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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Wed 4 May, 2005 05:04 pm
Solveig used to call me mon petit choux which is my little cabbage en Francais.
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Letty
 
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Reply Wed 4 May, 2005 05:35 pm
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djjd62
 
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Reply Wed 4 May, 2005 06:49 pm
The Man In The Iron Mask
Billy Bragg

When he drops you off, I will not say
Who was that who so quickly drove away...
The things you've done and the places you've been
When I open the door for you
I will not let them in...

As long as you come back to me
I will never ask
For you I will be
The man in the iron mask

You said you love me and it broke my heart
I was always your prisoner right from the start
The nights you spend without me
This house is like a dungeon
And you only return to torture me more

You must have your reasons
I will no ask -
For you I will be
The man in the iron mask
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Letty
 
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Reply Wed 4 May, 2005 07:15 pm
dj, We can always count on you to sing us a poem. That was perfect, Canada.

Frankly, listeners. I think our dj deserves a special dedication.

To dj, from America:

During the early 1900s, bush pilots were the lifeline that kept many northern communities alive during times of bad weather or illness. The spirit of the early Canadian aviators lives on today in those who travel into space.



In the soul of mankind
There has long been a fire
Over all other dreams
One burning desire
Break free from the earth
Like a slave from his chains
And be one with the wind and the rain

Loving the wind, lusting for space
The soul is at peace
In this magical place
The air is a mistress
No man can embrace
When in passing she kisses your face

Chorus:

You are such a dear, dj. Big group hugs from WA2K
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djjd62
 
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Reply Wed 4 May, 2005 07:35 pm
those intrepid souls are the real heros, i'm just a humble dj

and speaking of hero's

Superman
R.E.M.

I am, I am, I am Superman and I know what's happening
I am, I am, I am Superman and I can do anything

You don't really love that guy you make it with now do you
I know you don't love that guy cause I can see right through you

I am, I am, I am Superman and I know what's happening
I am, I am, I am Superman and I can do anything

If you go a million miles away I'll track you down girl
Trust me when I say I know the pathway to your heart

(Interlude)

If you go a million miles away I'll track you down girl
Trust me when I say I know the pathway to your heart

I am, I am, I am Superman and I know what's happening
I am, I am, I am Superman and I can do anything


Superman
Five for Fighting

I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
I'm just out to find
The better part of me

I'm more than a bird:I'm more than a plane
More than some pretty face beside a train
It's not easy to be me

Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home I'll never see

It may sound absurd:but don't be naive
Even Heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed:but won't you conceed
Even Heroes have the right to dream
It's not easy to be me

Up, up and away:away from me
It's all right:You can all sleep sound tonight
I'm not crazy:or anything:

I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
Men weren't meant to ride
With clouds between their knees

I'm only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me

It's not easy to be me.



Sunshine Superman
Donovan

Sunshine came softly through my a-window today
Could've tripped out easy a-but I've a-changed my ways
It'll take time, I know it but in a while
You're gonna be mine, I know it, we'll do it in style
'Cause I made my mind up you're going to be mine

I'll tell you right now
Any trick in the book now, baby, all that I can find
Everybody's hustlin' just to have a little scene
When I say we'll be cool I think that you know what I mean
We stood on a beach at sunset, do you remember when?
I know a beach where, baby, a-it never ends
When you've made your mind up forever to be mine

Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
I'll pick up your hand and slowly blow your little mind
'Cause I made my mind up you're going to be mine
I'll tell you right now
Any trick in the book now, baby, all that I can find

Superman or Green Lantern ain't got a-nothin' on me
I can make like a turtle and dive for your pearls in the sea, yeah!
A you-you-you can just sit there a-thinking on your velvet throne
'bout all the rainbows a-you can a-have for your own
When you've made your mind up forever to be mine
I'll pick up your hand and slowly blow your little mind
When you've made your mind up forever to be mine

