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Well, listeners, shall we follow up McTag's demi with another song by Carole King? Of course we will:

So far away, doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore?
It would be so fine to see your face at my door
Doesn't help to know you're just time away

Long ago I reached for you and there you stood
Holding you again could only do me good
How I wish I could, but you're so far away

One more song about movin' along the highway
Can't say much of anything that's new
If I could only work this life out my way
I'd rather spend it bein' close to you.






But you're so far away, doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore?
It would be so fine to see your face at my door
Doesn't help to know you're so far away

Yay-uh-ay-eee
Oh, so far away

Travelin' around sure gets me down and lonely
Nothin' else to do but close my mind
I sure hope the road don't come to own me
Yet so many dreams I've yet to fin-ind

But you're so far away, doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore?
It would be so fine to see your face at my door
And it doesn't help to know you're so far away

Yay-uh-ay-eee
Oh, so far away
Yay, you're so faaaaaar away.

Letty, the quotes reminded of this Roger Miller number:

Well here I sit, gettin' ideas
Ain't nothing but a fool would live like this
Out all night and runnin' wild
Woman sittin' home with a month old child

Dang me, dang me
They oughta take a rope and hang me
High from the highest tree
Woman would you weep for me.

Just sittin' around drinkin' with the rest of the guys
Six rounds bought, and I bought five
Spent the groceries and half the rent
I lack fourteen dollars havin' twenty seven cents.

Dang me, dang me
They oughta take a rope and hang me
High from the highest tree
Woman would you weep for me.

They say roses are red and violets are purple
Sugar is sweet and so is maple surple
Well I'm the seventh out of seven sons
My pappy was a pistol
I'm a son of a gun.

Dang me, dang me
They oughta take a rope and hang me
High from the highest tree
Woman would you weep for me.

Perfect sequence, Yit. My word, it's been forever since I heard Roger Miller, folks.

Incidentally, Good to see you back. We were getting a wee bit concerned.

Well, I guess this song from Miller will, in a way, continue with the theme:

Miller Roger
Lyrics for Song: England Swings

England swings like a pendulum do,
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two,
Westminster Abbey the tower of Big Ben,
The rosy red cheeks of the little children.

Now, if you huff and puff and you fina'lly save enough
Money up to take your family on a trip across the sea,
Take a tip before you take your trip; let me tell you where to go,
Go to England, Oh;

Mama's old pajamas and your papa's mustache,
Falling out the window sill, frolic in the grass,
Tryin' to mock the way they talk fun but all in vain,
Gaping at the dapper men with derby hats and canes

Since we're talking about hanging around, here's one I suspect is little known:

Artist/Band: Robbins Marty
Lyrics for Song: The Hanging Tree

I came to town to search for gold
And I brought with me a memory
And I seem to hear the night wind cry,
"Go hang your dreams on the hangin' tree
Your dreams of love that could never be
Hang your faded dreams on the hangin' tree!"

I searched for gold and I found my gold
And I found a girl who loved just me
And I wished that I could love her too
But I'd left my heart on the hangin' tree
I'd left my heart with a memory
And a faded dream on the hangin' tree.

Now there were men who craved my gold
And meant to take my gold from me
When a man is gone he needs no gold
So they carried me to the hangin' tree
To join my dreams and a memory
Yes they carried me to the hangin' tree.

To really live you must almost die
And it happened just that way with me
They took the gold and set me free
And I walked away from the hangin' tree
I walked away from the hangin' tree
And my own true love, she walked with me!

That's when I knew that the hangin' tree
Was a tree of life, new life for me
A tree of hope, new hope for me
A tree of love, new love for me
The hangin' tree, the hangin' tree, the hangin' tree!

Sounds like everyone's just hanging around. Time once again for Bob's lessons in communication. Beware parents for this could happen in your future.




