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Noble dj, Ogden Nash twice is twice as nice. I love that Custard can fly sitting down so that Belinda could sit in his lap all the way home. Such a cuddly, considerate dragon.

Buffalo Gals has always been a favorite, Edgar. I used to sing it as a kid in Tucson when it was a bright, moonlit night.

So now I feel like getting in touch with my inner bitch, hee, hee, hee:

Lavin Lyrics Library
Getting In Touch With My Inner Bitch


Getting In Touch With My Inner Bitch
Words and Music by Christine Lavin
Recorded live at the Caffe Lena in Saratoga Springs NY
on August 20 1999 by Bob Noble of Hill & Valley Studio

Everybody thinks I'm a nice girl
And that's true
Except for one little hitch
When I'm not being a nice girl
I'm Getting In Touch With My Inner Bitch

Some people have an inner child
Some people hear an inner voice
Some people have inner calm
Good for them!
But me I've got no choice
Some people have an inner cop
Some people hear an inner clown
But I've got me an Inner Bitch
And it's hard to keep that Inner Bitch down!

I'll give you an example of My Inner Bitch, here we go:

One day I'm walking around in my neighborhood and a disheveled looking
woman comes up to me and she's wearing a sign that says, "Please help
me, I am so hungry!" so I dig deep into my pocket and I give her a
quarter and I say, "Here you go, good luck to you." And she says, "Oh
thanks a lot and God bless!" But as I walk away, I say to myself, I
mean My Inner Bitch says to myself, "I don't think she's going to use
that quarter to buy food I think she's going to use that quarter to buy
booze." And her Inner Bitch looks at me and says, "25 cents, thanks a
lot you cheap slut!" But we look back at each other and we smile,
recognizing the subtle communication our two Inner Bitches have had and
it feels good!

Some people have an inner child
Some people hear an inner voice
Some people have inner peace
Well me I've got no choice
Some people have an inner cop
Some people hear an inner clown
But I've got me an Inner Bitch
And it's hard to keep that Inner Bitch down!

Ok, here's another example:

I'm standing in line at the bank because I have to cash a check.

Finally I'm at the head of the line and one of the two working tellers
that day decides she needs to take a cigarette break so she looks at
all of us standing in line and she smiles as she walks outside and
lights herself a Virginia Slim. She's having an Inner Bitch moment. My
Inner Bitch salutes her but I'm mad because I'm still in line. Finally
the other working teller shouts that magic word "Next!" and I slip my
$50 check under the bullet proof Plexiglas barrier she looks at it and
asks me for identification "C'mon," I said, "I've had an account her
since 1976 just check my name, it's on file." So she goes and checks my
signature and she tells me it doesn't match the one that's on file I
said, "C'mon! It's only $50, I have to get my dry cleaning" and she
says, "Oh? well maybe the dry cleaner will cash your check, but I
won't!" And I realize I've been witness to two Inner Bitch moments
in the same bank on the same day. What are the odds of that happening?
So I get an idea. I say call the telephone number that's on file she
does and she hears a recording of my voice telling the caller try my
cell phone. "Call my cell phone," I tell her, she does and the cell
phone clipped to my exercise shorts doesn't ring because the
bank's walls are too thick. Instead my voice mail comes on and the bank
teller rolls her eyes and says, "Oh, I'm supposed to be impressed, you
have two voice mail accounts on two different telephones. I don't
think so!" And she slips that $50 check back under the bullet
proof, Plexiglas barrier. She thinks she has won. Her Inner Bitch
starts dancing! But I find the bank manager and I have her dial my
number, she listens and then she marches me right back to the bank
teller and commands her to cash that check! The bank teller's Inner
Bitch stops dancing, My Inner Bitch does the mambo. And the bank
manager's Inner Bitch cha cha's out to the sidewalk and cuts that
Virginia Slim cigarette break short! Ha!

Some people have an inner child
Some people hear an inner voice
Some people have inner peace
Good for them!
But me I've got no choice
Some people have an inner cop
Some people hear an inner clown
Well I've got me an Inner Bitch
And it's hard to keep that Inner Bitch down!

