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A bit more on Pete:

"As the 1980s became the 1990s, a changing America viewed Seeger more and more as a revered cultural icon rather than a dangerous revoultionary. The former dangerous communist radical received the Presidential Medal of Arts at the Kennedy Center in 1994 and was inducted into the Rock And Roll Hall Of Fame in 1996. He received his first Grammy for his 1997 album Pete, recorded for Paul Winter's Living Music label. "

Joan Baez sang Seeger's song, Where Have All the Flowers Gone" at the Kennedy Center Awards ceremony:

Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the flowers gone?
Girls have picked them every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

Where have all the young girls gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the young girls gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the young girls gone?
Taken husbands every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

Where have all the young men gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the young men gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the young men gone?
Gone for soldiers every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

Where have all the soldiers gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Gone to graveyards every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

Where have all the graveyards gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the graveyards gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the graveyards gone?
Covered with flowers every one
When will we ever learn?
When will we ever learn?

Well, listeners, shall I appoint a second? It seems that McTag has Francis waiting by his side to oversee the back to back thing. Or we could fence, but that's not my "stile". Bet not one of our listeners or staff knows what a stile is. Don't cheat now!



I've never cheated either, Taggers, so we could call it a draw or a stale, mate. Oh, my. I promised myself no more puns.

Raggedy, Where have all the flowers gone? Iraq is so barren.

<mes escaliers ont du style>

I would suspect that most of us would have to cheat on that one, Francis, as did I.

When I was a child, I used to play that I lived in a palace with a sweeping marble stairway, I even drew pictures about it.

More coincidences:

News item:

PARIS (AFP) - French President Jacques Chirac, buoyed by polls that show the 'yes' camp gaining ground ahead of the EU constitution referendum, appealed to skeptical left-leaning voters to support the text.



The constitution is "neither on the right nor the left", Chirac said in an interview with two journalists from state-owned France 2, his second live television appearance in defense of the treaty ahead of the May 29 referendum.

He called the text the "daughter of 1989", the year the Berlin Wall fell, and "especially the daughter of 1789", referring to the French Revolution, because it embraces "all the values of France".

Well, it's happy hour at the Letty household. Back later, folks.

We, as children, used to say:

"Would you rather run a mile, or jump a style, or eat a country pancake?"

And, having received the expected answer, we explained that a "country pancake" was a cow-pat!

Aren't children horrible?

Well, my word, McTag. You do know what a stile is.

Yes, Brit. Children can be horrible in an honest way.

I dreamed one night that I was sitting on a stile at night; watching the moon, and someone was with me. My oldest sister came out through the moonlit mists and told me to get back in the house. I don't recall the end of the dream, but I must have done what she asked because I always did.

Steps over a fence. I often wish that I was there in old Virginia, but that's another story.

Just a screwdriver tonight, folks. Nothing to write home about.

Almost heaven, west virginia
Blue ridge mountains, shenandoah river
Life is old there, older than the trees
Younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze

Country roads, take me home
To the place, I be-long
West virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads

All my mem'ries, gather 'round her
Miner's lady, stranger to blue water
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky
Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye

Country roads, take me home
To the place, I be-long
West virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads

I hear her voice, in the mornin' hours she calls to me
The radio reminds me of my home far a-way
And drivin' down the road I get a feeling'
That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday

Country roads, take me home
To the place, I be-long
West virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads

and what does a Lord know of West Virginia?<smile>

I think "almost heaven" is on the license plate of West Virginia cars, but John Denver made a few mistakes in those lyrics, ellpus.

Ladies and gentlemen of WA2K, we love all within our range. We understand almost all of the cultural aspects of each country.

I had an uncle name of Matthew was his father's only boy
Born just south of Colby Kansas he was his mother's pride and joy
Yes and joy was just a thing that he was raised on
Love was just a way to live and die
Gold was just a windy Kansas wheatfield
And blue was just the Kansas summer sky

All the stories that he told me back when I was just a lad
All the mem'ries that he gave me all the good times that he had
Growin' up a Kansas farm boy life is mostly having fun
Ridin' on his daddy's shoulders behind a mule beneath the sun
Yes and joy was just a thing...

Well I guess there were some hard times and I'm told some years were lean
They had a storm in '47 a twister came and stripped 'em clean
He lost the farm and lost his family he lost the wheat and lost his home
But he found the family bible a faith as solid as a stone
Yes and joy was just a thing...

And so he came to live at our house and he came to work the land
He came to ease my daddy's burden and he came to be my friend
And so I wrote this down for Matthew and it's for him this song is sung
Ridin' on his daddy's shoulders behind a mule beneath the sun
Yes and joy was just a thing...
Yes and joy was just a thing...

and now, folks, John Denver is riding on someone's shoulders--the shoulders of giants, perhaps?

