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Ah, there's our Raggedy with her celeb updates, and I was all ready for Ian Anderson, gal.

Tull
Song Title: Skating away on the thin ice of the new day
Album: War Child


Meanwhile back in the year one,
When you belonged to no one,
You didn't stand a chance, son,
If your pants were undone.

'Cause you were bred, for humanity
And sold to society
One day you'll wake up, in the present day
A million generations removed from expectations
Of being who you really want to be.

Skating away, skating away, skating away,
On the thin ice of the new day

So as you push off from the shore,
Won't you turn your head once more
And make your peace with everyone.
For those who choose to stay
Will live just one more day,
To do the things they should've done.
And as you cross the wilderness,
Spinning in your emptiness
If you have to, pray.
Looking for a sign, that the universal minds
Has written you into the passion play.

Skating away, skating away, skating away
On the thin ice of the new day

And as you cross the circle line,
Well the ice wall creaks behind
You're a rabbit on the run.
And the silver splinters fly
In the corner of your eye,
Shining in the setting sun.
Well do you ever get the feeling
That the story's too damn real
And in the present tense.
Or that everbody's on the stage
And it seems like you're the only
Person sitting in the audience

Skating away, skating away, skating away
On the thin ice of the new day

Skating away, skating away, skating away.

Pretty thin ice out there, right listeners?

And there's that Antonio Banderas. I do believe that the last thing that I saw him in was Philadelphia. Great movie.

Jethro Tull, gosh. That take me back. Ian Anderson, he was a bit touched, no? Brilliant chap.

That name, Jethro Tull, I think was taken from a hero of a peasants' or workers' movement, pre-industrial revolution. Weaving or spinning or something. Am I right?

Jack Haley
b. August 10, 1899 in South Boston, Massachusetts.


"Picture me, a balcony, above a voice sings low...
I hear a beat, how sweet!"

Jack Haley's heart first started to beat on August 10, 1899 in South Boston, Massachusetts. One of two sons of parents John Joseph Haley and Ellen F. Curly, the Haley family had a rather rough start, as John died when Jack and his brother were very young. After John's death, Ellen struggled to support the boys.

Against his Mother's wishes, stage struck Haley "ran away to New York...to escape the jeers that everyone directed at my plans for a stage career." New York was too rough on Haley, so he went to Philadelphia, where it was easier to find opportunities to work. Shortly after this move, he became part of a Vaudeville act. Haley's success in Vaudeville, sent him to every Vaudeville's player's dream, The Palace Theatre in New York.

Three years after his first appearance at The Palace Theatre, Haley felt he was ready for Broadway. During ten years of the traditional work and heart break, Haley would marry Florence McFadden between shows on February 25, 1921 and would become a big success in "Take A Chance," which earned the attention of film studio, Twentieth Century Fox.

In Hollywood, Haley's career for the most part, was full of small budget film roles and bit parts. Haley did have some memorable roles, however, with Shirley Temple and Alice Faye, one of his best films being "Wake Up And Live" as well as a wonderful part in "Alexander's Ragtime Band." The film that he is known for though, is of course "The Wizard of Oz."

Although his experiences on the "Oz" set were not always fond, he lit up the screen with a magic that will never fade. Certainly his efforts as the "Tin Man" were and are genuinely appreciated, as "The Wizard of Oz" is one of the most beloved and watched films of all time. Margaret Hamilton once said:

"There was a sweetness about Jack. He did a job with the Tin Woodsman that's never gotten the acclaim that it should. He was inside that armor, and it was only his eyes and his personality that made the Tin Woodman so endearing. He was so perfect for that person who always wanted a heart. I believed him thoroughly. I always believe that a heart was the most important thing to Jack."

Haley would certainly prove this true, as he gave so much to charity. And though not many films came after "Oz" he was able to continue to give through the great profits of his real estate. Jack Benny once said that "Every time you drive down Wilshire Boulevard, you're trespassing on Jack Haley's property."

In addition to his own contributions to charity and entertainment, Haley's son continued the tradition in bringing back his Father's era and genre, with "That's Entertainment." With the revial in interest since, Jack Haley's heartening performance as the Tin Man, as well as other roles are preserved for generation and generation to come.

Jack Haley's ticker gave out (almost ironically due to a heart attack) on June 6, 1979, leaving his wife Florence and son Jack Haley, Jr. (who was then married to co-star, Judy Garland's, daughter, a star in her own right, Liza Minelli).

Jack Haley certainly earned his heart in "Oz" and has been stealing the hearts of generation after generation since!





Compilation, text, original artwork © 2000-2005 Ginny Sayre

http://www.reeljewels.com/haley/HaleyBio.htm


We're off to see the Wizard, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz.
You'll find he is a whiz of a Wiz! If ever a Wiz! there was.
If ever oh ever a Wiz! there was The Wizard of Oz is one because,
Because, because, because, because, because.
Because of the wonderful things he does.
We're off to see the Wizard. The Wonderful Wizard of Oz.