All right you're not convinced? This will convince you:

I'm on hold with the airlines. Sixteen times I've heard how important
my phone call is to them. I'm trying to track down lost luggage... from
a flight that was 5 hours late... due to mechanical problems. What? Oh
I know what you're thinking... you're thinking this is just one travel
cliche piled on top of another and you don't want to hear this song
Well... aren't we the songwriter critic! You know I could say something
about that outfit you're wearing. Then you could say something about my
hair. And then I could say something about this criminal element you
seem to be dating... You've been married for 21 years to that criminal
element? You poor thing! Then you could say to me, well how come you're
not married, I'm married! And, oh, but telling you I wouldn't advise
you to get into this dialogue with me right now, because I'm telling
you, My Inner Bitch can kick your Inner Bitch's butt!

Oh, I know there's a lot of nice girls here tonight
But beware 'cuz deep inside
Or just below the surface
An Inner Bitch might hide
And if you provoke her
You had best stand back
Oh, you'll never be the same
Once you've been maimed
In an Inner Bitch attack!

Some people have an inner child
Some people have an inner voice
Some people have inner strength
Good for them!
But me I've got no choice
Some people have an inner queen
Who's wearing an inner crown
But I've got me an Inner Bitch
And it's hard to keep that... Inner Bitch... down!

I LOVE it, Diane!

For some reason I've felt like making outrageous statements on some of the political threads tonight. I usually stay as far away as possible. Maybe I'll just let go and,,,,,

Diane, just you be careful what that bitch might do with that pistol of your'n.

Good morning WA2K bitches, er fans. Nice to wake up with a laugh, no?

Well, folks, I understand Diane's rant. It just seems that things are going to the dogs here in America, and frankly, I believe that Sally could do a much better job.

Okay, that's my mini rant for today.

It just filtered through, listeners, that Boston Bob did his Karaoke thing last night, and is probably still sleeping it off. <smile>

McTag, as you probably realize, we wimmins sometimes become little teapots that get steamed up, right?

We might as well start the day off with a song that asks:

What's Love Got to Do With it?

MTV Video Award: Best female video (85)

You must understand how the touch of your hand
Makes my pulse react
That it's only the thrill of boy meeting girl
Opposites attract
It's physical
Only logical
You must try to ignore that it means more than that

What's love got to do, got to do with it
What's love but a second hand emotion
What's love got to do, got to do with it
Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken

It may seem to you that I'm acting confused
When you're close to me
If I tend to look dazed I've read it someplace
I've got cause to be
There's a name for it
There's a phrase that fits
But whatever the reason you do it for me

What's love got to do, got to do with it
What's love but a second hand emotion
What's love got to do, got to do with it
Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken

I've been taking on a new direction
But I have to say
I've been thinking about my own protection
It scares me to feel this way

*(What's love got to do, got to do with it
What's love but a second hand emotion
What's love got to do, got to do with it
Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken

What's love got to do, got to do with it
What's love but a sweet old fashioned notion
What's love got to do, got to do with it
Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken) *

Tina Turner.

Pearl S. Buck
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.

Pearl S. Buck (birth name Pearl Comfort Sydenstricker, Chinese name 賽珍珠) (June 26, 1892 - March 6, 1973) was a prolific writer and Nobel Prize winner.

Born in Hillsboro, West Virginia to Carie (Stulting) and Absalom Sydenstricker, Buck went with her parents, southern Presbyterian missionaries, to Zhenjiang, China in 1892 when Buck was 3 months old. She was brought up there and first knew the Chinese language and customs, especially from Mr. Kong, and then was taught English by her mother and her teacher. She was encouraged to write at an early age.