Letty, when I was a boy, there was a railroad camp for a group of Pima Indians, just outside of Calwa, CA. Their settlement was surrounded by a high fence, and the only way in or out was the stair built up and over it. I've often pitied the person with heavy loads to bring in or out of a place like that.

King Of Birds
R.E.M.

A thumbnail sketch, a jeweler's stone
A mean idea to call my own
Old man don't lay so still you're not yet young
There's time to teach, point to point,
Point observation, children carry reservations
Standing on the shoulders of giants, leaves me cold, leaves me cold
A mean idea to call my own, a hundred million birds fly

Singer sing me a given, singer sing me a song
Standing on the shoulders of giants everybody's looking on
Old man don't lay so still you're not yet young,
There's time to teach, point to point,
Point observation, children carry reservations
Standing on the shoulders of giants leaves me cold
A mean idea to call my own, a hundred million birds fly away, away, away

I am king of all I see, my kingdom for a voice
Old man don't lay so still, you're not yet young
There's time to teach, point to point
Point observation, children carry reservations
Standing on the shoulders of giants, leaves me cold, leaves me cold
A mean idea to call my own, a hundred million birds fly away, away, away

Everybody hit the ground, everybody hit the ground
Everybody hit the ground, everybody hit the ground
Everybody hit the ground, everybody hit the ground
Everybody hit the ground, everybody hit the ground

edgar, I have often wondered about American Indians and their part in the world. Steps up and over would require a lot of good old seasoned lumber, no? A mighty heavy load to bear.

dj, "Singer sing me a given" That caught my eye. You have the most amazing store of info, Canada.

It is a given that creativity has no given except in debate, and that is always unanswered. Wonderful the songs of oxymoron, listeners.

some more r.e.m.

Hairshirt
R.E.M.

I am not the type of dog
That could keep you waiting
For no good reason
Run a carbon-black test on my jaw
And you will find it's all been said before

I can swing my megaphone and long arm the rest
It's easier and better
To just beat it from the chest
Of desire

I could walk into this room
And the waves of conversation are enough
To knock you down in the undertow
So alone, so alone in my life
Feed me banks of light
And hang your hairshirt on the lowest rung
It's a beautiful life
And I can hang my hairshirt
Away up high in the attic of the wrong dog's life chest
Or bury it at sea
All my life I've searched for this

Here I am, here I am in your life
It's a beautiful life
My life
It's a beautiful life
Your life


Country Feedback
R.E.M.

This flower is scorched
This film is on
On a maddening loop
These clothes
These clothes don't fit us right
I'm to blame
It's all the same
It's all the same

You come to me with a bone in your hand
You come to me with your hair curled tight
You come to me with positions
You come to me with excuses
Ducked out in a row
You wear me out
You wear me out

We've been through fake-a-breakdown
Self hurt
Plastics, collections
Self help, self pain,
EST, psychics, f**k all
I was central
I had control
I lost my head
I need this
I need this
A paper weight, junk garage
Winter rain, a honey pot
Crazy, all the lovers have been tagged
A hotline, a wanted add
It's crazy what you could've had
It's crazy what you could've had
It's crazy what you could've had
I need
I need this
It's crazy what you could've had
It's crazy what you could've had
I need
I need this
It's crazy what you could've had
It's crazy what you could've had
I need
I, I need this
It's crazy what you could've had
I need this
It's crazy what you could've had
It's crazy what you could've had
I need this
I, I need this
It's crazy what you could've had
It's crazy what you could've had


Nightswimming
R.E.M.

Nightswimming deserves a quiet night
The photograph on the dashboard, taken years ago,
Turned around backwards so the windshield shows
Every streetlight reveals the picture in reverse
Still, it's so much clearer
I forgot my shirt at the water's edge
The moon is low tonight

Nightswimming deserves a quiet night
I'm not sure all these people understand
It's not like years ago,
The fear of getting caught,
Of recklessness and water
They cannot see me naked
These things, they go away,
Replaced by everyday

Nightswimming, remembering that night
September's coming soon
I'm pining for the moon
And what if there were two
Side by side in orbit
Around the fairest sun?
That bright, tight forever drum
Could not describe nightswimming

You, I thought I knew you
You, I cannot judge
You, I thought you knew me,
This one laughing quietly underneath my breath
Nightswimming

The photograph reflects,
Every streetlight a reminder
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night, deserves a quiet night



Exhuming McCarthy
R.E.M.