> >
> > >>Letter to Dad
> > >>
> > >>A FATHER PASSING BY HIS SON'S BEDROOM WAS ASTONISHED TO SEE THE
> > >>BED WAS NICELY MADE AND EVERYTHING WAS PICKED UP.
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>THEN HE SAW AN ENVELOPE PROPPED UP PROMINENTLY ON THE CENTER OF
> > >>THE BED.
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>IT WAS ADDRESSED, "DAD".
> > >>
> > >>WITH THE WORST PREMONITION, HE OPENED THE ENVELOPE AND READ THE
> > >>LETTER WITH TREMBLING HANDS:
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>DEAR DAD,
> > >>
> > >>IT IS WITH GREAT REGRET AND SORROW THAT I'M WRITING THIS. I HAD TO
> > >>ELOPE WITH MY NEW GIRLFRIEND BECAUSE I WANTED TO
> > >>AVOID A SCENE WITH MOM AND YOU.
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>I'VE BEEN FINDING REAL PASSION WITH BARBARA AND SHE IS SO NICE
> > >>EVEN WITH ALL HER PIERCING, TATTOOS, AND HER TIGHT MOTORCYCLE CLOTHES.
> > >>BUT IT'S NOT ONLY THE PASSION DAD, SHE'S PREGNANT AND BARBARA SAID
> > >>THAT WE WILL BE VERY HAPPY.
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>EVEN THOUGH YOU DON'T CARE FOR HER AS SHE IS MUCH OLDER THAN I,
> > >>SHE ALREADY OWNS A TRAILER IN THE WOODS AND HAS A STACK OF FIREWOOD
> > >>FOR THE WHOLE WINTER.
> > >>
> > >>SHE WANTS TO HAVE MANY MORE CHILDREN WITH ME AND THAT'S NOW ONE OF
> > >>MY DREAMS TOO.
> > >>BARBARA TAUGHT ME THAT MARIJUANA DOESN'T REALLY HURT ANYONE AND
> > >>WE'LL BE GROWING IT FOR OURSELVES AND TRADING
> > >>IT WITH HER FRIENDS FOR ALL THE COCAINE AND ECSTASY WE WANT.
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>IN THE MEANTIME, WE'LL PRAY THAT SCIENCE WILL FIND A CURE FOR AIDS
> > >>SO BARBARA CAN GET BETTER; SHE SURE DESERVES IT!!
> > >>
> > >>DON'T WORRY DAD, I'M 15 YEARS OLD NOW AND I KNOW HOW TO TAKE CARE
> > >>OF MYSELF.
> > >>SOMEDAY I'M SURE WE'LL BE BACK TO VISIT SO YOU CAN GET TO KNOW
> > >>YOUR GRANDCHILDREN.
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>P. S. DAD, NONE OF THIS IS TRUE. I'M OVER AT THE NEIGHBOUR'S HOUSE.
> > >>I JUST WANTED TO REMIND YOU THAT THERE ARE WORSE THINGS IN LIFE THAN
> > >>MY REPORT CARD THAT'S IN MY DESK CENTER DRAWER.
> > >>I LOVE YOU!
> > >>
> > >>CALL WHEN IT'S SAFE FOR ME TO COME HOME.
> > >

Wow! Bermbits. That's one that I have never heard by Marty. Thanks, buddy.

I would have posted "Tom Dooley," but (ahem) someone beat me to it.

Oh, my Gawd, Bob. That is hilarious.

I need to pause a moment, listeners. I think we got away from the executioner's song.

Well, teach. No matter how we play the game, there are always winners and losers, right folks?<smile>

Well, I have some stuff to do, all. Back later:

This is cyberspace, WA2K radio.

Great letter to a parent. Bob.

Thanks bermbits. You must have realized it's a wacky crew here when you signed on. If not, you know now.

Punk Rock Girl
The Dead Milkmen

One Saturday I took a walk to Zipperhead
I met a girl there
and she almost knocked me dead

Punk rock girl
Please look at me
Punk rock girl
What do you see?
Let's travel round the world
Just you and me punk rock girl

I tapped her on the shoulder
And said do you have a beau?
She looked at me and smiled and said she did not know

Punk rock girl
Give me a chance
Punk rock girl
Let's go slam dance
We'll dress like Minnie Pearl
Just you and me punk rock girl

We went to the Philly Pizza Company
And ordered some hot tea
The waitress said well no, we only have it iced
So we jumped up on the table and shouted anarchy
And someone played a Beach Boys song on the jukebox
It it was "California Dreamin"
So we started screamin
On such a winter's day

She took me to her parents for a Sunday meal
Her father took one look at me
and he began to squeal

Punk rock girl
It makes no sense
Punk rock girl
Your dad is vice president
Just like the Duke of Earl
Yeah you're for me punk rock girl

We went to a shopping mall
And laughed at all the shoppers
And security guards trailed us to a record shop
We asked for Mojo Nixon
They said he don't work here
We said if you don't got Mojo Nixon then your store could use some fixin

We got into her car away we started rollin
I said how much you pay for this
Said nothin man it's stolen

Punk rock girl
You look so wild
Punk rock girl
Let's have a child
We'll name her Minnie Pearl
Just you and me
Eat fudge banana swirl
Just you and me
We'll travel round the world
Just you and me
Punk rock girl

Well, folks. It is hot--hot--hot here, but the ocean is beautiful and lake-like.