By 1910, she left for America and went to Randolph-Macon Woman's College [1] (http://www.rmwc.edu/), where she would earn her degree in 1914. She then returned to China, and married an agricultural economist, John Lossing Buck, on May 13, 1917. In 1921, she and John had a daughter, Carol, who was afflicted with phenylketonuria. The small family then moved to Nanjing, where Pearl taught English literature at University of Nanking. In 1925, the Bucks adopted Janice (later surnamed Walsh) and subsequently 8 more adoptees. In 1926, she left China and returned to the United States for a short time in order to earn her Master of Arts degree from Cornell University.

Buck began her writing career in 1930 with her first publication of East Wind:West Wind. In 1931 she wrote her best known novel, The Good Earth, which is considered to be one of the best of her many works. The story of the farmer Wang Lung's life brought her the Pulitzer Prize for the Novel in 1932. Her career would keep flourishing, and she won the William Dean Howells Medal in 1935.

Pearl was forced to flee China in 1934 due to political tensions. She returned to the United States and obtained a divorce from her husband. She then married Richard J. Walsh, president of the John Day Publishing Company, on June 11, 1935, and with him adopted six other children. In 1938 she won the Nobel Prize for Literature, after writing biographies of her parents, The Exile, and The Fighting Angel. She was the first woman from the United States to win the Nobel in Literature.

In her lifetime, Pearl S. Buck would write over 100 works of literature, her most known being The Good Earth. She wrote novels, short stories, fiction, and children's stories. Many of her life experiences are described in her books. She wanted to prove to her readers that universality of mankind can exist if they accept it. She dealt with many topics including women, emotions (in general), Asians, immigration, adoption, and conflicts that many people go through in life. In 1949, she established Welcome House Inc., the first adoption agency dedicated to the placement of bi-racial children, particulary Amerasians.

Pearl S. Buck died on March 6, 1973 in Danby, Vermont and was interred in Green Hills Farm, Perkasie, Pennsylvania.


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pearl_S._Buck

Good morning, Bob, and thanks for that bio. Our listeners are really becoming educated about people of note, and that is the segment of our format that is quite appealing. We miss your morning monologue, and you must share with us your experience at the karaoke club.

Here's an interesting item from the world of research:




Led by Alexander Todorov, the research team showed pairs of photographs to more than 800 students. Both photos in each pairing were of real candidates for the U.S. Congress in 2000 and 2002, including one winner and one loser. They chose only candidates that would be unknown to the students. Looking at the photo pairs for just one second, the students were told to choose the candidate they thought had won or would win the election. Based solely on the facial features, the students chose the winning candidate an astonishing 68.8 percent of the time.

"This remarkable effect...likely reflects differences in 'babyfacedness,'" Leslie Zebrowitz of Brandeis University and Joann Montepare of Emerson College wrote in a commentary in the journal Science in which the research findings were published.

The researchers conducted several studies, and in one of them they asked 143 participants to rate the importance of 13 different traits for a person seeking public office. "These traits included competence, trustworthiness, likeability, and 10 additional traits," the researchers said. "Competence was rated as the most important trait."

Zebrowitz and Montepare, said it all comes down to having a baby face. "A more babyfaced individual is perceived as less competent than a more mature-faced, but equally attractive, peer of the same age and sex," they wrote in the commentary in the journal Science. "Although we like to believe that we 'don't judge a book by its cover,' superficial appearance qualities such as babyfacedness profoundly affect human behavior in the blink of an eye."

What is a baby face? It's round with large eyes, a small nose, a high forehead and a small chin.

And, listeners, a song in kind:

U2 - Babyface Lyrics

Watching your bright blue eyes
In the freeze frame
I've seen them so many times
I feel like I must be your best friend
You're looking fine, so fine, oh my
Dressed up like a lovely day, oh

Babyface, babyface
Slow down child, let me untie your lace
Babyface, babyface
Cover girl with natural grace
How could beauty be so kind
To an ordinary guy

Coming home late at night
To turn you on
Checking out every frame
I've got slow motion on my side
Turning around and around
With the sound and colour

Under my control, go
Round and around, going down
Dressed up like a lovely day

Babyface, babyface
Tin foil hair all tied up in lace
Babyface, babyface
Bitter sweet girl won't you give me a taste
How could beauty be so kind
To an ordinary guy

Do do do do do do do do do...do do...
Do do do do do do do do do...do do...