You're beautiful more beautiful than me
You're honorable more honorable than me
Loyal to the Bank of America

(chorus 1)
It's a sign of the times
It's a sign of the times

(chorus 2)
You're sharpening stones, walking on coals
To improve your business acumen
Sharpening stones, walking on coals,
To improve your business acumen

Vested interest united ties, landed gentry rationalize
Look who bought the myth, by jingo, buy America

(repeat chorus 1)

(repeat chorus 2)

Enemy sighted, enemy met, I'm addressing the realpolitik
Look who bought the myth, by jingo, buy America

"Let us not assassinate this man further Senator,
You've done enough. Have you no sense of decency, sir?
At long last, have you left no sense of decency?"

We're sharpening stones, walking on coals
To improve your business acumen
Sharpening stones, walking on coals,
To improve your business acumen

Enemy sighted, enemy met, I'm addressing the realpolitik
You've seen start and you've seen quit
(I'm addressing the table of content)
I always thought of you as quick
Exhuming McCarthy
(Meet me at the book burning)
Exhuming McCarthy
(Meet me at the book burning)
Exhuming McCarthy
(Meet me at the book burning)
Exhuming McCarthy
(Meet me at the book burning)

Nightswimming and the hair shirt.

Songs that I have never heard but sense in the wellspring of water.

From whence cometh that term, hair shirt that so many like to wear? We all know that it means crying and enjoying it.

Perhaps from Jacob and Esau?One was arrayed in proper clothing,(whatever that is) the other in a shirt of hair.

Well, listeners, all I could think of when dj introduced me to R.E.M. was rapid eye movement.

How cold and clinical the observations of those who would interpret dreams in such a way.

Death of a Red Wolf

A story I found on the web, it's very interesting and has a strong spiritual effect. No one knows who wrote it so it can't be credited





Although Cooper was a strong hiker, he suddenly grew very tired. As he rested on a large boulder, the stars shining brightly in the night sky flickered and dimmed, and the creek flowing loudly... grew quiet. Cooper was wondering about these strange happenings, when he heard something on the trail. He focused on the direction of the sound and began to worry that a bear might be approaching, for he had just seen fresh tracks.

As he strained to get a better view, his foot slipped and he fell. Opening his eyes, he saw an old man with copper-colored skin, dark brown eyes and long silver hair standing over him. The man helped him to his feet, and Cooper noticed that he was dressed in moccasins and deerskins.

The old man spoke first, "I am Chief Seattle of the Suquamish. Are you all right, Cooper?" "How did you know my name?" Cooper's voice rose in surprise. "The bear told me," said the chief. Chief Seattle helped Cooper to a boulder, and they both sat down.

Cooper looked around and noticed that the night had grown even darker and the creek quieter. Confused, he asked his companion, "Why are the stars so dim and the creek so quiet?" Chief Seattle's voice sounded tired, "The stars are dim because they draw light from the wolf. The creek runs quiet because it draws water from the wolf. And today the wolf died."

The old man drew a deep breath and continued, "Moments ago, the wind told me that the last wild red wolf was killed. My people believe that all things are connected. When the last wild wolf died, so did a part of each star, each creek and each person, even a part of you and me. That is why the night is dark and quiet, and why we are a little weaker.

"Many years ago when I was a boy, all stars were bright and all creeks flowed loudly with rushing water. But since then, many animals have become extinct. The passenger pigeon, the Carolina parakeet and the ivory-billed woodpecker are all gone. With the passing of each, the stars grew dimmer, the creeks ran quieter and I grew weaker."

Chief Seattle looked at the ground. Although the night was dark and strands of his silver hair partly hid his face, Cooper saw a tear run down his cheek. The chief rose and moved behind the boulder, and his voice encircled Cooper, "If people don't change their ways, soon all stars will disappear, all creeks will run dry and we will die from a great loneliness of spirit. For whatever happens to the beasts soon happens to us. All things on this planet are connected.

"Don't worry about finding your way home, the spirit of the wolf will guide you," the chief continued. "But before you leave, I must warn you that there is little time left to correct the mistakes of the past. You must work to restore animals like the wolf, or the world will die."

Cooper shook with fright and stared at the ground. A cool breeze rustled through the trees prompting him to look back. But Chief Seattle was gone.

And as the moon song and shadow creep across my face, I feel the call of the place of sleep.

Goodnight, my friends.

From Letty with love

As one of the few responsible adults at the station I feel I have to present the listeners with health tips. No. No. Don't touch the dial. You know this is for your own good. There are credos which will help you live a long and productive life.



The Rules of Chocolate.....

If you've got melted chocolate all over your hands, you're
eating it too slowly.

Chocolate covered raisins, cherries, orange slices &
strawberries all count as fruit, so eat as many as you want.

The problem: How to get 2 pounds of chocolate home from the
store in a hot car. The solution: Eat it in the parking lot.

Diet tip: Eat a chocolate bar before each meal. It'll take
the edge off your appetite and you'll eat less.

