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afternoon (and eve) radio kids.

thought i ought clarify the birthday thing...

yesterday was the culmination of an exercise in delayed gratification. some annoying do-gooder (you know who you are) found out when my real birthday was, and gifted me the tickets.

WAY in advance.

i don't do planning verra good, so i put 'em in my tool box and pretended they were not there.

til yesterday.

it was kinda fun sitting among the townsfolk listening to discussions about the bar association, and the local arts council as me and mr VW sat waiting for joe to come on. (these were class AAA seats)

after sleeping on it, this is my favorite tune.

last kiss
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b3m7f7HEMlU&feature=related



another story while i'm stealing bandwidth.

i got woke up early by a little old lady in need of a jump-start.

she got one when i opened the door...

(she knocks just like the guy that kills your power, and wearing boxers and a blanket my inner child ran to the door fearing being cold...)

i apologized, and came back out shortly looking less the zombie to start her car.

Afternoon, everybody. I went down the posts and read them all, and listened to much of the music. Don't feel inclined to comment over every one of them just now. Too many.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=--FwfK6pBro&feature=sub
Suffice to say, I've Been Loving You Too Long To Stop Now.

Let's see if I can do this. Hope so, folks.

Izzie, loved the Corrs and their Irish songs. (you may not be a psychic, but the Irish are fey.)

Also was stunned by the reference to Angela and Mrs. Potts in the animated story of Beauty and the Beast. That woman is amazing. The original version of The Manchurian Candidate was far better than the remake.

Missed JPB's tomorrow song. Love that Voodoo, gal.

Hey, Rockymoose. Your personal anecdote and explanation of the birthday thing, was both funny and understandable. Can just picture you greeting that old lady.

edgar, Love that song, I've Been Loving you too Long. Don't know the lady, however.

Speaking of Voodoo.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bejmPkV_GLg&feature=related

hey miss letty. good to have you back.

my former dishwasher just called, and wants to come over and work around the shop this afternoon, so ima find some stuff to move and clean.

he hadda quit cuz of his grades, but we weren't finished with the things we were talkin' 'bout.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4yf2WP6K1gQ&feature=related

I am a fan of sinead o'conner, letty. Nice song.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=seqkvCYlTz0
Love Calls You By Your Name
L Cohen

My word, folks. Our Mooseman plays a song by the cars and I was listening to Leonard call my name. Love it!

edgar, I don't think Leonard Cohen has ever done a bad song, just very different, and I love that deep voice of his.

You know that The Stanley Bros. invented the Stanley Steamer and tried it out on Daytona Beach. It became airbourne. I know that there's a song about that car, but I can only find the lyrics, folks. Have no idea who sang it.

Here's a funny song with visuals of classic cars.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QfAWzH7tXa4

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PyIo1M-Sp1g&feature=rec-HM-r2
Beep beep. Out a the way for Sam Cooke.

From Sam to Nat.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2FAW2MMI-AY

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pMICkWw75kE&feature=rec-HM-r2
Nat - never did a song poorly.
The Byrds had a number of great hits. Here is All I Really Want to Do

Byrds did a lot of Bob Dylan stuff, Texas. That one was great

How about some wailin' with Waylon.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xHst08DQiFs

I love you from the bottom, of my pencil case
I love you in the songs,
I write and sing

Love you because,
you put me in my rightful place
And I love the PRS cheques, that you bring

Cheap, never cheap
I'll sing you songs till you're asleep
When you've gone upstairs I'll creep
And write it all down

Oh Shirley, Oh Deborah, Oh Julie, Oh Jane
I wrote so many songs about you
I forget your name (I forget your name)
Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too
I forget your name
Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too
I forget your name

I love your from the bottom of my pencil case
I love the way you never ask me why
I love to write about each wrinkle on your face
And I love you till my fountain pen runs dry

Deep so deep,
the number one I hope to reap
Depends upon the tears you weep,
so cry, lovey cry, cry, cry, cry

Oh Cathy, Oh Alison, Oh Phillipa, Oh Sue
You made me so much money,
I wrote this song for you
Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too
I wrote this song for you
Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too
I wrote this song for you

The superfly guy that you're courting now
Used to be a super-swot
And the clothes he thinks look retro
Are more 'Land That Time Forgot'
And if he knows where he was standing
When J.F.K was shot
Chances are though time's passed him by
He's still standing within yards of that spot

So if your hangover feels like the dart board
Whilst the Christians hit bulls-eye
And paranoia that self-employer
Is following in heavy disguise

Off goes intelligence to join high tide
To drift with all the things we let go
Only tidal wave could possibly save
All we let go with the flow
Let go with the flow
Books we may have written, we don't know
Let go with the flow
Some enchanted city we wont go

He who used to float like a butterfly once
Is floating like a glorious moth
And the flygirls you hung around with then
Are lucky if they even take off
Dresses and skirts you thought were in
Everyone a dust-rag or dishcloth
Like every flat beer that they serve around here
We all start life as fabulous froth

So why do you work yourself that hard
When you don't even like the job?
Why do you hate the small-time thief
When it's your own time you'll always rob?

