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Hmmm. Listeners. Well that answered my question. What are we to do with that man and his pc.

It's too darn hot,
It's too darn hot.
I'd like to sup with my baby tonight,
Fulfill the cup with my baby tonight.
I'd like to sup with my baby tonight,
Fulfill the cup with my baby tonight,
But I ain't up to my baby tonight,
'Cause it's too darn hot.
It's too darn hot,
It's too darn hot.
I'd like to coo with my baby tonight,
And pitch the woo with my baby tonight.
I'd like to coo with my baby tonight,
And pitch the woo with my baby tonight.
But sister you'll fight my baby tonight
'Cause it's too darn hot.
It's too darn hot,

According to the latest Report
Ev'ry average girl you know
Much prefers her lovely doggie to court
When the temperature is low,
But when the thermometer goes 'way up
And the weather is sizzling hot,
Mister Adam
For his madam.
Is not,
'Cause it's too, too
Too darn hot,
It's too darn hot,
It's too darn hot.
BOYS:
It's too darn hot,
It's too darn hot.
It's too darn hot.
Hot, hot, hot, hot...

Ah, edgar. That songs says it, Texas.

Actually, listeners, I was reminiscing a bit this afternoon about a song that I once sang on TV. It's beginning to cloud over and there are rumblings of thunder, so I'll play it later. Although our studio is grounded, there are certain precautions that one must take.

Well, folks. The coastal highway was awash with water and there were big sharks playing around in the surf. Soooo, this beach song is perfect:


"The Girl From Ipanema"

("Garota de Ipanema")

Antonio Carlos Jobim



Olha que coisa mas linda mas cheia
De graca e ela menina que vem
E que passa
num doce balanco a caminho do mar
Moca do corpo dourado do sol de Ipanema
O seu balancado e mais que um poema
E a coisa mais linda que eu ja vi passar

Ah! Por que estou tao sozinho?
Ah! Por que tudo e tao triste?
Ah! A beleza que existe
A beleza que nao e so minha
Que tambem passa sozinha

Ah! se ela soubesse que quando ela passa
O mundo sorrindo se enche de graca
E fica mais lindo por causa do amor

I can translate it, folks, because I know the English words.

Man Piaba


When I was a lad just three-foot-three
Certain questions occurred to me,
So I asked me father quite seriously
To tell me the story 'bout the bird and bee.
He stammered and he stuttered pathetically
And this is what he said to me.

He said, "The woman piaba and the man piaba
and the Ton Ton call baka lemon grass,
The lily root, gully root, belly root uhmm,
And the famous grandy scratch scratch.

It was clear as mud but it covered the ground
And the confusion made the brain go 'round.
I went and ask a good friend of mine,
Known to the world as Albert Einstein.
He said "Son, from the beginning of time and creativity
There existed the force of relativity
Pi r square and minus ten is rooted only when
The solar system in one light year
Make the Hayden planetarium disappear
So if Mt Everest doesn't move
I am positive that it will prove

That the woman piaba and the man piaba
And the Ton Ton call baka lemon grass,
The lily root, gully root, belly root uhmm,
And the famous grandy scratch scratch.

It was clear as mud but it covered the ground
And the confusion made the brain go 'round.
I grabbed a boat and went abroad
In Baden Baden asked Sigmund Freud
He said "Son, from your sad face remove the grouch
Put the body down up on the couch
I can see from your frustration a neurotic sublimation
Hey love and hate is psychosomatic
Your Rorsach shows that you're a peri patatic
It all started with a broken sibling
In the words of the famous Herr Jacoplin

That the woman piaba and the man piaba
And the Ton Ton call baka lemon grass,
The lily root, gully root, belly root uhmm,
And the famous grandy scratch scratch.

Well I traveled far and I traveled wide
And I don't even have me self a bride
All the great men upon this earth
Have confused me since my birth
I've been over land and been over sea
Trying to find answer 'bout the bird and bee
But now that I am ninety three
I don't give a darn you see

If the woman piaba and the man piaba
And the Ton Ton call baka lemon grass,
The lily root, gully root, belly root uhmm,
And the famous grandy scratch scratch.

Well, edgar. I'm afraid that you will have to translate for me, my friend.

Is that pidgin English?<smile> I did recognize pi r square. heh! heh!

