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Just saw Superman again which has one of the best qoutes ever in films. Superman's first public appearance saving Lois. She's dangling from a helicopter about to fall from a skyscraper when Superman grabs her and the helicopter and tells her not to worry he's got her. She responds You've got me? Who's got you? Later in the film he takes her for a flight during which this song is played.

CAN YOU READ MY MIND

Maureen McGovern

(from "Superman")

Can you read my mind?

Do you know what it is you do to me?

Don't know who you are

Just a friend from another star

Here I am, like a kid at the school

Holding hands with a god or a fool

Will you look at me, quivering,

Like a little girl, shivering,

You can see right through me.

Can you read my mind?

Can you picture the things I'm thinking of?

Wondering why you are

All the wonderful things you are.

You can fly - You belong to the sky

You and I could belong to each other.

If you need a friend,

I'm the one to fly too

If you need - to be loved -

Here I am, Read my mind!

Bob, what a lovely and sad reminder. Christopher Reeves and Margot Kidder.

This has been an eerie day. Perhaps it has to do with May:

Waltz Me Around Again, Willie"
Lyrics by Will D. COBB, ca. 1906
Music by Ben SHIELDS, ca. 1906
Willie Fitzgibbons, who used to sell ribbons,

And stood up all day on his feet,
Grew very spooney on Madeline Mooney,

Who'd rather be dancing than eat.
Each evening she'd tag him, to some dance hall drag him,

And when the band started to play,
She'd up like a silly and grab tired Willie,

Steer him on the floor and she'd say,
"Waltz me around again, Willie, around, around, around;

The music is dreamy, it's peaches and creamy,

Oh! don't let my feet touch the ground.

I feel like a ship on an ocean of joy;

I just want to holler out loud, "Ship Ahoy!"
Oh! waltz me around again, Willie, around, around, around."
Willie De Vere was a dry goods cashier,

At his desk he would sit all the day,
Till his doctor advised him to start exercising,

Or else he would soon fade away.
One night this poor looney met Madeline Mooney,

Fitzgibbons then shouted with joy,
"She's a good health regainer, you've got a great trainer,

Just wait till she hollers, my boy."
"Waltz me around again, Willie, around, around, around;

The music is dreamy, it's peaches and creamy,

Oh! don't let my feet touch the ground.

I feel like a ship on an ocean of joy;

I just want to holler out loud, "Ship Ahoy!"
Oh! waltz me around again, Willie, around, around, around."

Thanks for that song, Bob.

CAN YOU READ MY MIND"
Music by John Williams
Lyrics by Leslie Bricusse
Performed by Margot Kidder

I love that soundtrack.

Letty: I had never heard "Waltz Me Around Again, Willie" and I thought I had heard them all.

Don't ask me from whence surfaced that song, Raggedy. The archives of my mind, perhaps.

Incidentally, in Australia and England, "Willie" has an entirely different connotation.

For edgar, a little quote from Ogden Nash:

(Men) who wear spectacles
Quite often get their neck tickled.

That was in response to Dorothy Parker's:
Men never make passes at girls who wear glasses.

James Thurber is fantastic as well.

The Unicorn in the Garden


By James Thurber

Once upon a sunny morning a man who sat in a breakfast nook looked up from his scrambled eggs to see a white unicorn with a golden horn quietly cropping the roses in the garden. The man went up to the bedroom where his wife was still asleep and woke her. "There's a unicorn in the garden," he said. "Eating roses." She opened one unfriendly eye and looked at him. "The unicorn is a mythical beast," she said, and turned her back on him. The man walked slowly downstairs and out into the garden. The unicorn was still there; he was now browsing among the tulips. "Here, unicorn," said the man and pulled up a lily and gave it to him. The unicorn ate it gravely. With a high heart, because there was a unicorn in his garden, the man went upstairs and roused his wife again. "The unicorn," he said, "ate a lily." His wife sat up in bed and looked at him, coldly. "You are a booby," she said, "and I am going to have you put in a booby-hatch." The man, who never liked the words "booby" and "booby-hatch," and who liked them even less on a shining morning when there was a unicorn in the garden, thought for a moment. "We'll see about that," he said. He walked over to the door. "He has a golden horn in the middle of his forehead," he told her. Then he went back to the garden to watch the unicorn; but the unicorn had gone away. The man sat among the roses and went to sleep.