A nice box of chocolates can provide your total daily intake
of calories in one place. Isn't that handy?

If you can't eat all your chocolate, it will keep in the
freezer. But if you can't eat all your chocolate, what's
wrong with you?

If calories are an issue, store your chocolate on top of the
fridge. Calories are afraid of heights, and they will jump out
of the chocolate to protect themselves.

Money talks. Chocolate sings.

Chocolate has many preservatives. Preservatives make you look
younger.

Why is there no such organization as Chocoholics Anonymous?
Because no one wants to quit.

Put "eat chocolate" at the top of your list of things to do
today. That way, at least you'll get one thing done.

Chocolate is a health food. Chocolate is derived from cacao
beans. Bean = vegetable. Sugar is derived either from sugar
beets or cane, both vegetables. And, of course, the milk/cream
is dairy. So eat more chocolate to meet the dietary
requirements for daily vegetable intake.

Good morning listeners. For you travelers in Germany get ready to snuff those butts while driving. While driving? Yes, while driving. You gotta be kidding me. Would I kid you? All the time. Not this time. Looka this.

BERLIN (Reuters) - Several German lawmakers want to ban smoking while driving, saying it's hazardous.


"The dangers of causing an accident rise drastically when you smoke and drive," said Peter Danckert of the ruling Social Democrats. "I want a complete ban on smoking for drivers."

Danckert and Katherina Reiche of the opposition Christian Democrats told Germany's best-selling newspaper, Bild, they will push for legislation to outlaw smoking for drivers.

Reiche noted parliament had passed a law outlawing the use of cell phones for drivers.

"Cigarettes are just as much of a distraction as cell phones," she said. "We need a new law banning it with fines."

German motoring club ADAC spokesman Rainer Hillgaertner dismissed the idea, saying: "Eating chocolate bars, bananas or fish sandwiches while driving is also dangerous."

Anyone found my song yet? Here's another line:

"And when I get that lonesome feeling
And I'm miles away from home ..."

I need my coffee. Why don't you make some Bob? Come on, you've seen me try to operate without coffee. Well the Corner Cafe's not open yet so you'll have to tough it out. You're right. Something just occurred to me. There's a first. Shuddup. We don't recognize our Australian members enough. How about a song for them. They sing? Absolutely. Lemme check. Hey, you're right. This is for those wonderful down under folks.

Tie Me Kangaroo Down Sport

Rolf wrote this in 1957, inspired by Harry Belafonte's calypsos. The song was number 1 for about four weeks in Australia in 1960; this version was re-recorded in England in 1962. Apparently, the verse marked * caused offence (leading to the song being banned in Singapore), and was removed in later years.

(Harris) Ardmore & Beechwood Ltd / EMI (P) 1963
Arr. Johnnie Spence - Produced by George Martin

[Spoken:]
There's an old Australian stockman, lying, dying,
and he gets himself up on one elbow,
and he turns to his mates,
who are gathered 'round him and he says:

Watch me wallabys feed mate.
Watch me wallabys feed.
They're a dangerous breed mate.
So watch me wallabys feed.
Altogether now!

Tie me kangaroo down sport,
tie me kangaroo down.
Tie me kangaroo down sport,
tie me kangaroo down.

Keep me cockatoo cool, Curl,
keep me cockatoo cool.
Don't go acting the fool, Curl,
just keep me cockatoo cool.
Altogether now!

Take me koala back, Jack,
take me koala back.
He lives somewhere out on the track, Mac,
so take me koala back.
Altogether now!

Let me Abos go loose, Lou, *
let me Abos go loose.
They're of no further use, Lou,
so let me Abos go loose.
Altogether now!

Mind me platypus duck, Bill,
mind me platypus duck.
Don't let him go running amok, Bill,
mind me platypus duck.
Altogether now!

Play your digeridoo, Blue,
play your digeridoo.
Keep playing 'til I shoot thro' Blue,
play your digerydoo.
Altogether now!

Tan me hide when I'm dead, Fred,
tan me hide when I'm dead.
So we tanned his hide when he died Clyde,
(Spoken) And that's it hanging on the shed.
Altogether now!


Words and music by Rolf Harris

Good morning Mctag. Looks like I'm the only one shuffling around so far and I haven't a clue. I'm sure Letty will be along soon and she's really the brains of the outfit. By the way, don't tell her I said that or she'll get a swelled head. Mums the word.

McTag
I had to google it.

Well, I am surprised at you Yanks. Doris Day had a very big hit with that over here, way back when.
Songs of my childhood ....some things stick in your head.
I believe it's from Calamity Jane

All together now, another one

"Oh, the Deadwood Stage is a rollin' out over the plains....."


(that one's just for singing, not guessing!)

"...The driver's a-crackin' the whip, and a' snappin' the reins...."