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I am the Wal-Mart
by Anonymous



In BC, as you will see, our company can build
a store wherever
See how we grow like a tumor on your soul
See how we bribe, and lyin'

Mega-store mania, comin' down like a urine shower
Southern Asian sweatshops, crooked bloody slavers
Man, you better run and hide we're comin' to your town
I am the pig man, I am too big man
I am the Wal-Mart, poo poo on you

Under-sellers, crushing Zellers, don't you think us
Fellers laugh at you (hoo hoo hoo, hee hee hee, ha ha ha)
See how we spread like lice on your head
See how we slime, and lyin'

Welcome to America, we are buyin' up your backyard
Crawlin' like a virus, you can try and stop us, but
Man, we've got your local council in our sweaty palm
We are the pig-men, greedy and big men
We are the Wal-Mart, poo poo on you

Sitting on a pile of money always opens the door
Stick around and watch us suck 'em in and
Annihilate your downtown core
I am the pig man, too ******* big man
I am the Wal-Mart poo poo on you

Good spoof, I like parody.

Wal-Mart is here too, but better controlled (I hope)

There is one 6 miles from me.

Thanks, Angelique. You took the lyrics right out of my mouth.

Hmmm, but edgar played two to your one. <smile>

Thanks, Texas, for those very different protest songs. So true! So true!





International News

Skateboarder Clears Great Wall of China

Published: 7/10/05











LOS ANGELES (AP) - Daredevil skateboarder Danny Way rolled down a massive ramp at nearly 50 mph and jumped across the Great Wall of China on Saturday, becoming the first person to clear the wall without motorized aid, an event sponsor said.

Way botched the landing on his first attempt but then successfully completed the jump across the 61-foot gap four times, adding 360 degree spins on his last three tries, sponsor Quiksilver, Inc. said.

"I was aware of the dangers and my heart was pumping in my chest the whole time, but I managed to pull it off with the help of my team, and I'm honored to have my visions embraced by the people of China," Way said in a statement.

A crowd of several thousand people, including China's ministers of extreme sports and culture, gathered at the Ju Yong Guan Gate about a 40-minute drive from Beijing, Quiksilver's greater China marketing director Ryan Hollis said.

"It was pretty fantastic," Hollis said in an interview from Beijing. "He really has spent quite a few years even thinking about this whole idea. It's been in logistical planning for about eight months. ... It was pretty amazing today to see this happen, to see it adopted by the culture, adopted by the government."

Way's made the jump on an adaptation of the so-called mega ramp, a gigantic structure that he helped create near his home in the Southern California desert. He set a skateboard jump world record for distance (79 feet) on a mega ramp at last summer's X Games, and in 2003 set the height record of 23 1/2 feet at the desert.

Now there's an olympic feat, folks.

This masquerade

Are we really happy with
This lonely game we play
Looking for the right words to say
Searching but not finding
Understanding anyway
We're lost in this masquerade

Both afraid to say we're just too far away
From being close together from the start
We tried to talk it over
But the words got in the way
We're lost inside this lonely game we play

(*) throughts of leaving disappear
Each time I see your eyes
And no matter how hard I try
To understand the reason
Why we carry on this way
And we're lost in this masquerade

We tried to talk it over
But the words got in the way
We're lost inside this lonely game we play

Repeat (*)
We're lost in a masquerade

McTag, Savoir faire is everywhere? That was before Wall Mart.

Angel, that is one of my favorite songs by Leon Russell. Thanks for playing that, New York.

Station break:

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Sing it to me Billie!!!

GOD BLESS THE CHILD
 
Billie holiday

Them that's got shall get
Them that's not shall lose
So the Bible said and it still is news
Mama may have, papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own

Yes, the strong gets more
While the weak ones fade
Empty pockets don't ever make the grade
Mama may have, papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own

Money, you've got lots of friends
Crowding round the door
When you're gone, spending ends
They don't come no more
Rich relations give
Crust of bread and such
You can help yourself
But don't take too much
Mama may have, papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own

Mama may have, papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
He just worry 'bout nothin'
Cause he's got his own

Storm's swath touches Tampa Bay area
Storm's swath touches bay area
WILL VAN SANT and S.I. ROSENBAUM
Published July 10, 2005
St. Petersberg Times, Florida

It was still dark in the streets of Brandon when Hurricane Dennis announced itself with lashing rain and howling winds.