I have never read an explanation of that one. Seems we are to take it or leave it as it stands.

No way, edgar. Insatiable curiosity as always.

Now off to find Boo's lyrics to the bullit song. <smile>

Hmmm. Often things evade us, listeners, and as destiny's child would have it, I ran across this song that tends to define me a wee bit:

Childhoods End?

And it was morning
And I found myself mourning
for a childhood that I thought had disappeared
I looked out the window
And I saw a magpie in the rainbow, the rain had gone
I'm not alone, I turned to the mirror
I saw you, the child, that once loved
The child before they broke his heart
Our heart, the heart that I believed was lost

Hey you, surprised? More than surprised
to find the answers to the questions
Were always in your own eyes
Do you realize that you give it on back to her?
But that would only be retraced in all the problems that you ever knew
So untrue
For she's got to carry on with her life
and you've got to carry on with yours

So I see it's me, I can do anything
And I'm still the child
'Cos the only thing misplaced was direction
And I found direction
There is no Childhood's End
There is no Childhood's End
Cos' you are my childhood friend
Cos' you are my childhood friend
Oh lead me on

Hey you, you've survived
Now you've arrived
to be reborn in the shadow of the magpie
Now you realize, that you've got to get out of here
You've found the leading light of destiny
burning in the ashes of your memory
You want to change the world
You'd resigned yourself to die a broken rebel
But that was looking backward
Now you've found the light

You, the child that once loved
The child before they broke his heart
Our heart, the heart that I believed was lost
So it's me I see, I can do anything
I'm still the child
'Cos the only thing misplaced was direction, and I found direction
There is no childhood's end
There is no childhood's end
There is no childhood's end
I am your childhood friend
Oh.. lead me on.

My Back Pages

Crimson flames tied through my ears
Rollin' high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
Using ideas as my maps
"We'll meet on edges, soon," said I
Proud 'neath heated brow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
"Rip down all hate," I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull. I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

Girls' faces formed the forward path
From phony jealousy
To memorizing politics
Of ancient history
Flung down by corpse evangelists
Unthought of, though, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

A self-ordained professor's tongue
Too serious to fool
Spouted out that liberty
Is just equality in school
"Equality," I spoke the word
As if a wedding vow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand
At the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not that I'd become my enemy
In the instant that I preach
My pathway led by confusion boats
Mutiny from stern to bow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

B Dylan

Copyright © 1964; renewed 1992 Special Rider Music

A perfect foil to the song that I just played on WA2K radio, right listeners?

I suppose that it's that time of night for all of us.

and this song is for all who loved Jim Croce's "I've Got a Name"


Song: Say My Name Lyrics




Say my name, say my name
If no one is around you, say "baby I love you"
If you ain't runnin' game
Say my name, say my name
You actin' kinda shady
Ain't callin me baby
Why the sudden change?
Say my name, say my name
If no one is around you, say "baby I love you"
If you ain't runnin' game
Say my name, say my name
You actin' kinda shady
Ain't callin me baby
Better say my name

Any other day I would call, you would say
"Baby how's your day?"
But today it ain't the same
Every other word is uh huh, yea okay
Could it be that you are at the crib with another lady?
If you took it there, first of all, let me say
I am not the one to sit around and be played
So prove yourself to me
i'm the girl that you claim
Why don't you say the thangs
That you said to me yesterday?

(Chorus B)
I know you say that I am assuming things
Something's going down that's the way it seems
Shouldn't be the reason why you're acting strange
If nobody's holding you back from me
Cause I know how you usually do
When you say everything to me times two
Why can't you just tell the truth?
If somebody's there then tell me who

(Chorus A)

What's up with this?
Tell the truth, who you with
How would you like it if I came over with my clique
Don't try to change it now
Sayin' you gotta bounce
When two seconds ago, you said you just got in the house
It's hard to believe that you
are at home, by yourself
When I just heard the voice
Heard the voice of someone else
Just this question
Why do you feel you gotta lie?
Gettin' caught up in your game
When you can not say my name

(Chorus B)
(Chorus A)

(Where my ladies at) Yeah-yeah-yeah-yea-yeah
(Can you say that? C'mon) Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
(All the girls say) Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
(I can't hear ya) Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
(All the ladies say) Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah..yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
(All the girls say) Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

(Break it down) Ohh ooohh oh ooh ohhhh
(D.C., take it to the bridge c'mon)