I'll pick up your hand
I'll pick up your hand


Superman's Song
Crash Test Dummies

Tarzan wasn't a ladies' man
He'd just come along and scoop 'em up under his arm
Like that, quick as a cat in the jungle
But Clark Kent, now there was a real gent
He would not be caught sittin' around in no
Junglescape, dumb as an ape doing nothing

[Chorus:]
Superman never made any money
For saving the world from Solomon Grundy
And sometimes I despair the world will never see
Another man like him

Hey Bob, Supe had a straight job
Even though he could have smashed through any bank
In the United States, he had the strength, but he would not
Folks said his family were all dead
Their planet crumbled but Superman, he forced himself
To carry on, forget Krypton, and keep going

Tarzan was king of the jungle and Lord over all the apes
But he could hardly string together four words: "I Tarzan, You Jane."

Sometimes when Supe was stopping crimes
I'll bet that he was tempted to just quit and turn his back
On man, join Tarzan in the forest
But he stayed in the city, and kept on changing clothes
In dirty old phonebooths till his work was through
And nothing to do but go on home



So Long, Superman
Firewater

So long Superman
Got a suggestion for ya
Check for kryptonite before ya
Try to break a horse
Hey, ho, here we go now
Pulling onto the freeway
Just like any other weekday
Except there's no remorse
Cause I'm gone
And now nothing seems to matter
Traded in my silver platter
For an empty plastic tray
There was nothing left worth waiting for
The kids burned down the candy store
And I'm waiting for a train

So long, Superman
I'll light a candle for ya
Say a prayer when California
Falls into the sea
L.A. I never know ya
Goodbye, good riddance to ya
Go to hell and hallelujah
You never meant much to me

I don't care
Where the track leads I will follow
I left like Lou Ferrigno
Tearing at the seams
I couldn't take that town to more
A whole world I ain't seen before
So I gave up the gravy
For sweet obscurity

So long, Superman
I'm taking a vacation
I'll miss your medication
It helped to ease the pain
I'll see you back in Reno
Outside the Grand Casino
In your old El Camino
Singing in the rain

No plans
I go where the machine goes
The past is a placebo
Dissolving in a drain
I sleep beside the railroad tracks
No more rent ot income tax
I've got no fixed address now
I'm waiting for the train


Waitin' for a Superman
The Flaming Lips

Asked you a question
I didn't need you to reply
Is it gettin' heavy?
But they'll realize
Is it gettin' heavy?
Well I thought it was already as heavy
As can be

Is it overwhelming
To use a crane to crush a fly?
It's a good time for Superman
To lift the sun into the sky

'Cause it's gettin' heavy
Well I thought it was already as heavy
As can be

Tell everybody
Waitin' for Superman
That they should try to hold on
Best they can
He hasn't dropped them
Forgot them
Or anything
It's just too heavy for Superman to lift

Is it gettin' heavy?
Well I thought it was already as heavy as can be.

Tell everybody
Waitin' for Superman
That they should try to hold on
Best they can
He hasn't dropped them
Forgot them
Or anything
It's just too heavy for Superman to lift
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Wed 4 May, 2005 07:39 pm
The Old Spinning Wheel
Ray Noble
(words and music by Billy Hill)

(verse)
Covered with dust and forgotten,
Like the face upon the wall.
The one souvenir of the days gone by,
I treasure most of all:

(refrain)
There's an old spinning wheel in the parlor,
Spinning dreams of the long, long ago.
Spinning dreams of an old fashioned garden,
And a maid with her old fashioned beau,
Sometimes it seems that I can hear her in the twilight
At the organ softly singing "Old Black Joe."
There's an old spinning wheel in the parlor,
Spinning dreams of the long, long a go.

(verse)
Turn back the years of my childhood
As you turn, old spinning wheel.
Just show me a lane with a barefoot boy,
As shadows softly steal:

(repeat refrain)
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Letty
 
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Reply Wed 4 May, 2005 07:45 pm
dj, it is the "simple soul" who is the stuff heroes are made of, and never forget that.

edgar, Old Spinning Wheel? My word, Texas. That a good 'un.

Hey listeners, Letty must do undone stuff, and remember. Don't touch that dial.