For Francis:

" It was the best of times and it was the worst of times"

Even though we live in the hurricane capitol of the world, gazing at the ocean as I drove on the coastal highway, was the best of times. <smile>

For yitwail:





e.e. cummings - your little voice... (I)

your little voice
Over the wires came leaping
and i felt suddenly
dizzy
With the jostling and shouting of merry flowers
wee skipping high-heeled flames
courtesied before my eyes
or twinkling over to my side
Looked up
with impertinently exquisite faces
floating hands were laid upon me
I was whirled and tossed into delicious dancing
up
Up
with the pale important
stars and the Humorous
moon
dear girl
How i was crazy how i cried when i heard
over time
and tide and death
leaping
Sweetly
your voice

The Thing That Only Eats Hippies
The Dead Milkmen

Wendel brought it to life in his guest room bath tub
It was a special project for his 4-H club
But it broke loose out in the middle of the night
And now it's eatin' flower children left and right

All the punks are gonna scream yippee
'Cause it's the thing that only eats hippies

First it cruised on out to Malibu
And ate a couple a' surfers
Who where too tough to chew
So it slithered it's way
Out to old Irvine
And ate a couple a' hippies
And they tasted just fine

Now its got a sweet tooth for long hair
So Bob and Greg and Grant you should beware

Followin' the Dead is how it gets it's kicks
Shame it wasn't born in 1966
Listens to the music and begins to sway
Dreamin' acid dreams of a hippie souffle
Hey hey hey

What do they taste like -
Some kind a' treat?
How many hippies can this monster eat?
It ate Stills and Nash before they could shout
And then it chewed on David Crosby
But it spit him out

All the punks are gonna scream yippee
'Cause it's the thing that only eats hippies

There it goes
Gonna send 'em all to that big Folk Festival in the sky
So long suckers!

Which of the two cities' tale are you telling me, Miss Letty?

Well, the tale of the French Revolution, Francis. The other tale can go to McTag.<smile>

dj, The Dead Milkmen? Whoa! thanks, Canada; as Bob told bermbits, we do get crazy here.

thank you for that delightful poem, Miss Letty.

for traditionalists, here's a timeless song written & sung by Ms. Tammy Wynette:

Sometimes it's hard to be a woman
Giving all your love to just one man
You'll have bad times, and he'll have good times
Doing things that you don't understand

But if you love him, you'll forgive him
Even though he's hard to understand
And if you love him, be proud of him
'Cause after all, he's just a man

Stand by your man
Give him two arms to cling to
And someone warm to come to
When nights are cold and lonely

Stand by your man
And show the world you love him
Keep giving all the love you can
Stand by your man

Greetings General Manager "Letty Of The Lyrics", and fellow staion members...I have arisen again!

And now I need a little assistance, I'm preparing a repetoire of songs for my group's upcoming reunion, and I need the last verse of "A Very Good Year"....Thahnk you in advance.

Well, Yit. I figured that you would figure it out. Heh! Heh!

You know folks, I never hear Stand by Your Man that I don't think of Colomba Bush and her other half. (if I misspelled her name, don't care.)

Thanks for that reminder, Yit.

Well, it's happy hour at the Letty household, so I will be back in a bit.

Romance in Durango


Hot chili peppers in the blistering sun
Dust on my face and my cape,
Me and Magdalena on the run
I think this time we shall escape.

Sold my guitar to the baker's son
For a few crumbs and a place to hide,
But I can get another one
And I'll play for Magdalena as we ride.

No llores, mi querida
Dios nos vigila
Soon the horse will take us to Durango.
Agarrame, mi vida
Soon the desert will be gone
Soon you will be dancing the fandango.

Past the Aztec ruins and the ghosts of our people
Hoofbeats like castanets on stone.
At night I dream of bells in the village steeple
Then I see the bloody face of Ramon.

Was it me that shot him down in the cantina
Was it my hand that held the gun?
Come, let us fly, my Magdalena
The dogs are barking and what's done is done.

No llores, mi querida
Dios nos vigila
Soon the horse will take us to Durango.
Agarrame, mi vida
Soon the desert will be gone
Soon you will be dancing the fandango.

At the corrida we'll sit in the shade
And watch the young torero stand alone.
We'll drink tequila where our grandfathers stayed
When they rode with Villa into Torreon.

Then the padre will recite the prayers of old
In the little church this side of town.
I will wear new boots and an earring of gold
You'll shine with diamonds in your wedding gown.

The way is long but the end is near
Already the fiesta has begun.
The face of God will appear
With His serpent eyes of obsidian.

No llores, mi querida
Dios nos vigila
Soon the horse will take us to Durango.
Agarrame, mi vida
Soon the desert will be gone
Soon you will be dancing the fandango.

Was that the thunder that I heard?
My head is vibrating, I feel a sharp pain
Come sit by me, don't say a word
Oh, can it be that I am slain?

Quick, Magdalena, take my gun
Look up in the hills, that flash of light.
Aim well my little one
We may not make it through the night.

No llores, mi querida
Dios nos vigila
Soon the horse will take us to Durango.
Agarrame, mi vida
Soon the desert will be gone
Soon you will be dancing the fandango.




B Dylan