And as soon as the husband had gone out of the house, the wife got up and dressed as fast as she could. She was very excited and there was a gloat in her eye. She telephoned the police and she telephoned the psychiatrist; she told them to hurry to her house and bring a strait-jacket. When the police and the psychiatrist looked at her with great interest. "My husband," she said, "saw a unicorn this morning." The police looked at the psychiatrist and the psychiatrist looked at the police. "He told me it ate a lily," she said. The psychiatrist looked at the police and the police looked at the psychiatrist. "He told me it had a golden horn in the middle of its forehead," she said. At a solemn signal from the signal from the psychiatrist, the police leaped from their chairs and seized the wife. They had a hard time subduing her, for she put up a terrific struggle, but they finally subdued her. Just as they got her into the strait-jacket, the husband came back into the house.

"Did you tell your wife you saw a unicorn?" asked the police. "Of course not," said the husband. "The unicorn is a mythical beast." "That's all I wanted to know," said the psychiatrist. "Take her away. I'm sorry, sir, but your wife is as crazy as a jay bird." So they took her away, cursing and screaming, and shut her up in an institution. The husband lived happily ever after.

Moral: Don't count your boobies until they are hatched.

* * * * *

Poppin in to say hi and congratulate Letty on the 500th page at WA2K. This thread is always interesting...I just wish I had more time to wallow in it.

Good to see you, panz. I wish you had more time as well. We miss you here, especially your music.

We can't sing and we ain't funny,
Listen to us, won't you honey.
This old station needs the money. :wink:

For Panz:

SETTIN' THE WOODS ON FIRE

Written by Ed Nelson and Fred Rose.
Recorded by Hank Williams, June 13, 1952

(C) Comb your hair and paint and powder, (C7)
(F)You act proud and I'll act prouder,
(G) You sing loud and I'll sing louder,
Tonight we're settin' the woods on (C) fire,
You're my gal and I'm your feller, (C7)
(F)-Dress up in your frock of yeller,
(G7) I'll look swell, but you'll look sweller,
Settin' the woods on (C) fire. (C7)

First chorus:

We'll (F) take in all the honkey tonks,
To - (C) night we're havin' fun,
We'll (D7) show the folks a brand new dance,
That (G7) nev - (stop playing) er has been done,
(C) I don't care who thinks we're silly, (C7)
(F) You be Daffy and I'll be Dilly,
We'll (G7) order up two bowls of chili,
Settin' the woods on (C) fire.

Verse 2:

(C) I'll gas up my hot rod stoker, (C7)
(F) We'll get hotter than a poker,
(G7) You'll be broke, but I'll be broker,
Tonight we're settin' the woods on (C) fire,
We'll set close to one another, (C7)
(F) Up one street and down the other,
(G7) We'll have a time oh brother,
Settin' the woods on (C) fire. (C7)

Second chorus:

We'll (F) put aside a little time,
To (C) fix a flat or two,
My (D7) tires and tubes are doing fine,
But the (G7) air (stop playing) is showin' through,
(C) You clap hands and I'll start bowin', (C7)
(F) We'll do all the law's allowin',
To - (G7) morrow I'll be right back plowin',
Settin the woods on (C) fire.

Panzade, you old hoss thief. Where ya been? We miss you.

An artist who is always somewhere on the scene, but who never seems to garner any important awards, is Johnny Mathis. Sure, I've heard a few tales about his personal life, but what's that got to do with good recordings?