Robert Morgan, 56, drinking coffee in his home, saw the wind pick up his heavy wooden shed, flip it in the air and drop it to the ground, where it shattered.

"Spun it like it was nothing," he said.

What Morgan and his neighbors experienced was one of several possible tornadoes from the outer bands of Dennis as it plowed northwest Saturday toward the Panhandle.

For the most part, Dennis brought west-central Florida isolated cases of severe damage and scattered power losses that were quickly being restored. No storm-related deaths or injuries were reported. But Dennis provided a few tense moments.

None of the tornado reports had been confirmed late Saturday, but the National Weather Service was looking into the Brandon burst and similar accounts at 6 a.m. near the Port of Tampa, 2:30 p.m. near Floral City in Citrus County, and a fourth report early Saturday near 34th Street S and Sixth Avenue in St. Petersburg.

Out in the gulf, meanwhile, Dennis was gaining strength.

Weakening to a Category 1 after it crossed Cuba late Friday, Dennis had restrengthened to a Category 3 by late Saturday and showed signs of getting stronger.

The storm was predicted to make landfall Sunday afternoon near the Florida/Alabama border, the same area hammered last year by Hurricane Ivan.

In the Panhandle, state officials and the Federal Emergency Management Agency already were setting up staging areas for recovery efforts. About 1,000 Florida National Guard members from Orlando were on standby in Tallahassee, and another 500 were mobilized to move into the Keys.

While Panhandle residents evacuated the coast and braced for the worst, the Tampa Bay area was dealing with a gray day of sporadic wind gusts and heavy rains, the worst of which hit Brandon.

Hillsborough emergency management officials said 18 homes were damaged, four badly, when high winds struck, snapping trees as if they were toothpicks.

At 9 a.m., Irma Schaefer was in the kitchen of her Bryan Road home, shaking as a neighbor held her hand. Other neighbors were on her roof, nailing a tarp over a hole that was ripped open at 6 a.m.

"You know when people say (a tornado) sounds like a train?" Schaefer said. "Well, it sounded like a train went right through my home."

In Pinellas, officials said they expected gusts of up to 45 mph through Saturday evening as Dennis moved northwest through the gulf. A recommended evacuation of mobile home parks and low-lying areas remained in effect.

High winds also brought bad luck for some Pinellas business owners.

A 60-foot tree toppled in the wind Friday night, taking down a power line and leaving business without power in Keene Plaza.

Stavros Restaurant was one. The tree also ripped out some of the building's wiring, said Laura Callas, whose husband's family owns the Greek-American restaurant.

"We had to throw some food away and we brought some home and tried to cram it into our refrigerator," Callas said. "It could be weeks. It's not a good situation."

Emergency officials in the North Suncoast counties of Pasco, Hernando and Citrus were on guard for any possible shift in the storm's path Saturday.

But aside from the reported tornado in Citrus, Dennis brought little more than foul weather.

"If it didn't have a name, it would just be rain," one Pasco County emergency management staffer said at an 8 a.m. briefing.

In Hernando County, officials were concerned that a storm surge coupled with a high tide early Sunday morning could mean trouble. But no coastal evacuations were planned.

Beatles
Eleanor Rigby
 

Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from ?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong ?

Father mckenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near.
Look at him working. darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there
What does he care?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Eleanor rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father mckenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
 

Wow! BBB. That's some eye witness account. Strangely, listeners, in the area where I live, we have been amazingly fortunate. My friend who now lives in Ormond, told me that the Indians had dubbed this particular section of the East coast as protected. Amerinds had a sixth sense about certain winds and weathers. Perhaps it was because they kept in such close contact with the earth.

Ah, Beatle mania. Thanks, Angel.

Well, listeners and contributors, the night has caught up with me and I need a break.

Thank you all for keeping our station on the air for many countries.

Letty
Letty, the tornadoes were 3 minutes or 1.22 miles from my son's home.

That is too close for comfort.

BBB

Everybody's Talking

Everybody's talkin' at me
I don't hear a word they're sayin'
Only the echoes of my mind.

People stop an' starin'
I can't even see their faces
only the shadows of their eyes.

Goin' where the sun keeps a-shinin'
through the pouring rain
goin' where the weather suits my clothes.

Bankin' off the north-east wind
sailin' on a summer breeze
skippin' over the ocean like a stone

Goin' where the sun keeps shinin'
through the pouring rain
goin' where the weather suits my clothes

Bankin' off the north-east wind
sailin' on a summer breeze
skippin' over the ocean like a stone

Everybody's talkin' at me
I don't hear a word they're sayin'
only the echoes of my mind

I won't leave my love behind
No, I won't leave my love behind . . .

