risin' Sun

Well, it's one foot on the platform
And the other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

I'm a-goin' back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
I'm goin' back to end my life
Down in the Risin' Sun

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Risin' Sun
It's been the ruin of many poor girl
And me, oh God, I'm a-one


Our House
Madness

Father wears his Sunday best
Mother's tired she needs a rest
The kids are playing up downstairs
Sister's sighing in her sleep
Brother's got a date to keep
He can't hang around

Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our ...

Our house it has a crowd
There's always something happening
And it's usually quite loud
Our mum she's so house-proud
Nothing ever slows her down
And a mess is not allowed

Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our ...

Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our ...
Something tells you that you've got to get away from it

Father gets up late for work
Mother has to iron his shirt
Then she sends the kids to school
Sees them off with a small kiss
She's the one they're going to miss
In lots of ways

Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our ...

I remember way back then when everything was true and when
We would have such a very good time such a fine time
Such a happy time
And I remember how we'd play simply waste the day away
Then we'd say nothing would come between us two dreamers

Father wears his Sunday best
Mother's tired she needs a rest
The kids are playing up downstairs
Sister's sighing in her sleep
Brother's got a date to keep
He can't hang around

Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our street

Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our ...

Our house, was our castle and our keep
Our house, in the middle of our street

Our house, that was where we used to sleep
Our house, in the middle of our street

Our house, in the middle of our street

I was just reading in Sunday Parade mag that Richard Widmark is still active at age 90. In fact, he re-wed in 1997 after losing his wife to alzheimers.

ah, dj. I know two of your house songs, The House of the Rising Sun (which turns out to be a real place in Louisiana, I think) and Our House. Thanks, buddy.

edgar, that is unbelievable. Good for Richard!

He opened the door and left it ajar,
Now old man Richard is high on a star.

I was following the thread on "Are you popular/unpopular" and wondered what in the world happened to all that stuff we counted so dear as young people.

If I were Camilla and Charles, I think I'd go to Bermuda and live where the former George did.

Down in Bermuda,
Paradise for two,
I lost my lover,
There is the blue.

Wow! what memories. I think the one thing that made me popular in Jr. high was being able to sing and write stuff.

Well it was love, love alone
Caused King Edward to leave his throne,
It was love, love, love, love, love alone
Caused King Edward to leave his throne

On the 10th of December we heard the talk
He gave his throne to the duke of York
It was love, love, love, love, love alone
Caused King Edward to leave his throne

King Edward was noble, King Edward was great
It was love that caused him to abdicate
It was love, love, love, love, love alone
Caused King Edward to leave his throne

He said he was sorry that his mammy would grieve
He cannot help it he would have to leave
It was love, love, love, love, love alone
Caused King Edward to leave his throne

You can take his cow you can take his goat
Leave him with his Yachting boat
It was love, love, love, love, love alone
Caused King Edward to leave his throne

You can take his money you can take his store
But give him that lady from Baltimore
It was love, love, love, love, love alone
Caused King Edward to leave his throne

I don't know what miss Simpson got in her bone
That caused the king to leave his throne
It was love, love, love, love, love alone
Caused King Edward to leave his throne

On the 10th of December 1936
The duke of Windsor went to get his kicks
It was love, love, love, love, love alone
Caused King Edward to leave his throne
It was love, love, love, love, love alone

Oh, my Gawd, edgar. Where in the world did you come up with that one?

Folks, if you want to book a history party and have the appropriate songs just see our dj and edgar and have us sing along.

Well, to complement Raggedy's celebs, lets take a peak at the box office hits:








Sunday April 17 12:36 PM ET


"The Amityville Horror" returned from the dead with a vengeance, with the gory update of the 1970s fright flick taking in $23.3 million to top the weekend box office.

The previous weekend's No. 1 movie, the African desert adventure "Sahara," slipped to second place with $13.1 million, lifting its 10-day total to $36.4 million, according to studio estimates Sunday.

"The Amityville Horror" stars Ryan Reynolds and Melissa George as a couple tormented by visions and voices in their new home, the scene of a grisly mass murder a year earlier.



The movie is the latest in a parade of successful horror remakes. With a built-in audience looking for scares and a string of hits such as "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre" "The Grudge" and "Dawn of the Dead," horror movies have become almost a sure-thing in Hollywood.

Horror movies also typically cost far less than other big studio films, whose average budgets top $60 million. "The Amityville Horror" grossed more than its $19 million budget in just the first weekend.

"The Amityville Horror" received mostly bad reviews, yet the under-25 crowd that makes up the genre's core audience rarely heeds the critics.

"The only reviews that count are the public's reviews," said Erik Lomis, head of distribution for MGM, which released "The Amityville Horror."

In limited release, David Duchovny's directing debut, "House of D," opened strongly with $30,000 in two theaters. The coming-of-age tale features Duchovny, wife Tea Leoni, Robin Williams and Erykah Badu.

Todd Solondz's "Palindromes," featuring Jennifer Jason Leigh and seven others playing the same character in a series of vignettes, debuted well with $61,434 in seven theaters.

With overall revenues down for the eighth-straight weekend, Hollywood is limping into its busy summer season. The top 12 movies took in $73.9 million, off 13 percent from the same weekend last year.

"This is a major slump," said Paul Dergarabedian, president of box-office tracker Exhibitor Relations. "I think the industry is holding its collective breath for the turnaround. What is going to be the movie that reverses this down trend? Thankfully, summer looks really good."