From Letty with love.
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Wed 4 May, 2005 08:19 pm
Solveig is pronounced Soolvay. Everyone has trouble with it. When the kids were small our house was the gathering spot. All of a sudden they were calling me Gold. I came downstairs one morning and there's one of the gang asleep on a sofa. One eye sleepily opened and with a little grin she called out good morning Gold. I said good morning and asked why I was suddenlt Gold. She told me the kids all had trouble with Solveig's name so they started calling her Silver therefore I was Gold.
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Cyracuz
 
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Reply Thu 5 May, 2005 03:56 am
Since Solveig is a combination of the words "sol" and "veig" wich mean "sun" and "path/road" it is more logical that your Solveig should be Gold. It means something like Path to the sun, or The way the sun takes, I don't know the precise translation, but I have always assosiated that name with the sun. Sunway Smile

No offense Bob, I bet you can shine just as bright Smile

And thank you Letty, for your uplifting words.
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Francis
 
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Reply Thu 5 May, 2005 04:03 am
bobsmythhawk wrote:
Solveig used to call me mon petit choux which is my little cabbage en Francais.


But the meaning is slightly different as it comes from "choux à la crème" which is a delicious pastry.
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Thu 5 May, 2005 04:29 am
Good morning Bob. Good morning and what are we going to tell our listeners this morning. I dunno. Thinking's not a thing I do well pre coffee. You could say anytime. When you talk to me that way before coffee, you're casting your fate to the winds. Speaking of fate that reminds me today is Cinco de mayo day. Wuzzat? You know Mexico's holiday. Oh, yeah! Tell them about that. I like it.


Cinco de mayo

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.


El cinco de mayo ("Fifth of May" in Spanish) is a national holiday in Mexico. It commemorates the victory of Mexican forces led by General Ignacio Zaragoza over the French expeditionary forces in the Battle of Puebla on May 5, 1862.

Under the pretext of forcing payment for Mexico's outstanding and crippling debt, Britain, Spain and France sent troops to Mexico. The democratically elected government of President Benito Juárez made agreements with the British and the Spanish, who promptly recalled their armies, but the French stayed. Emperor Napoleon III wanted to secure French dominance in the former Spanish colony, including installing one of his relatives, Archduke Maximilian of Austria, as ruler of Mexico. Although Abraham Lincoln roundly condemned Napoleon's imperialist ambitions in a neighboring country, he was unable to assist Mexico as the United States was embroiled in the American Civil War at the time.

Confident of a quick victory, 6,500 French soldiers marched on Mexico City to seize the capital before the Mexicans could muster a viable defense. Along their march, the French already encountered stiff resistance before Zaragoza struck out to intercept the invaders.

The battle between the French and Mexican armies occurred on May 5 when Zaragoza's ill-equipped militia of 4,500 men encountered the better armed French force. However, Zaragoza's small and nimble cavalry units were able to prevent French dragoons from taking the field and overwhelming the Mexican infantry. With the dragoons removed from the main attack, the Mexicans routed the remaining French soldiers with a combination of their tenacity, inhospitable terrain, and a stampede of cattle set off by local peasants. The invasion was stopped and crushed.

Zaragoza won the battle but lost the war. The French Emperor, upon learning of the failed invasion, immediately dispatched another force, this time numbering 30,000 soldiers. By 1864, they succeeded in defeating the Mexican army and occupying Mexico City. Archduke Maximillian became Emperor of Mexico.

Maximilian's rule was short-lived. Mexican rebels opposed to his rule resisted, seeking the aid of the United States. Once the American Civil War was over, the U.S. military began supplying Mexicans with weapons and ammunition, and by 1867, the rebels finally defeated the French and deposed their puppet Emperor. The Mexican people then reelected Juárez as president.

Contrary to popular belief in the United States, Cinco de Mayo does not mark Mexican independence day. That distinction is reserved for Dieciséis de septiembre ("September 16"), which is celebrated on the night of September 15 through to the early morning hours of September 16 with a re-enactment of the Grito de Dolores - the formal call for an end to Spanish rule in 1810 - at all offices belonging to the executive branch of government, from the president down to the municipal governments.