Babyface, babyface
Slow down child, let me untie your lace
Babyface, babyface
Open the door, let me unpack my case
Babyface, babyface
You're everywhere child
You're all over the place
Babyface, babyface
You're coming to me from outer-space
Hou could beauty be so kind
To an ordinary guy

Tombstone Blues

The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course
The city fathers they're trying to endorse
The reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse
But the town has no need to be nervous

The ghost of Belle Starr she hands down her wits
To Jezebel the nun she violently knits
A bald wig for Jack the Ripper who sits
At the head of the chamber of commerce

Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for the fuse
I'm in the streets
With the tombstone blues

The hysterical bride in the penny arcade
Screaming she moans, "I've just been made"
Then sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shade
Says, "My advice is to not let the boys in"

Now the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside
He walks with a swagger and he says to the bride
"Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride
You will not die, it's not poison"

Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for the fuse
I'm in the streets
With the tombstone blues

Well, John the Baptist after torturing a thief
Looks up at his hero the Commander-in-Chief
Saying, "Tell me great hero, but please make it brief
Is there a hole for me to get sick in?"

The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly
Saying, "Death to all those who would whimper and cry"
And dropping a bar bell he points to the sky
Saving, "The sun's not yellow it's chicken"

Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for the fuse
I'm in the streets
With the tombstone blues

The king of the Philistines his soldiers to save
Puts jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves
Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves
Then sends them out to the jungle

Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch he burns out their camps
With his faithful slave Pedro behind him he tramps
With a fantastic collection of stamps
To win friends and influence his uncle

Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for the fuse
I'm in the streets
With the tombstone blues

The geometry of innocent flesh on the bone
Causes Galileo's math book to get thrown
At Delilah who sits worthlessly alone
But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter

Now I wish I could give Brother Bill his great thrill
I would set him in chains at the top of the hill
Then send out for some pillars and Cecil B. DeMille
He could die happily ever after

Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for the fuse
I'm in the streets
With the tombstone blues

Where Ma Raney and Beethoven once unwrapped their bed roll
Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole
And the National Bank at a profit sells road maps for the soul
To the old folks home and the college

Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain
That could hold you dear lady from going insane
That could ease you and cool you and cease the pain
Of your useless and pointless knowledge

Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for the fuse
I'm in the streets
With the tombstone blues

Dylan



Copyright © 1965; renewed 1993 Special Rider Music

Sleeping it off eh. Medway last night. My niece Liz called to let me know the woman who owns the equipment has decided not to run the karaoke there anymore so last night would be the last night. By the time I arrived it turns out the owners had arranged to buy their own system. All of a sudden three women (Liz included) all tell me they're going to run it themselves. Now ask me if I want them all telling me this so I could be right in the middle. In a word, no. A sidelight on this is that Liz asked me to run it when she can't be there. I agreed naturally. It's the old fox in the henhouse routine again. The behind the scene machinations with each one believing they've got the inside track was dazzling. I can only imagine the twists and turns that are going to start again today. This has all the makings of a soap opera. Whoever wins it looks like next week there will be business as usual. BTW my money's on Liz. Stay tuned for the continuing saga. Back to you, Letty.

Morning, edgar. Wow! That's a great song. Thanks for playing it.

Bob, Life and its accouterments seem to be a continuing saga of soaps. <smile>Your money is on Liz and my money is on you, 'cause if you end up managing, how could Medway lose?

Hey, Boston, support your local Karaoke club.

Last evening, I heard a choir singing at a memorial service for those who have perished in the current war. To me, the Navy Hymn is one of the most moving and beautiful songs ever written. In researching, I was amazed to learn the background and alternate verses to this tribute:



Eternal Father, strong to save,
Whose arm hath bound the restless wave,
Who biddest the mighty ocean deep
Its own appointed limits keep;
Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee,
For those in peril on the sea!