It's Not For Me To Say
Words by Al Stillman and Music by Robert Allen

# 5 in 1957
From the film "Lizzie" starring Richard Boone, Eleanor Parker, Joan Blondell and
Marion Ross.

It's not for me to say you love me
It's not for me to say you'll always care
Oh, but here for the moment I can hold you fast
And press your lips to mine
And dream that love will last

As far as I can see this is heaven
And speaking just for me, it's ours to share
Perhaps the glow of love will grow with every passing day
Or we may never meet again
But then, it's not for me to say

And speaking just for me, it's ours to share
Perhaps the glow of love will grow with every passing day
Or we may never meet again
But then, it's not for me to say






The Twelfth Of Never
(Written by Paul Francis Webster and Jerry Livingston)

# 9 in 1957
The melody of this song was taken from the 16th-century English folk song "The Riddle Song"

You ask me how much I need you, must I explain?
I need you, oh my darling, like roses need rain
You ask how long I'll love you, I'll tell you true
Until the Twelfth of Never, I'll still be loving you

Hold me close, never let me go
Hold me close, melt my heart like April snow

I'll love you 'til the bluebells forget to bloom
I'll love you 'til the clover has lost its perfume
I'll love you 'til the poets run out of rhyme
Until the Twelfth of Never and that's a long, long time

Until the Twelfth of Never and that's a long, long time




Wonderful! Wonderful!


# 14 in 1957
-Words by Ben Raleigh and Music by Sherman Edwards

Sometimes we walk hand in hand by the sea
And we breathe in the cool salty air
You turn to me with a kiss in your eyes
And my heart feels a thrill beyond compare
Then your lips cling to mine
It's wonderful, wonderful
Oh, so wonderful, my love

Sometimes we stand on the top of a hill
And we gaze at the earth and the sky
I turn to you and you melt in my arms
There we are, darling, only you and I
What a moment to share
It's wonderful, wonderful
Oh, so wonderful, my love

The world is full of wond'rous things it's true
But they wouldn't have much meaning without you

Some quiet ev'ning I sit by your side
And we're lost in a world of our own
I feel the glow of your unspoken love
I'm aware of the treasure that I own
And I say to myself
"It's wonderful, wonderful"
"Oh, so wonderful, my love"

And I say to myself
"It's wonderful, wonderful"
"Oh, so wonderful, my love"

Lovely lyrics, all of them, edgar. It seems to me that I recall Johnny Mathis having been one of the few vocalist of his time who made one million dollars because of his honest and shrewd manager, not certain about that, however.

And the original, edgar:

The Riddle Song
I gave my love a cherry
That had no stone
I gave my love a chicken
That had no bone
I told my love a story
That had no end
I gave my love a baby
With no crying.
How can there be a cherry
That has no stone?
And how can there be a chicken
That has no bone?
And how can there be a story
That has no end?
And how can there be a baby
With no crying?

A cherry when it's blooming
It has no stone
A chicken when it's piping
It has no bone
The story that I love you
It has no end
A baby when it's sleeping
It's no crying.

A Fox May Steal Your Hens, Sir



This tune was used in the comedy Love for Love by William Congreve (1670-1729) as A Soldier and A Sailor. The music was by John Eccles (1668-1735). John Gay wrote these words to the Eccles tune for The Beggar's Opera (1728).

The tune is sung by the fence Peachum, who has learned that his daughter Polly has wed the highwayman Macheath. He determines to turn Macheath in - to gain the reward and so that he can protect his daughter's dower.