Off goes intelligence to join high tide
To drift with all the things we let go
Only tidal wave could possibly save
All we let go with the flow
Let go with the flow
Books we may have written, we don't know
Let go with the flow
Some enchanted city we wont go

I once had a friend who I loved from my heart
But I went on and left her 'fore I'd made a start
Now I'm moaning the blues like the rest of the charts
Take me back

So I'll cry with a limp
Just get by on a limb
Till these blue eyes of mine they are closed
So here's to an old fashioned peck on the cheek
And farewell my sweet Northern Rose

Give me one last love song
To bring you back, bring you back
Give me one last video, just dressed in black, dressed in black
Give him a chorus and that bit at the end
Where he wails on and on 'bout the loss of a friend
Let him scream loudly 'well this love could mend'
Let it die, let it die

Those bloody great ballads we hated at first
Well I bought them all, now I'm writing worse
Save us from baldness and saving the earth
Take me back

And I'll smile with a limp
And I'll love with a limp
Till the clouds disappear from above
And as the storm moves away all I can say
Is there's a towel on the door for your love

Give me one last love song
To bring you back, bring you back
Give me one last video, just dressed in black, dressed in black
Give him a chorus and that bit at the end
Where he wails on and on 'bout the loss of a friend
Let him scream loudly 'well this love could mend'
Let it die, let it die, let it die

Don't know what I'm doing here
I'll carry on regardless
Got enough money for one more beer
I'll carry on regardless

Good as gold, but stupid as mud
He'll carry on regardless
They'll bleed his heart 'til there's no more blood
But carry on regardless

Carry on with laugh
Carry on with cry
Carry on with brown under moonlit sky

I want my love, my joy, my laugh, my smile, my needs
Not in the star signs
Or the palm that she reads
I want my sun-drenched, wind-swept Ingrid Bergman kiss
Not in the next life
I want it in this
I want it in this

Got one note to last all week
I'll carry on regardless
The hill to happiness is far too steep
I'll carry on regardless

Dried his mouth in the Memphis sun
He carried on regardless
Tried to smile and he bit his tongue
But carry on regardless

Carry on with work
Carry on with love
Carry on with cheering
Anything above

I want my love, my joy, my laugh, my smile, my needs
Not in the star signs
Or the palm that she reads
I want my sun-drenched, wind-swept Ingrid Bergman kiss
Not in the next life
I'll have it in this
I'll have it in this

I don't want silver, I just want gold
Carry on regardless
Bronze is for the sick and the old
But carry on regardless

I want my love, my joy, my laugh, my smile, my needs
Not in the star signs
Or the palm that she reads
I want my sun-drenched, wind-swept Ingrid Bergman kiss
Not in the next life
I'll have it in this
I'll have it in this

If, if you choose that we will always lose
Well then I'll sail this ship alone
And if, if you decide to give him another try
Well then I'll sail this ship alone

Well they said if I wrote the perfect love song
You would take me back
Well I wrote it but I lost it
And now will you take me back anyway

Now if, if you insist that this is for the best
Well then I'll sail this ship alone
And if, if you swear that you no longer care
Well then I'll sail this ship alone

I'll sail this ship alone
Between the pain and the pleasure
I'll sail this ship alone
Amongst the sharks and the treasure
If you would rather go your way then go your way
I'll sail this ship alone

If, if you're afraid that I won't make the grade
Well then I'll sail this ship alone
And if, if you agree to him instead of me
Well then I'll sail this ship alone

Well they said if I wrote the perfect letter
That I would have a chance
Well I wrote it, and you burnt it
And now do I have a chance anyway

If, if you swear that you no longer care
Well then I'll sail this ship alone

I'll sail this ship alone
Between the pain and the pleasure
I'll sail this ship alone
Amongst the sharks and the treasure
If you would rather go your way then go your way
I'll sail this ship alone

Well they said if I burnt myself alive
That you'd come running back

quite possibly my favourite beautiful south song



Line One is the time
That you, you first stayed over at mine
And we drank our first bottle of wine
And we cried

Line Two we're away
And we both, we both had nowhere to stay
Well the bus-shelter's always OK
When you're young

Now you're older and I look at your face
Every wrinkle is so easy to place
And I only write them down just in case
That you die

Let's take a look at these crows feet, just look
Sitting on the prettiest eyes
Sixty 25th of Decembers
Fifty-nine 4th of Julys
Not through the age or the failure, children
Not through the hate or despise
Take a good look at these crows feet
Sitting on the prettiest eyes

Line Three I forget
But I think, I think it was our first ever bet
And the horse we backed was short of a leg
Never mind

Line Four in a park
And the things, the things that people do in the dark
I could hear the faintest beat of your heart
Then we did

Now you're older and I look at your face
Every wrinkle is so easy to place
And I only write them down just in case
You should die

Lets take a look at these crows feet, just look
Sitting on the prettiest eyes
Sixty 25th of Decembers
Fifty-nine 4th of Julys
You can't have too many good times, children
You can't have too many lines
Take a good look at these crows feet
Sitting on the prettiest eyes

Well my eyes look like a map of the town
And my teeth are either yellow or they're brown
But you'll never hear the crack of a frown
When you are here
You'll never hear the crack
Of a frown

dj, Welcome back. Love the Beautiful South, buddy. Song for Whoever was perfect, and the retro of Go with the Flow great!

Did you know that there is a new retro? It includes songs and styles of the seventies.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wyd7NrEm-YI

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9q19C220Vvo

wow, i'm digging this