(Chorus B)
(Chorus A until fade

Destiny's Child

the sea was rollin' in slate gray
I looked at you and I looked away
I was cryin'
because I was happy

I didn't want you to see
I was afraid of such mystery
and afraid of losing
so afraid of losing

later on on a balcony
we had a good talk and we felt free
I was comin' to you from far away
light was dim but you showed me the way
in your arms all I could say was
hey baby hey baby hey baby hey

my heart was torn I'd made up my mind
I'd keep to myself and just be kind
and need nothing
just need nothing

love my folks my kids my friends
and make it on through to the end
no more suffering
over loving

you get to me like old time religion did
in my heart when I was a kid
you're sweet gospel music to my ears
you know how to ease all my fears
and from my heart to yours all I can say is
hey baby hey baby hey baby hey

and as we go on through the deal I
I know that we won't always feel
real wonderful
life ain't like that

but I want to stay right by your side
check out the view enjoy the ride
together
with all our loved ones

I want to plant a little garden with you now
take care of a piece of the earth somehow
and tend it when we're old and gray and
try to straighten up and say, well,
I'm so glad to see you today
hey baby hey baby hey baby hey

Letty, you were talking moments in life that are so special that they will be with you for the rest of your life. Mine was a few days after meeting Dys. We were driving up to Denver and stopped at a bridge over the Rio Grande. We were looking out at the river, Dys behing me with his arms around me. I was crying because I knew that my life would never be the same, even if I didn't leave everything behind in Connecticut. As you know, I found the courage to make that move after a 34 year marriage. I'm living proof that life begins at 60. That bridge has more meaning than I would ever have thought possible.

I think we must have loved each other in a previous life, the feeling was so deep and enduring and almost familiar.

yes, dys. Afraid of losing. I certainly know that feeling, my friend.

Ah, Diane, We are so very happy for you, and that is true, right listeners?

It is wonderful to see two people meld and feel that togetherness, and yes, it does make me feel that predestination is not an elitist thing, but a real and true concept that has been twisted out of context.

For you and dys:


written by Nacio Herb Brown & Arthur Freed

Life was a song
You came along
I lay awake the whole night through

If I should dare
To think you care
This is what I'd say to you

You were meant for me
And I was meant for you

Nature fashioned you
And when she was done
You were all those good things
Rolled into one

You're like a plaintive melody
That never lets me be
I'm content the angels must have sent you
And they meant you just for me

You're like a plaintive melody
That never lets me be
I'm content the angels must have sent you
And they meant you just for me.

Well, listeners. I think that I just cried because I was happy for a fleeting moment.

ahem. Well listeners, have my self back together now, and for some crazy reason, I thought of playing this song for all of you who are looking down:

Lyrics



David Bowie


Don't look down
They're making sorta crazy sounds
Don't look down, no
Don't know who else came to kneel
On this empty battlefield
But when I hear that crazy sound, I don't look down
From Central Park to shanty town
I always hear that crazy sound
From New York to shanty town
There's always something else
Don't look down, no

I went this morning to the cemetary
To see old Rudy Valentino buried
Lipstick traces on his name
He never looked down
'Cause they were making crazy sounds
From Central Park to shanty town
He always heard that crazy sound
There's always something else
Don't look down, no

When I see you standing there
I can't see the clothes you wear
I just hear that crazy sound
And I can't look down
From Central Park to shanty town
I've always heard that crazy sound
From New York to shanty town
There's always something else
Don't look down, no
Don't look down
Don't look, don't look down

No I won't be bored I won't be there
Look at life it's no piece of cake
When I hear that crazy sound
I don't look down
From Central Park to shanty town
I always hear that crazy sound
From New York to shanty town
There's always something else
Don't look down
Don't look down, no
Well, don't look, don't look down

{{{{{{{{{{ Letty }}}}}}}}}}

Thank you, honey. The dearest thing in the world is to get a hug from a friend.

Remember Seal Poet's group hug thread? What a dear man.

Well, folks. Europe is asleep. What tribute can we send to them tonight?

Thinking now, and rummaging through our archives.

There's Steve and McTag and Francis and Walter and Kitchen Pete and Don1 and all of the others.