Also on 5 May 1901, Ignacio Bravo telegraphed the news of the end of the Caste War of Yucatan with the Mexican victory against the state of Chan Santa Cruz.

The rise in Cinco de Mayo's popularity in the United States can be attributed to the Chicano student movement of the late 1960s. Inspired by student-activists nationwide, members of the MEChA organization in California sought to find a day of celebration that highlighted their largely Mexican ancestry. El Dieciséis de septiembre seemed like an obvious choice; however, this day proved too early in the school year for college students to effectively organize rallies and celebrations. Thus Cinco de Mayo became the de facto alternative for these student assemblies. Over the years this holiday grew outside university circles and its activist roots, and was absorbed by mainstream culture in the Southwest United States. For many Mexican-American communities Cinco de Mayo is an important way to proudly honor Mexican heritage, overshadowing Mexico's Independence Day in significance. Non-Mexican Americans also participate in the celebrations, much in the same manner that non-Irish Americans observe St. Patrick's Day, with holiday-themed parties marked by the consumption of Mexican food, tequila and Mexican beer.

Although honored today as a national holiday in Mexico, Cinco de Mayo is more of a regional celebration, particularly in the state of Puebla where the famous battle took place.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cinco_de_mayo

Hey that was pretty good Bob. Thanks. How about throwing in a Mexican song. You mean free, gratis, nada, rien? Sure. Lemme look (fumble fumble fumble) Here's the one from A Walk in the Clouds.

Amor...si me llamas amor

si me dejas amarte, mi bien...yo te voy a adorar.


Las estrellas nos verán asombradas

la noche y el día serán en llamaradas


(Se repite el verse)

Chorus:

Contigo voy a soñar con que subes

contigo voy a pasear en las nubes

contigo voy a pasear en las nubes

contigo voy a pasear en las nubes
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Thu 5 May, 2005 04:43 am
Lay Down Little Doggies - Arlo Guthrie

CHORUS:
LAY DOWN, LITTLE DOGGIES, LAY DOWN
WE'VE BOTH GOT TO SLEEP ON THE COLD, COLD GROUND
THE WINDS BLOWIN' COLDER AND THE SUN'S GOIN' DOWN
LAY DOWN, LITTLE DOGGIES, LAY DOWN

WE HIT THIS OLD BEEF TRAIL JUST TWO MONTHS AGO
WE BLISTERED IN THE SUN AND WE FROZE IN THE SNOW
IN TEN DAYS WE'RE COMIN TO A PACKING HOUSETOWN
SO LAY YOURSELVES DOWN, LITTLE DOGGIES, LAY DOWN

THIS DODGE CITY TRAIL SHE'S A HARD ROAD TO GO
UP THE TEXAS FLATLANDS THROUGH OLD MEXICO
I GOT DUST IN MY EYES AND MUD IN MY NOSE
SO LAY YOURSELVES DOWN, LITTLE DOGGIES, LAY DOWN

CHORUS

THAT BAD HOLE OF WATER WE DRUNK AND GOT SICK
CURLED UP OUT HAIR, TIED OUR TAILS BACK IN KINKS
WE GOT LOST IN A BLIND CANYON, TIPPY-TOEIN' AROUND
SO LAY YOURSELVES DOWN, LITTLE DOGGIES, LAY DOWN

HERE NOW WE COME TO THE END OF OUR TRAIL
YOUR HAIR, HIDE AND CARCASS TO THE STOCKYARDS I SELL
I'LL SEE YOU IN A TIN CAN WHEN YOU GET SHIPPED AROUND
SO LAY YOURSELVES DOWN, LITTLE DOGGIES, LAY DOWN

CHORUS
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Thu 5 May, 2005 04:45 am
Hey Cyracuz. Thanks for the info. Solveig got her name because her father in Finland was a stage manager in Helsinki and loved Grieg's music. One of his compositions was In the Hall of the Mountain King and a section of that was Solveig's song.
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Cyracuz
 
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Reply Thu 5 May, 2005 05:04 am
Actually In the hall of the mountain king is a part of the score that grieg wrote for a play by Henrik Ibsen called Peer Gynt. Other parts of the score include Solveig's song and my personal favorite Anitra's dance.