A fox may steal your hens, Sir,
A Whore your health and Pence, Sir,
Your daughter rob your Chest, Sir,
Your Wife may steal your Rest, Sir,
A Thief your Goods and Plate,
A Thief your Goods and Plate.
But this is all but picking,
With Rest, Pence, Chest, and Chicken,
If ever was decreed, Sir,
If Lawyer's Hand is fee'd, Sir.
He steals your whole Estate,
He steals your whole Estate.

while we're reading minds, let's not forget canada's own gordon lightfoot

If you could read my mind love
What a tale my thoughts could tell
Just like an old time movie
'bout a ghost from a wishin' well
In a castle dark or a fortress strong
With chains upon my feet
You know that ghost is me
And I will never be set free
As long as I'm a ghost that you can't see
If I could read your mind love
What a tale your thoughts could tell
Just like a paperback novel
The kind that drugstores sell
When you reach the part where the heartaches come
The hero would be me
But heroes often fail
And you won't read that book again
Because the ending's just too hard to take

I'd walk away like a movie star
Who gets burned in a three way script
Enter number two
A movie queen to play the scene
Of bringing all the good things out in me
But for now love, let's be real
* I never thought I could act this way *
And I've got to say that I just don't get it
I don't know where we went wrong
But the feelin's gone
And I just can't get it back

If you could read my mind love
What a tale my thoughts could tell
Just like an old time movie
'bout a ghost from a wishin' well
In a castle dark or a fortress strong
With chains upon my feet
But stories always end
And if you read between the lines
You'll know that I'm just tryin' to understand
The feelin's that you lack
I never thought I could feel this way
And I've got to say that I just to get it
I don't know where we went wrong
But the feelin's gone
And I just can't get it back

Country Bumpkin
Cal Smith
Words and Music by Don Wayne

(Billboard # 1 in 1974)

He walked into the bar and parked his lanky frame upon a tall barstool
And with a long soft Southern drawl said
"I'll just have a glass of anything that's cool"
A barroom girl with hard and knowing eyes slowly looked him up and down
And she thought "I wonder how on earth
That country bumpkin found his way to town"

She said "Hello, country bumpkin"
"How's the frost out on the pumpkin?"
"I've seen some sights but, man, you're somethin'"
"Where'd ya come from, country bumpkin?"

It was just a short year later in a bed of joy-filled tears yet death-like pain
Into this wondrous world of many wonders one more wonder came
That same woman's face was wrapped up
In a raptured look of love and tenderness
As she marveled at the soft and warm and cuddly boy-child feeding at her breast

And she said "Hello, country bumpkin"
"Fresh as frost out on the pumpkin"
"I've seen some sights but, babe, you're somethin'"
"Mamma loves her country bumpkin"

Forty years of hard work later in a simple, quiet and peaceful country place
The heavy hand of time had not erased
The raptured wonder from the woman's face
She was lying on her deathbed knowing fully well her race was nearly run
But she softly smiled and looked into the sad eyes of her husband and her son

And she said "So long, country bumpkin"
"The frost is gone now from on the pumpkin"
"I've seen some sights and life's been somethin'"
"See you later, country bumpkin"

She said "So long, country bumpkin"
"The frost is gone now from on the pumpkin"

"I've seen some sights and life's been somethin'"

Bob, Amazing. I was just watching about Usher on People in the news, and that kid is good. He said he was influenced by Marvin Gaye, and you come up with John Gay's "Beggar's Opera" That MacHeath get around, does he not listeners? Neat song.

And there's our Canuck back again with Gordon Lightfoot. Those are great lyrics, cj. I have this mental picture....but, I won't go in to that.

edgar, funny lyrics. Reminds me of the poem "When the Frost is on the Pumpkin."

Usher, besides being like Poe's "fall of the house of..." dances like M.C. Hammer.



Oh no, no, no, no, no, oh baby

I'll make it right
Baby you know that I can make it right


Keep it on a cutie girl cause I'm really into you yeah
Tell me is there a way that i can spend some time with you
So much I wanna know about you
Seems like I can't do without you
You really turn me on you got it goin' on
Anything you ask i'll do for you
So baby don't you see
You mean the world to me
Just one thing I have to know
Baby can I make it right


Chorus


As I'm looking into your eyes all I see is you lovely face
And there's nothin' I like more than to show you I adore
The simple things that you do to me with the sweet little
Things you say
Baby when I kiss your lips it really brightens up my day
Oh Oh Oh
Anything you ask I'll do for you
You mean the world to me
Just one thing I have to know
Baby can I make it right