O Christ! Whose voice the waters heard
And hushed their raging at Thy Word,
Who walked on the foaming deep,
And calm amidst its rage didst sleep;
Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee,
For those in peril on the sea!

Most Holy Spirit! Who didst brood
Upon the chaos dark and rude,
And bid its angry tumult cease,
And give, for wild confusion, peace;
Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee,
For those in peril on the sea!

O Trinity of love and power!
Our family shield in danger's hour;
From rock and tempest, fire and foe,
Protect us wheresoever we go;
Thus evermore shall rise to Thee
Glad hymns of praise from land and sea.

And for the entire background:

http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/e/t/eternalf.htm

A most beautiful bit of history and music for Sunday, listeners.

For all the Goddesses
For all the Goddesses here

Celebrating the Goddess in Poetry
For me, goddesses are women who walk the Earth every day--barefoot, in high heels, in combat boots--and the women who come from our past, mythologically speaking, as well as the hands that held us as babies and raised us. The goddess exists in each of us, too. These poems represent the goddesses in my life, and are a tribute to the spirit of the goddess that I tap into within myself. 
- Kirsten Ogden

METAMORPHOSIS
by Kirsten Ogden

I follow you through empty evenings,
a rainless cloud, light and full of mist
I want to be your twin tornado,
spin you through my life
We could rip trees by roots from hard dirt
stomp through mud
leave footsteps behind us to be filled
by other clouds

Tomorrow I'll walk ahead
let my body grow
heavy in dark wind
wring myself like my mother's old
dish towels laid across the cutting board
Dirty water will flow down my legs
and through the spaces between my toes



HOWL MAMA 
by Kirsten Ogden

Let's get goin'
I have big plans
I'm gonna make postcards,
pose for Sears catalogues--

Tell all of those men to give me
the lust stare
I'll act like I'm interested
but won't drool

Mama?  Aren't you gonna warn me
that love sucks
and sex
ruins everything?

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I am She
by Circe

I raise slow blue eyes to yours
You! Who mumble in dreams
You ! Who have conjured me
In every form
In every ritual
Powerful Isis, Sweet Aphrodite
Gentle Bridgid
I am She
Who dances naked, whirling through the smoke of your campfires
Scatters sparks of stars through streams of night skies
She, who reigns the watchful course of the Moon
I am She
Who burns at the center of your innermost being
You who have called me awake from my earthly slumber
Urged me to your side
And for what?
I have been with you always, yet you did not know me
You whisper great words of seduction and mystery
I am here where I have always been
Reach for me now; I am the answer you seek
I have been preparing for this eternal moment
I am the loving culmination of all your soulful searches
I am She
I am Yours
My flame burns for you


Tears of the Mother
by Circe

Silently She bids us return to the womb again
The flame of Bridgid
To warm us deep inside
Ever the tender innocent bride
Mother Earth still nourishes us as our keeper
But naughty children we are that
Squander our inheritance
She must keep humanity at bay
Wrestling in cosmic disarray
As we have always
Her blue white veil aloft torn by human greed
Gray brown wrapped in shroud
by disrespectful pollution, poisons and war
Her forested greens stripped away
Arms held outward burned, stolen
Her Unheeded warnings of eternal damnation
Cast aside
Even as great quakes kill
Volcanoes pour forth and imminent man-made bombs tick
Goddess! have you left us?
I feel your tears on my skin
Burning acid rains upon a parched and weary body
And I cry with you
For you
For us
And myself

some tunes from the band grandaddy

these songs are all from the great album sumday

Now It's On

Now that the quay's in place
Where the sea is to be
It seems to be that I'm seasoned to be
In a season of the old me

I wouldn't trade my place
I got no reason to be
Weathered and withering
Like in a season of the old me

Bust the lock off the front door
Once you're outside you won't want to hide anymore
Light the light on the front porch
Once it's on you're never wanna turn it off anymore
And now it's on