By the way, I've noticed that you use a lot of scandinavian words in your posts, the last one just now was "gratis". I thought that you might be a scandinavian Smile
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Thu 5 May, 2005 05:14 am
Nope. I'm American. Since we're a melting pot I'm decended from English, Irish, Scottish and American Indian (Iroquois). Solveig is a Swedish Finn. In Finnish a Suomilainen. About 10% of the population are Swedish Finns. Finland in Finnish is Suomi as I'm sure you know.
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Cyracuz
 
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Reply Thu 5 May, 2005 05:42 am
Yes I know that. But what I like best about Sweden and Finland is that the ocean in between looks like a man playing the guitar or...
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Thu 5 May, 2005 07:30 am
Solveig and I made many a trip from Stockholm to either Turku or Helsinki via the ferry that wound through the archipelago. I was amazed to have such large ships navigate those narrow passageways.
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 5 May, 2005 07:37 am
Good morning, WA2K radio.

Listeners, I do hope you have benefitted from this delightful exchange of names and music. It is so refreshing to learn about the background and culture of our staff and listeners.

Bob, a name says everything, does it not? Solveig sounds so lovely when spoken, and Francis has given us an alternative meaning: creme de la creme fashion.<smile>

edgar, now I am curious (as always) about the word, "doggies".

When one speaks and has spoken all his life, one language, he takes so much for granted, expecting everyone, everywhere to catch the nuances.

Well, listeners, I must awaken the mind with some external thing called coffee. I will be back in the studio and "digest" as Bacon denotes, all of the talk and history here on WA2K radio.
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Raggedyaggie
 
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Reply Thu 5 May, 2005 07:50 am
A Good Day to All.

Birthdays for 05/05/05

1813 Sören Kierkegaard, philosopher/theologian (Denmark; died 1855)
1818 Karl Marx, socialist/political theorist (Treves, Germany; died 1883)
1867 Nellie Bly (Elizabeth Cochrane Seaman), journalist/adventuress and social reformer (Cochran's Mills, PA; died 1922)
1913 Tyrone Power, actor (Cincinnati, OH; died 1958)
1921 Arthur Schawlow, physicist who helped develop the laser (Mount Vernon, NY; died 1999)
1926 Ann B. Davis, actress (Schenectady, NY)
1927 Pat Carroll, actress (Shreveport, LA)
1934 John J. Sweeney, labor leader (New York, NY)
1938 Michael Murphy, actor (Los Angeles, CA)
1942 Tammy Wynette Redbay AL, country singer (Stand by your Man)
1943 Michael Palin, actor/comedian and member of Monty Python (Sheffield, England)

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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Thu 5 May, 2005 07:53 am
I think he meant dogies.

Main Entry: cattle

Part of Speech: noun

Definition: bovine

Synonyms: beasts, bulls, calves, cows, dogies, herb, livestock, longhorn, moo cows, shorthorn, stock, strays
Source: Roget's New Millennium™ Thesaurus, First Edition (v 1.1.1)
Copyright © 2005 by Lexico Publishing Group, LLC. All rights reserved.

As I was a-walking one morning for pleasure,
I spied a young cowpuncher a-riding alone.
His hat was throwed back and his spurs was a-jingling,
As he approached me a-singing this song.

Whoopee ti yi yo, git along, little dogies,
It's your misfortune and none of my own,
Whoopee ti yi yo, git along, little dogies,
For you know Wyoming will be your new home.

Some fellows goes up the trail for pleasure,
But that's where they've got it most awfully wrong,
For you haven't an idea the trouble they give us,
As we go a-driving them dogies along.

Whoopee ti yi yo, git along, little dogies,
It's your misfortune and none of my own,
Whoopee ti yi yo, git along, little dogies,
For you know Wyoming will be your new home.
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