Sydney Pollack's United Nations thriller "The Interpreter," starring Nicole Kidman and Sean Penn, and the Ashton Kutcher-Amanda Peet romantic comedy "A Lot Like Love," open Friday as summer lead-ins.

Next week brings the action follow-up "XXX: State of the Union," starring Ice Cube, and the science-fiction romp "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy"

May could get Hollywood back on track, with "Star Wars: Episode III Revenge of the Sith" as the industry's centerpiece for early summer.

Other big May releases include Adam Sandler's football tale "The Longest Yard," Will Ferrell's soccer comedy "Kicking & Screaming," Ridley Scott's Crusades epic "Kingdom of Heaven," the animated adventure "Madagascar," the horror remake "House of Wax" and Jennifer Lopez and Jane Fonda's comedy "Monster-in-Law."

Estimated ticket sales for Friday through Sunday at North American theaters, according to Exhibitor Relations Co. Inc. Final figures will be released Monday.

Nothing new, listeners, so they just redo the old.

everything old is new again

speaking of which, it's really hard to convey the idea of a cover song in print, so here are some songs with cover in the title


Cover Of The Rolling Stone lyrics
Dr. Hook & The Medicine Show

Ha, ha, ha, I don't believe it
Da, da, ah, ooh, don't touch me
Hey, Ray!
Hey, Sugar!
Tell them who we are .....
Well, we're big rock singers
We've got golden fingers
And we're loved everywhere we go (that sounds like us)
We sing about beauty and we sing about truth
For ten-thousand dollars a show (right)
We take all kinds of pills that give us all kind of thrills
But the thrill we've never known
Is the thrill that'll get ya when you get your picture
On the cover of the Rolling Stone

(Rolling Stone) Wanna see my picture on the cover
(Stone)Wanna buy five copies for my mother (yeah)
(Stone)Wanna see my smilin' face
On the cover of the Rolling Stone (that's a very, very, good idea)

I got a freaky ole lady name a cocaine Katy
Who embroideries on my jeans
I got my poor old grey haired daddy
Drivin' my limosine
Now, it's all designed to blow our minds
But our minds won't really be blown
Like the blow that'll get ya when you get your picture
On the cover of the Rolling Stone

(Rolling Stone) Wanna see our pictures on the cover
(Stone) Wanna buy five copies for our mothers (yeah)
(Stone) Wanna see my smilin' face
On the cover of the Rolling Stone
(Hey, I know how, rock and roll!!)
[Freaky Guitar Break]
(Ah, that's beautiful)

We got a lot of little teenage blue-eyed groupies
Who do anything we say
We got a genuine Indian Guru
Who's teaching us a better way
We got all the friends that money can buy
So we never have to be alone
And we keep getting richer but we can't get our picture
On the cover of the Rolling Stone

(Rolling Stone) Wanna see my picture on the cover
(Stone) Wanna buy five copies for my mother (I want one!)
(Stone) Wanna see my smilin' face
On the cover of the Rolling Stone
On the cover of the Rolling Stone
(Man, I don't know why we ain't on the cover, Baby)
(We're beautiful people)
(I ain't kiddin', why, we would make a beautiful cover
(Fresh shot, right up front, man)
(I can see it now, we'll be up on the front)
(Smilin', man ...... ahh, beautiful!)


Undercover Of The Night
The Rolling Stones

Hear the screams of Center 42
Loud enough to bust your brains out
The opposition's tongue is cut in two
Keep off the street 'cause you're in danger

One hundred thousand disparus
Lost in the jails in South America
Cuddle up baby
Cuddle up tight
Cuddle up baby
Keep it all out of sight
Undercover
Keep it all out of sight
Undercover of the night

The sex police are out there on the streets
Make sure the pass laws are not broken
The race militia has got itchy fingers
All the way from New York back to Africa

Cuddle up baby
Keep it all out of sight
Cuddle up baby
Sleep with all out of sight
Cuddle up baby
Keep it all out of sight
Undercover
Undercover
Undercover
Keep it all out of sight
Undercover of the night

All the young men they've been rounded up
And sent to camps back in the jungle
And people whisper people double-talk
And once proud fathers act so humble
All the young girls they have got the blues
They're heading on back to Center 42

Keep it undercover
Keep it all out of sight
Keep it undercover
Keep it all out of sight
Undercover
Keep it all out of sight
Undercover
Keep it all out of sight
Undercover of the night

Down in the bars the girls are painted blue
Done up in lace, done up in rubber
The John's are jerky little G.I. Joe's
On R&R from Cuba and Russia
The smell of sex, the smell of suicide
All these things I can't keep inside

Undercover
Keep it all out of sight
Undercover of the night

Undercover of the night
Undercover of the night

Undercover
Undercover
Undercover of the night


Cover Me
Bruce Springsteen

The times are tough now, just getting tougher
This old world is rough, it's just getting rougher
Cover me, come on baby, cover me
Well I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me
Promise me baby you won't let them find us
Hold me in your arms, let's let our love blind us
Cover me, shut the door and cover me
Well I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me

Outside's the rain, the driving snow
I can hear the wild wind blowing
Turn out the light, bolt the door
I ain't going out there no more

This whole world is out there just trying to score
I've seen enough I don't want to see any more,
Cover me, come on and cover me
I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me

Lettybettyhettygetty, Charles III may just be the straw that breaks the monarchical back in Merry Olde . . . they may have a republic out of this, if their tenacious abhorence of change doesn't win out . . .