Now it's on

Now that the lake's in place
Where the dead sea is to be
It seems that I'm seasoned to be
In a season of the old me
I wouldn't trade my place
I got no reason to be
Weathered and Withering
Like in a season of the old me

Bust the lock off the front door
Once you're outside you won't want to hide anymore
Light the light on the front porch
Once it's on you're never wanna turn it off anymore
And now it's on

And now it's on
And now it's on
And now it's on
Now it's on
Now it's on


El Caminos in the West

Doo doo doo

So there's my baby
Laughing at me in the sun
Wonder if I'm the weaker one
I feel so far away from home
Always so far away

The Pacific will pacify us when we're done
If only we weren't always spun
I feel so far away from home
Always so far away

From El Caminos in the west
All collapsed and futureless
I'll paint the words a simple wish
For peace of mind and happiness
El Caminos in the west
We're all collapsed and futureless
I'll paint the words a simple wish
For peace of mind and happiness

Doo doo doo

Here comes the chaos
Perfectly on time again
Is it ever gonna end
I feel so far away from home
Always so far away

The demolition still can be a lot of fun
Someone should tell me that I'm done
I feel so far away from home
Always so far away

From El Caminos in the west
All collapsed and futureless
I'll paint the words a simple wish
For peace of mind and happiness
El Caminos in the west
We're all collapsed and futureless
I'll paint the words a simple wish
For peace of mind and happiness

Doo doo doo


I'm on Standby

I'm rolling down a well worn road
I'm wondering if I'll ever know
If I'll be better than I was before
When I surface through the service door

Bye
I'm on standby
Out of order or sort of unaligned
Powered down for redesign
Bye bye
I'm on standby
According to the work order you signed
I'll be down for some time
I'll be down for some time

I got good at saying "I gotta go"
Number one at saying "I don't know"
But from the stories I've heard
You humans require more words

Bye
I'm on standby
Out of order or sort of unaligned
Powered down for redesign
Bye bye
I'm on standby
According to the work order you signed
I'll be down for some time
I'll be down for some time


O.K. With My Decay

I woke up Tuesday morning
to coming down
without a sound
coming back down

The pressure put upon me
it goes and goes
til it thinks it got me
it tries and tries
as it might to trick me
to breaking back down

I'm OK
In truth I say
I'm OK
In truth I say
I'm OK
With my decay
I have no choice
I have no voice
I have no say
On my decay
I have no choice
so I'll rejoice

I'm OK
With my decay
I have no choice
I have no voice
I have no say
On my decay
I have no choice
so I'll rejoice

I'm OK
I'm OK
I'm OK
I'm OK
I'm OK
I'm OK


Saddest Vacant Lot in All the World

She's in the kitchen,
Crying on the oven
It seems she really loved him

He's so drunk he's
Passed out in a Datsun
That's parked out in the hot sun
In the saddest vacant lot in all the world

Boldly going
Where he rarely knows
But he'll miss her when he goes

What a shame
As she drifts out of reach
While he's still drunk asleep
In the saddest vacant lot in all the world


The Go in the Go-For-It

The talk- it got so loud
the songs cut out
well that's when i'd had enough
of all their talk and stuff

i had to bring it down
to more level ground
where my only company
is wind blowing through the leaves

my head they tried to wreck
and i just laughed and said
guess who lost the go in the go for it

when they expected that
they instead got this-
the broken but pretty mess
what they care i could care less

my farewell e-mail reads
farewell to thee
i'll pass through your world with ease
like wind blowing through the leaves

my head they tried to wreck
and i just laughed and said
guess who lost the go in the go for it

despite the facts ??
i shook my head and went
guess who lost the go in the go for it
the go in the go for it


The Group Who Couldn't Say

Doo doo doo dit doo, doo doo doo dit doo

The tale I'm gonna tell
Is about the group who couldn't say
Together they discovered with each other the perfection of an outdoor day

They had won some kinda prize
For selling way more stuff than the other guys
They were the shrewdest unit-movers
So their bosses got 'em tours of the countryside

Doo doo doo dit doo, doo doo doo dit doo

Holly saw a certain bird
But she couldn't work up any words
She kinda lost her shoes and lost her mind
And smashed her phone upon a fallen pine

And Darryl couldn't talk at all
He wondered how the trees had grown to be so tall
He calculated all the height and width and density
For insurance purposes

And at the desktop there's crying sounds
For all the projects due
And no one else is around
And the sprinklers that come on at 3 am
Sound like crowds of people asking
"Are you happy what you're doing?"