Everybody's talkin' at me . . .

Cabaret

What good is sitting alone in your room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret.

Put down the knitting,
The book and the broom.
Time for a holiday.
Life is Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret.

Come taste the wine,
Come hear the band.
Come blow your horn,
Start celebrating;
Right this way,
Your table's waiting

No use permitting
soem prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away.
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret!

I used to have a girlfriend
known as Elsie
With whom I shared
Four sordid rooms in Chelsea

She wasn't what you'd call
A blushing flower...
As a matter of fact
She rented by the hour.

The day she died the neighbors
came to snicker:
"Well, thats what comes
from to much pills and liquor."

But when I saw her laid out like a Queen
She was the happiest...corpse...
I'd ever seen.

I think of Elsie to this very day.
I'd remember how'd she turn to me and say:
"What good is sitting alone in your room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret."

And as for me,
I made up my mind back in Chelsea,
When I go, I'm going like Elsie.

Start by admitting
From cradle to tomb
Isn't that long a stay.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Only a Cabaret, old chum,
And I love a Cabaret!

BBB, that is indeed close, and there is not much that one can do to avoid the tornado, either. Often the Florida tornado is not as powerful, but weather patterns are changing so, that we may have a repeat of the really big twisters that occurred here some time back in February.

Well, listeners. I see that our Angelique has been on a roll since I was last in our studios. Thank you, my dear, for playing so many of our favorites.

Our receptionist tells me that she has taken several calls concerning our listeners and contributors, so we need to do one for Dys' nail scars; Walter's Whistler and Francis' proust. Of course, we must get around to everyone eventually for their enduring devotion to WA2K radio.

Why, who know, folks. Francis may even translate his white song for us.

lately when i see dys post, this song pops into my head, so here it is

Montana
Frank Zappa

I might be movin' to Montana soon
Just to raise me up a crop of
Dental Floss

Raisin' it up
Waxen it down
In a little white box
I can sell uptown

By myself I wouldn't
Have no boss,
But I'd be raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss

Raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss

Well I just might grow me some bees
But I'd leave the sweet stuff
For somebody else...but then, on the other hand I'd

Keep the wax
N' melt it down
Pluck some Floss
N' swish it aroun'

I'd have me a crop
An' it'd be on top (that's why I'M movin' to Montana)

Movin' to Montana soon
Gonna be a Dental Floss tycoon (yes I am)
Movin' to Montana soon
Gonna be a mennil-toss flykune

I'm pluckin' the ol'
Dennil Floss
That's growin' on the prairie
Pluckin' the floss!
I plucked all day an' all nite an' all
Afternoon...

I'm ridin' a small tiny hoss
(His name is MIGHTY LITTLE)
He's a good hoss
Even though
He's a bit dinky to strap a big saddle or
Blanket on anyway
He's a bit dinky to strap a big saddle or
Blanket on anyway
Any way

I'm pluckin' the ol'
Dennil Floss
Even if you think it is a little silly, folks
I don't care if you think it's silly, folks
I don't care if you think it's silly, folks

I'm gonna find me a horse
Just about this big
An' ride him all along the border line

With a
Pair of heavy-duty
Zircon-encrusted tweezers in my hand
Every other wrangler would say
I was mighty grand

By myself I wouldn't
Have no boss
But I'd be raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss

Raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss
Raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss

Well I might
Ride along the border
With my tweezers gleamin'
In the moon-lighty night

And then I'd
Get a cuppa cawfee
N' give my foot a push...
Just me 'n the pymgy pony
Over the Dennil Floss Bush

N' then I might just
Jumb back on
An' ride
Like a cowboy
Into the dawn to Montana

Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)

Oh I knew a man, Bojangles and he danced for you
In worn out shoes
With silver hair and ragged shirt and baggy pants
The old soft shoe
He jumped so high, he jumped so high
Then he'd lightly touch down

Mr. Bojangles, Mr Bojangles
Mr Bojangles dance

I met him in a cell in New Orleans
I was down and out
He looked to me to be the eyes of age
As he spoke right out
He talked of life, he talked of life
He laughed slapped his leg a step

Mr Bojangles, Mr Bojangles
Mr Bojangles dance

He spoke the name's Bojangles then he danced a lick
Across the cell
He grabbed his pants, a better stance
Oh he jumped so high, he clicked his heels
He let go a laugh, He let go a laugh
Shook back his clothes all around