Chorus


So baby don't you see you mean the world to me
If you just swing my way
I'll make it right
So tell me where do we go from here
Oh yeah


There's nowhere that we can go
But take it nice and slow
Baby enjoy the flow
Lots of pleasures I can give
I've got it waitin' here
So put away your fears


Chorus

Hey, we be hoppin' here on WA2K, and I do hope that we get some more of our AWOL folks back.

i don't know why, but for some reason edgars song made me think of this jimmy buffet song

He Went to Paris
Jimmy Buffett

He went to Paris looking for answers
To questions that bothered him so
He was impressive, young and aggressive
Saving the world on his own.
But the warm Summer breezes
The French wines and cheeses
Put his ambition at bay
And Summers and Winters
Scattered like splinters
And four or five years slipped away.

Then he went to England, played the piano
And married an actress named Kim
They had a fine life, she was a good wife
Bore him a young son named Jim.
And all of the answers and all of the questions
He locked in his attic one day
'Cause he liked the quiet clean country living
And twenty more years slipped away.

Well the war took his baby, the bombs killed his lady
And left him with only on eye
His body was battered, his world was shattered
And all he could do was just cry.
While the tears were falling, he was recalling
The answers he never found
So he hopped on a freighter, skidded the ocean
And left England without a sound.

Now he lives in the islands, fishes the pilin's
And drinks his green label each day
He's writing his memoirs and losing his hearing
But he don't care what most people say.
Through eighty-six years of perpetual motion
If he likes you he'll smile then he'll say
Jimmy, some of it's magic, some of it's tragic
But I had a good life all the way.

And he went to Paris looking for answers
To questions that bother him so.

Which brings us to a Buffy Sainte-Marie composition, and a beautiful one.


La da da da da da
La da da da da da
Guess who I saw in Paris
Guess who I saw in Paris
Standing in the street with his thumbs hooked in his belt
Standing with his thumbs hooked in his belt
Standing in the street with his thumbs hooked in his belt
Looking all of seventeen

Guess who invited him up to her room
Guess who made him some tea
Guess who got spaced with him, played his guitar
Guess who fell asleep on his arm

Guess who got lost in his eyes
Guess who kissed him goodnight
Guess who phoned me up this morning while I was still asleep
Not like waking up at all

La da da da da da
Been dreaming of
La da da da da da
La da da da da da

well it's saturday night, and we all know what that means, COPS is on tv

or rather police are on the radio


Police And Thieves
The Clash

Police and thieves in the streets

Oh yeah!
Scaring the nation with their guns and ammunition
Police and thieves in the street
Oh yeah!
Fighting the nation with their guns and ammunition

From Genesis to Revelation
The next generation will be hear me
From Genesis to Revelation
The next generation will be hear me

And all the crowd comes in day by day
No one stop it in anyway
And all the peacemaker turn war officer
Hear what I say

Vocal ad lib

Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah
Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah
From Genesis oh yeah
Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah

Scaring, fighting the nation
Shooting, shooting their guns and ammunition

Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah
Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah
Here come, here come, here come
The station is bombed
Get out get out get out you people
If you don't wanna get blown up

Vocal ad lib


Police On My Back
Eddy Grant

Well I'm running police on my back
I've been hiding police on my back
There was a shooting police on my back
And the victim well he wont come back

What have I done?