Ah ah ah

And at the desktop there's crying sounds
For all the projects due
And noone else is around
And the sprinklers that come on at 3 am
Sound like crowds of people asking
"Are you happy what you're doing?"

Becky wondered why
She'd never noticed dragonflies
Her drag and click had never yielded
Anything as perfect as a dragonfly

And then the supervisor stood
Right in the creek and it felt really good
And that's about the time he finally had realised the importance of this day
And that's about the time he realised
That he was with the group who couldn't say
Hey hey
And they felt so good it hurt forget the words
They were the group who couldn't say


"Yeah" Is What We Had

Yeah is what he had
No, we never knew
Good, good is what we understood
Yeah is what he had
No, we never knew
Good, good is what we understood

Now I walk alone through howling winds
Fast food bags wrapped round my shins
Remembering (remembering)
Wondering

In this life
Will I ever see you again
In this life
Will I ever see you again

Yeah is what he had
No, we never knew
Good, good is what we understood
Yeah is what he had
No, we never knew
Good, good is what we understood

Data files and dinner dates sumday
Telling me that I, I best be on my way
Remembering (remembering)
Wondering

In this life
Will I ever see you again
In this life
Will I ever see you again

To the Goddess
To the Goddess

Goddess Invocation


I am the Maiden
The East, The Winds,
The New Moon.
Gentle and Pure.
Maiden Brid, Hear me!


I am the Warrior.
The South, The Fire,
The Waxing Moon.
Powerful and Strong.
Warriar Vesta, Hear Me!


I am the Mother.
The West, The Sea,
The Full Moon.
Fertile and Loving.
Mother Diana, Hear me!


I am the Crone.
The North, The Earth,
The Waning moon.
Ancient and Wise.
Crone Morrigan, Hear me!




Goddess Chant

Maiden, Warrior, Mother, and Crone
Flower, Sword-blade, Ivy, and Bone
Help me make myself my own
Maiden, Warrior, Mother and Crone.

Good Morning WA2K:

Interesting Pearl Buck bio, Bob. And Bob, I have not the slightest doubt that you'll have that Karaoke confrontation under control in short order.

I have to check out The Tombstone Blues, Edgar. I love it.

I just listened to the Navy Hymn, Letty. Oh, I remember it so well when Pres. Kennedy's body was carried up the steps of the Capitol to lie in state.

Just one more comment before I post today's Birthday Celebs.
I sincerely hope that Diane was able to control her "rant" craving last night. That can be so dangerous.



Some Birthday Celebrities for June 26:

1819 Abner Doubleday, general and purported inventor of baseball (Ballston Spa, NY; died 1893)
1892 Pearl S. Buck, novelist and humanitarian (Hillsboro, WV; died 1973) Nobel prize- Good Earth, 1938)

1909 Col Tom Parker, born Andreas Cornelius van Kuijk, in Breda Netherlands, Elvis Presley's manager, died 1997 (Parker fled his native land at about the age of 18, joined the United States Army, then changed his name into Tom Parker and become part of the circus world sometime after leaving the Army. He also worked as a dogcatcher and a pet cemetery proprietor in Tampa, Florida in the 1940s.)