McTag, I think you're right about the derivation of Jethro Tull, buddy, but I'm not certain. I like Bungle in the Jungle as well.

Well, listeners, here's Boston Bob with a neat remembrance of The Tin Man. Hmmm. Wasn't there a broadway adaptation of The Wizard of Oz called The Wiz? Seems to me, folks, that one song from that was Life ain't Nothin' to the Tin Man.

Well, folks. I have ordinary stuff to do, so I'll check back in later.

Station break:

This is cyberspace, WA2K radio.

Oops! Missed Letty's Marblehead question. Marblehead, Ma. is a little north of Boston, Hull where I live is a little south of Boston. My ex Solveig bought a condo there so I go up every once in a while when she needs some help (she still thinks she owns me).

Well, Bob. Don't you just hate to be owned? Interest rates are rising again. Thanks, Boston. Skipper Ireson's ride obviously generated from Marblehead.

Incidentally, listeners. Here's a reference to The Wiz:


http://www.kiddiematinee.com/w-wiz.html

I'll keep searching for that song, "Life Ain't Nothin' to the Tin Man."

Well, while you're looking, here's another song about the Tin Man.


"Tin Man" - America

Sometimes late when things are real
And people share the gift of gab between themselves
Some are quick to take the bait
And catch the perfect prize that waits among the shelves

But oz never did give nothing to the tin man
That he didn't, didn't already have
And cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of sir galahad.

So please believe in me
When I say I'm spinning round, round, round, round
Smoke glass stain bright color
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsuds green like bubbles

Oh, oz never did give nothing to the tin man
That he didn't, didn't already have
And cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of sir galahad

So please believe in me
When I say I'm spinning round, round, round, round
Smoke glass stain bright color
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsuds green like bubbles

No, oz never did give nothing to the tin man
That he didn't, didn't already have
And cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of sir galahad

So please believe in me

Found it, folks. No wonder I couldn't find the song earlier. I was searching for the wrong title:


Tin Man

Sometimes late
When things are real
And the people share the gift of gab
Between themselves

Some are quick
To take the bait
And the catch the perfect prize
That waits among the shells

But Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didn't, didn't already have
And Cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad

So please
Believe in me

When I say I'm spinning round, round, round, round
Smoke glass stain'd bright colors
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsud green like bubbles

Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didn't, didn't already have
And Cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad

So please
Believe in me

When I say I'm spinning round, round, round, round
Smoke glass stain'd bright colors
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsud green like bubbles

No, Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didn't, didn't already have
And Cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad

So please believe in me

Wow! I love it!

Oh, my, Tico. We just played back to back versions. I love that, too.

Hey, McTag requested it.

Anti-Bush Song Will Make Stones Album
Anti-Bush Song Will Make Stones Album
Paul Cashmere

One of the Rolling Stones most political songs ever, 'Sweet Neo Con' will be included on the final track listing for the band's forthcoming 'A Bigger Bang' album. The lyrics are a direct attack on the US president, calling him a hypocrite. "You call yourself a Christian, I call you a hypocrite/You call yourself a patriot, well I think you're full of ...." states the lyrics. "It is direct," Mick Jagger told Newsweek....

Well, BBB. Them musicians have always been rebels, just as Willie's heroes have always been cowboys.

Folks, you hear it all right here on WA2K radio.

I think McTag may be the goodwill ambassador from Europe as neither Walter nor Francis has put in an appearance.

Let's see, folks. What shall we do to coax them back? I've run out of songs and ideas.

Hey, staff. Front and center. we need a round table discussion.

I just re-read Tam O'Shanter and must say, that Burns' speak is almost as difficult to decipher as French and German. HOWEVER let's see what we can find out about the eldritch vapor or John Barleycorn.

Here tis, folks:


There was three kings into the east,
Three kings both great and high,
And they hae sworn a solemn oath
John Barleycorn should die.

They took a plough and plough'd him down,
Put clods upon his head,
And they hae sworn a solemn oath
John Barleycorn was dead.

But the cheerful Spring came kindly on,
And show'rs began to fall;
John Barleycorn got up again,
And sore surpris'd them all.

The sultry suns of Summer came,
And he grew thick and strong,
His head weel arm'd wi' pointed spears,
That no one should him wrong.

The sober Autumn enter'd mild,
When he grew wan and pale;
His bending joints and drooping head
Show'd he began to fail.

His coulour sicken'd more and more,
He faded into age;
And then his enemies began
To show their deadly rage.

They've taen a weapon, long and sharp,
And cut him by the knee;
Then ty'd him fast upon a cart,
Like a rogue for forgerie.

They laid him down upon his back,
And cudgell'd him full sore;
They hung him up before the storm,
And turn'd him o'er and o'er.