Prayer


Over a dock railing, I watch the minnows, thousands, swirl
themselves, each a minuscule muscle, but also, without the
way to create current, making of their unison (turning, re-
infolding,
entering and exiting their own unison in unison) making of themselves a
visual current, one that cannot freight or sway by
minutest fractions the water's downdrafts and upswirls, the
dockside cycles of finally-arriving boat-wakes, there where
they hit deeper resistance, water that seems to burst into
itself (it has those layers) a real current though mostly
invisible sending into the visible (minnows) arrowing
motion that forces change--
this is freedom. This is the force of faith. Nobody gets
what they want. Never again are you the same. The longing
is to be pure. What you get is to be changed. More and more by
each glistening minute, through which infinity threads itself,
also oblivion, of course, the aftershocks of something
at sea. Here, hands full of sand, letting it sift through
in the wind, I look in and say take this, this is
what I have saved, take this, hurry. And if I listen
now? Listen, I was not saying anything. It was only
something I did. I could not choose words. I am free to go.
I cannot of course come back. Not to this. Never.
It is a ghost posed on my lips. Here: never.

Jorie Graham who lives in France and teaches at Cambridge.

Oh, my goodness, listeners. How could we forget Spendius and Mathos and delightful Lord 'ellpus. If we missed anyone, forgive us we pray. <smile>

And now it's time for Letty to say goodnight.

If I have wounded any soul today,
If I have caused one foot to go astray,
If I have walked in my own wilful way,
Dear Lord, forgive.

My mama taught me that folks.

From Letty with love.

"Good Night My Love (Pleasant Dreams)"

Goodnight, my love
Pleasant dreams and sleep tight, my love
May tomorrow be sunny and bright
And bring you closer to me

Before you go
Please remember I need you so
And this love I have for me
Will never go cold

If you should awake in the still of the night
Please have no fear
Just close your eyes
Then you realize
That my love will watch over you, dear, always

Goodnight, my love
Pleasant dreams and sleep tight, my love
May tomorrow be sunny and bright
And bring you closer to me

If you should awake in the still of the night
Please have no fear
Just close your eyes
Then you realize
That my love will watch over you, dear, always

Goodnight, my love
Pleasant dreams and sleep tight, my love
May tomorrow be sunny and bright
And bring you closer to me

Goodnight Letty. It will be good to hear from you tomorrow.

I've been thinking of all the homeless people who have died because of the awful heat wave affecting most of the country. It brings to mind Paul Simon and Ladysmith Black Mombasa.


Emaweni webaba
Silale maweni
Webaba silale maweni
Webaba silale maweni
Webaba silale maweni
Webaba silale maweni
Webaba silale maweni
Webaba silale maweni
Webaba silale maweni
Webaba silale maweni
Webaba silale maweni

Homeless, homeless
Moonlight sleeping on a midnight lake
Homeless, homeless
Moonlight sleeping on a midnight lake
We are homeless, we are homeless
The moonlight sleeping on a midnight lake
And we are homeless, homeless, homeless
The moonlight sleeping on a midnight lake

Zio yami, zio yami, nhliziyo yami
Nhliziyo yami amakhaza asengi bulele
Nhliziyo yami, nhliziyo yami
Nhliziyo yami, angibulele amakhaza
Nhliziyo yami, nhliziyo yami
Nhliziyo yami somandla angibulele mama
Zio yami, nhliziyo yami
Nhliziyo yami, nhliziyo yami

Good morning, WA2K radio.

edgar, that was a beautiful goodnight song. Thank you, my friend.

Diane, I read about the horror of the homeless during this terrible heat wave. That song was exactly the keening sensation that we all feel. A lovely but sad evening plaint.

As the sun rises, listeners, I am reminded of this lovely poem:



The Secret Heart
Robert P. Tristram Coffin

Across the years he could recall
His father one way best of all.
In the stillest hour of night
The boy awakened to a light.
Half in dreams, he was his sire
With his great hands full of fire.
The man had struck a match to see
If his son slept peacefully.
He held his palms each side the spark
His love had kindled in the dark.
His two hands were curved apart
In the semblance of a heart.
He wore, it seemed to his small son,
A bare heart on his hidden one,
A heart that gave out such a glow
No son awake could bare to know.
It showed a look upon a face
Too tender for the day to trace.
One instant, it lit all about,
And then the secret heart went out.
But shone long enough for one
To know that hands held up the sun.