1904 Peter Lorre - born in Rosenberg, Hungary (Rózsahegy, Slovakia)
actor (M, Casablanca, Beast with 5 Fingers, Maltese Falcon) died 1964

1910 Roy Plunkett, inventor of Teflon (New Carlisle, OH; died 1994)
1914 Babe Didrikson Zaharias, Olympic champion track and field star and golfer (Port Arthur, TX; died 1956)
1915 Charlotte Zolotow, children's author (Norfolk, VA)
1922 Eleanor Parker, actress (Cedarville, OH) (Caged, Detective Story )
1933 Claudio Abbado, conductor (Milan, Italy)
1933 Noriyuki "Pat" Morita Calif, actor (Happy Days, Karate Kid)
1961 Greg LeMond, champion cyclist (Lakewood, CA)
1970 Chris O'Donnell, actor (Winnetka, IL)

WOW! Do I ever have some catching up to do.

Bitches
Goddesses
Songs from dj,
Bios and obits
Celebs and their day.

Simply wonderful hearing from all, and our switchboard is alive with lights and phone ringing off the wall. All good news!

Back later, listeners, to bring you some news of my own.

First a poem for Francis.

They are the odd men out who live by ink and pen
Whose lives are lived as each new season comes along
They cross the evening mists, these strange and thoughtful men
With footsteps like the birds that fly on wings of song

Under a Paris bridge they'll sate their souls on wines
Their wealth is measured in slim volumes never sold
The only wives they have are clichéed closing lines
From tales of lust and love in songs you know of old

They paint grey paving stones with colours as they tread
As if they walk on waves on far imagined seas
They breathe in city air and breathe out words instead
And tie bright ribbons round our dull old ABCs

And sometimes they have dogs for company in pain
Who lick the bitter ink from soft and friendly hands
Such faithfulness that sets their muzzles all aflame
Lighting the lonely ways through absurd forsaken lands

These are the odd men out that look at blooming flowers
And see a woman's smile in a petal's aureole
These are the odd men out that sing of desperate hours
To pianos of the heart and violins of the soul

They look at their bare arms and imagine them as wings
Chasing the tails of words across the open sky
Then falling to cold earth as ghosts on rubbish bins
Where with a turn of phrase once more their verses die

They walk among the clouds, their heads are in the street
They know each horse and bird and have kind words for each
They walk in abbatoirs with corpses at their feet
Their thoughts are far beyond the executioner's reach

There's surely space on Earth to let their words fly free
To paint a paradise in bargain basement rhymes
Though some would lock them up and throw away the key
In case words ring too true in these complacent times

Leo Ferre

This poem would be wonderful set to the music of The Poor People of Paris as done by Chet Atkins.

Continued.....................................

For Bob's voice of Tigger:



Kenny Loggins - Return to Pooh Corner Lyrics
Christopher robin and I walked along
Under branches lit up by the moon
Posing our questions to owl and eeyore
As our days disappeared all too soon
But I?ve wandered much further today than I should
And I can?t seem to find my way back to the wood

So help me if you can
I?ve got to get back
To the house at pooh corner by one
You?d be surprised
There?s so much to be done
Count all the bees in the hive
Chase all the clouds from the sky
Back to the days of christopher robin and pooh

Winnie the pooh doesn?t know what to do
Got a honey jar stuck on his nose
He came to me asking help and advice
And from here no one knows where he goes
So I sent him to ask of the owl if he?s there
How to loosen a jar from the nose of a bear

It?s hard to explain how a few precious things
Seem to follow throughout all our lives
After all?s said and done I was watching my son
Sleeping there with my bear by his side
So I tucked him in, I kissed him and as I was going
I swear that the old bear whispered "boy welcome home"

Believe me if you can
I?ve finally come back
To the house at pooh corner by one
What do you know
There?s so much to be done
Count all the bees in the hive
Chase all the clouds from the sky
Back to the days of christopher robin
Back to the ways of christopher robin
Back to the days of pooh

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For Raggedy's Peter Lorre:

Probably his most famous role, the "cut-rate parasite" Ugarte in CASABLANCA (1942) with Humphrey Bogart.
"You know Rick, I have many a friend in Casablanca, but somehow, just because you despise me you're the only one I trust."

That movie was on AMC just the other night.