They filled up a darksome pit
With water to the brim,
They heaved in John Barleycorn,
There let him sink or swim.

They laid him out upon the floor,
To work him farther woe,
And still, as signs of life appear'd,
They toss'd him to and fro.

They wasted, o'er a scorching flame,
The marrow of his bones;
But a Miller us'd him worst of all,
For he crush'd him between two stones.

And they hae taen his very heart's blood,
And drank it round and round;
And still the more and more they drank,
Their joy did more abound.

John Barleycorn was a hero bold,
Of noble enterprise,
For if you do but taste his blood,
'Twill make your courage rise.

'Twill make a man forget his woe;
'Twill heighten all his joy:
'Twill make the widow's heart to sing,
Tho' the tear were in her eye.

Then let us toast John Barleycorn,
Each man a glass in hand;
And may his great posterity
Ne'er fail in old

Letty, interesting to contrast Burns with Steve Winwood's version:

There were three men came out of the west, their fortunes for to try
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn must die
They've plowed, they've sown, they've harrowed him in
Threw clods upon his head
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn was dead

They've let him lie for a very long time, 'til the rains from heaven did fall
And little Sir John sprung up his head and so amazed them all
They've let him stand 'til Midsummer's Day 'til he looked both pale and wan
And little Sir John's grown a long long beard and so become a man
They've hired men with their scythes so sharp to cut him off at the knee
They've rolled him and tied him by the way, serving him most barbarously
They've hired men with their sharp pitchforks who've pricked him to the heart
And the loader he has served him worse than that
For he's bound him to the cart

They've wheeled him around and around a field 'til they came onto a pond
And there they made a solemn oath on poor John Barleycorn
They've hired men with their crabtree sticks to cut him skin from bone
And the miller he has served him worse than that
For he's ground him between two stones

And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl and his brandy in the glass
And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl proved the strongest man at last
The huntsman he can't hunt the fox nor so loudly to blow his horn
And the tinker he can't mend kettle or pots without a little barleycorn

Wow, Yit. Fantastic, right listeners? Oral traditions are the best of all, because they vary across cultures.

I found this interesting difference on Bob's favorite site:

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.
For the web comic, see Faux Pas (web comic).
A faux pas (IPA /ˌfoʊˈpɑː/, plural: faux pas /ˌfoʊˈpɑː(z)/) is a violation of accepted, although unwritten, social rules. Faux pas vary widely from culture to culture and what is considered good manners in one culture can be considered a faux pas in another. For example, in English-speaking Western countries it is usually considered good manners to bring a bottle of wine when coming to someone's house for dinner. In France, however, this is considered insulting as it suggests the hosts are unable to provide their own good wine. However, bringing flowers to the hostess is never a faux pas, although you sometimes need to be careful which kind of flowers you bring.


Origin of term
The term comes from French and literally means "false step". However, it is a formal rather than everyday expression in French and does not generally have the figurative meaning used in English. It is occasionally employed to describe a physical loss of balance or general mistakes (for instance: mes faux pas dans la vie, the mistakes I made in my life). If you use faux pas with the English meaning in France, people may think you are making a slight grammatical mistake with faut pas, the colloquial pronunciation of il ne faut pas, meaning must not in English. For faux pas with the English meaning, the French would usually say gaffe or erreur.

Of course in mountainese they say fox paws.

Hey, BBB. Thanks for the full bio on The Rolling Stones. Ah, well. I can see why it doesn't bother Mick to do the political parody.

Speaking of Toronto, folks. Here's a true and funny animal story:




In Toronto Peter Lerat, 33, was arrested by Canadian authorities when he was found to be using animals as hostages. He was initially arrested for threatening to hit a raccoon on the head if passers by didn't give him any money. It was soon discovered that Lerat was already wanted by police for using a goose in a robbery.

Walter is playing host to Steve and Mrs Steve at the moment...but will probably post from time to time, despite that.

A thought:
They all laughed at Wilbur and his brother,
When they said that man could fly...

Did you know that?

Jethro Tull- 17th Century- invented the seed drill.
Top geezer.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/history/historic_figures/tull_jethro.shtml

Thanks, McTag. I know the line--it's from Who's Got the Last Laugh Now.

Well, upon my word. So Tull was of the gentry, was he, and invented the seed drill. A lot different from the thing that did in John Henry. <smile>

Yep, I was aware that Walter was entertaining the Steves. Even sent him a song. <smile>

You might want to know a funny animal story about the Scotts:



In Scotland employees of a large pet shop have been told to stop licking the backs of the pet toads that are on display in the shop.
It is thought that the employees had read a book which described the hallucinogenic secretions on the toad's skin and decided to have a go. Unfortunately none of the staff suffered any ill effects.

re. your Scots' story: could this be the basis of the Frog Prince tale?