He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs
Throughout the south
He spoke with tears of fifteen years how his dog and him
Traveled about
His dog up and died, His dog up and died
After 20 years he still grieves

He said I dance now at every chance in Honky tonks
For drinks and tips
But most the time I spend behind these county bars
Cause I drinks a bit
He shook his head
And as he shook his head
I heard someone ask please
Mr Bojangles, Mr Bojangles
Mr Bojangles oh dance

Great, dj. and everytime I hear edgar, I think of Bob Dylan. <smile>

Here's a song for both dj and Angel since K.D. is from rural Canada, and, of course, the lyrics speak for themselves.

K.D.Lang:




Angel, angel from the sky
Came right down to sit beside
This lonely achin' heart of mine
That now, folks, feels sublime
Now I'm a walkin', talkin'
And a spinnin'
i can't keep my face from grinnin'
Things are roarin', soarin'
Oh what a feelin'
And to think it's just beginnin'


Angel with a lariat
Carry me home sweet chariot
With you


Angel toss your rope around
Yank me up from the ground
Sound the trumpets, send a hue
Ascending angels through the blue


I feel emancipation
No, I don't worry
Set my bugaboos down to worry
There's no aggravation
There's no worry
For I have found a true love surely


Yeah
With you
Angel!

KD Lang did most of the sound track to Midnight in the Garden of Evil, which in itself is tremendous.

i can remember seeing ms lang, when she was just starting out as a kind of punk cowgirl possesed by the spirit of patsy cline

Well, dj, she's come quite a way since that, Canada.

Here we go, folks:




Whistler's mother says Sylvia's busy, too busy to come to the phone
Whistler's mother says Sylvia's trying, to start a new life of her own
Whistler's mother says Sylvia's happy, so why don't you leave her alone
And the operator says Forty cents more, for the next three minutes


CHORUS:
Please Mrs. Whistler, I just got to talk to her. I'll only keep her a while
Please Mrs. Whistler, I just want to tell her Goodbye


Whistler's mother says Sylvia's packing, she's going be leaving today
Whistler's mother says Sylvia's marrying, a fellow down Galveston-Way
Whistler's mother says Please don't say nothing, to make her start crying and stay
And the operator says Forty cents more, for the next three minutes


CHORUS

Whistler's mother says Sylvia's hurrying, she's catching the nine o'clock train
Whistler's mother says Take your umbrella, cause Sylvia it's starting to rain
And Whistler's mother says Thank you for calling and sir won't you come back again
And the operator says Forty cents more, for the next three minutes


CHORUS


Tell her goodbye Please, tell her goodbye Goodbye

With apologies to Dr. Hook.

Hmmmm. I got sidetracked looking for a song that would fit France's Proust, and found this interesting song:


In the garden of consciousness
In fertile mind there lies the dormant seed
When blooming as charity
Conscience breathes a sigh of relief
The confessions of sleep
The awakening seed
Moved by love to serve
We celebrate all
Merit in life
Ah, the confessions of sleep
Unfolding peace
As we extend
According to need
And you will hear the call
All action great and small
Received joyfully
Heaven abounds
Let love resound
If he be mute
Give him a bell
If he be blind, an eye
It he be down, a hand
Lift up your voice
Lift up your voice
Lift up your voice
Give of your mind one mind
Give of your heart one heart
Give of your voice
One voice

More coincidences, Listeners?




France Honors Punk Rocker Patti Smith 1 hour, 21 minutes ago



PARIS - U.S. punk rocker, Patti Smith, received one of France's top cultural honors on Sunday.



Smith, 58, was presented with the insignia of Commander of the Order of the Arts and Letters by Culture Minister Renaud Donnedieu de Vabres.

The ministry, in a statement, noted Smith's appreciation for 19th century French poet Arthur Rimbaud, and praised her as "one of the most influential artists in women's rock 'n' roll."

Speaking to The Associated Press at an AIDS benefit concert in southwestern Paris, where she received the award Sunday, Smith said she accepted the award "from the most spiritual side of me."

"I have vowed to live up to this honor in my work and my conduct," she said. "I can't explain what I feel like. It has uplifted me, and I will work very hard to earn it."

In an interview published Sunday in Le Parisien Dimanche weekly, Smith said she hoped to record a new album including hits from artists like Bob Dylan, the Grateful Dead and late French diva Edith Piaf.