I been running monday tuesday wednesday
Thursday friday saturday sunday runnin
monday tuesday wednesday thursday friday
Saturday sunday

Yes, I'm running down the railway track
Could you help me? Police on my back
They will catch me if I dare drop back
Wont you give me all the speed I lack



Who Are The Brain Police
Frank Zappa

Aahh ah ahahahaaa, aahh ah ahahahaaa
What will you do if we let you go home,
And the plastic's all melted,
And so is the chrome?
WHO ARE THE BRAIN POLICE?
Aahh ah ahahahaaa, aahh ah ahahahaaa
What will you do when the label comes off,
And the plastic's all melted,
And the chrome is too soft?
Aaahhh!
Think I'm very tired and I'm going to die
I think I'm going to die, I think I'm going to die
WHO ARE THE BRAIN POLICE?
Aahh ah ahahahaaa, aahh ah ahahahaaa
What will you do if the people you knew
Were the plastic that melted,
And the chromium too?
WHO ARE THE BRAIN POLICE?


Dream Police
Cheap Trick

The dream police, they live inside of my head.
The dream police, they come to me in my bed.
The dream police, they're coming to arrest me, oh no.

You know that talk is cheap, and those rumors ain't nice.
And when I fall asleep I don't think I'll survive the night, the night.

'Cause they're waiting for me.
They're looking for me.
Ev'ry single night they're driving me insane.
Those men inside my brain.

The dream police, they live inside of my head.
(Live inside of my head.)
The dream police, they come to me in my bed.
(Come to me in my bed.)
The dream police, they're coming to arrest me, oh no.

Well, I can't tell lies, 'cause they're listening to me.
And when I fall asleep, bet they're spying on me tonight, tonight.

'Cause they're waiting for me.
They're looking for me.
Ev'ry single night they're driving me insane.
Those men inside my brain.

I try to sleep, they're wide awake, they won't leave me alone.
They don't get paid to take vacations, or let me alone.
They spy on me, I try to hide, they won't let me alone.
They persecute me, they're the judge and jury all in one.

'Cause they're waiting for me.
They're looking for me.
Ev'ry single night they're driving me insane.
Those men inside my brain.

The dream police, they live inside of my head.
The dream police, they come to me in my bed.
The dream police, they're coming to arrest me.


Karma Police
Radiohead

Karma Police
Arrest this man
He talks in maths
He buzzeslikeafridge
He's like a detuned radio.

Karma Police, arrest this girl
Her Hitler hairdo
Is making me feel ill
And we have crashed her party

This is what you get
This is what you get
This is what you get..
when you mess with us.

Karma Police
I've given all I can
It's not enough
I've given all I can
But we're still on the payroll.

This is what you get
This is what you get
This is what you get..
when you mess with us.

For a minute there...
I lost myself.. I lost myself
Phew for a minute there,
I lost myself.. I lost myself


Message In A Bottle
The Police

Just a castaway, an island lost at sea, oh
Another lonely day, with no one here but me, oh
More loneliness than any man could bear
Rescue me before I fall into despair, oh

I'll send an S.O.S. to the world
I'll send an S.O.S. to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah

A year has passed since I wrote my note
But I should have known this right from the start
Only hope can keep me together
Love can mend your life but
Love can break your heart
I'll send an S.O.S. to the world
I'll send an S.O.S. to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah

Walked out this morning, don't believe what I saw
Hundred billion bottles washed up on the shore
Seems I'm not alone at being alone
Hundred billion castaways, looking for a home
I'll send an S.O.S. to the world
I'll send an S.O.S. to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah
Sending out at an S.O.S.
Sending out at an S.O.S.
Sending out at an S.O.S.
Sending out at an S.O.S.
Sending out at an S.O.S.
Sending out at an S.O.S...

In Houston, you want as much of Autumn as possible.

dj, fantastic. Do you mind if I cop a plea and confess that I have stuff that must be taken care of?

Bless you all, my friends.

Back later:

This is cyberspace, WA2K radio

Well, all, it's time for my goodnight song:

Since Mother's Day is approaching in the U.S. of A. I thought about what my mom used to sing to me:

Come grandma,
Come grandpa,
Ride in the baby's carriage.
Ride way down,
To Richmond town,
And get little Letty some candy.

Go to sleepy little baby,
When you wake you patty, patty cake,
And ride the shiny little ponies.

To all of you hear,
Goodnight.

From Letty with love.