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Hey, listeners. Anyone remember what this line is from?

".....there's something narsty in the woodshed...."

Well, evidently, folks. My Carole King song must have pissed somebody off and they got relocated to a juvenile detention center.

My advice:

Get A JobThe Silhouettes lyrics

Yip-yip-yip-yip-yip-yip-yip
Shaaa, na-naa-na, shaaa, na-naa-na-na
(Baa-doo)
Shaaa, na-naa-na, shaaa, na-naa-na-na
(Baa-doo)
Shaaa, na-naa-na, shaaa, na-naa-na-na
(Baa-doo)
Shaaa, na-naa-na, shaaa, na-naa-na-na
Aaah, yip-yip-yip-yip-yip-yip-yip
Mum-mum-mum-mum-mum-mum
Get a job
Shaaa, na-naa-na, shaaa, na-naa-na-na

Every morning about this time
She get me out of my bed a-crying
Get a job
After breakfast, everyday
She throws the want ads right my way
And never fails to say
Get a job

Shaaa, na-naa-na, shaaa, na-naa-na-na
(Baa-doo)
Shaaa, na-naa-na, shaaa, na-naa-na-na
(Baa-doo)
Shaaa, na-naa-na, shaaa, na-naa-na-na
(Baa-doo)
Shaaa, na-naa-da, shaaa, na-naa-na-da
Aaah, yip-yip-yip-yip-yip-yip-yip
Mum-mum-mum-mum-mum-mum
Get a job
Shaaa, na-naa-da, shaaa, na-naa-na-da

Well, when I get the paper
I read it through and through
And my girl never fails to say
If there is any work for me
And then I go back to the house
I hear the woman's mouth
Preaching and a crying
Tell me that I'm lying about a job
(That I never could find)

Shaaa, na-naa-da, shaaa, na-naa-na-da
(Baa-doo)
Shaaa, na-naa-da, shaaa, na-naa-na-da
(Baa-doo)
Shaaa, na-naa-da, shaaa, na-naa-na-da
(Baa-doo)
Shaaa, na-naa-da, shaaa, na-naa-na-da
Aaah, yip-yip-yip-yip-yip-yip-yip
Mum-mum-mum-mum-mum-mum
Get a job
Shaaa, na-naa-da, shaaa, na-naa-na-da

---- Instrumental Interlude ----

Well, when I get the paper
I read it through and through
And my girl never fails to say
If there is any work for me
And then I go back to the house
I hear the woman's mouth
Preaching and a crying
Tell me that I'm lying about a job
(That I never could find)

Shaaa, na-naa-na, shaaa, na-naa-na-na
(Baa-doo)
Shaaa, na-naa-na, shaaa, na-naa-na-na
(Baa-doo)
Shaaa, na-naa-na, shaaa, na-naa-na-na
(Baa-doo)
Shaaa, na-naa-na, shaaa, na-naa-na-na
Aaah, yip-yip-yip-yip-yip-yip-yip
Mum-mum-mum-mum-mum-mum
Get a job
Shaaa, na-naa-na, shaaa, na-naa-na-na...

Natalie Merchant's "San Andreas Fault"



Go west
Paradise is there
You'll have all that you can eat
Of milk & honey over there

You'll be the brightest star
The world has ever seen
Sun-baked slender heroine
Of film & magazine

Go west
Paradise is there
You'll have all that you can eat
Of milk & honey over there

You'll be the brightest light
The world has ever seen
The dizzy height of a jet-set life
You could never dream

Your pale blue eyes
Strawberry hair
Lips so sweet
Skin so fair

Your future bright
Beyond compare
It's rags to riches
Over there

San Andreas Fault
Moved its fingers
Through the ground
Earth divided
Plates collided
Such an awful sound

San Andreas Fault
Moved its fingers
Through the ground
Terra cotta shattered
And the walls came
Tumbling down

O, promised land
O, wicked ground
Build a dream
Tear it down

O, promised land
What a wicked ground
Build a dream
Watch it all fall down

Ah, Tico. That was a great song, and a wee bit sad, no?

Okay, listeners. We need to blame somebody, so why not Mame:



PUT THE BLAME ON MAME


When Mrs. O'Leary's cow kicked the lantern
In Chicago town
They say that started the fire
That burned Chicago down
That's the story that went around
But here's the real low-down
Put the blame on Mame, boys
Put the blame on Mame
Mame kissed a buyer from out of town
That kiss burned Chicago down
So you can put the blame on Mame, boys
Put the blame on Mame

When they had the earthquake in San Francisco
Back in nineteen-six
They said that ol' Mother Nature
Was up to her old tricks
That's the story that went around
But here's the real low-down
Put the blame on Mame, boys
Put the blame on Mame
One night she started to shimmy-shake
That brought on the Frisco quakes
So you can put the blame on Mame, boys
Put the blame on Mame

Angel From Montgom'ry

I am an old woman named after my mother
My old man is another child that's grown old
If dreams were lightning thunder was desire
This old house would have burnt down a long time ago

Make me an angel that flies from montgom'ry
Make me a poster of an old rodeo
Just give me one thing that I can hold on to
To believe in this living is just a hard way to go

When I was a young girl well, I had me a cowboy
He weren't much to look at, just free rambling man
But that was a long time and no matter how I try
The years just flow by like a broken down dam.

Make me an angel that flies from montgom'ry
Make me a poster of an old rodeo
Just give me one thing that I can hold on to
To believe in this living is just a hard way to go

There's flies in the kitchen I can hear 'em there buzzing
And I ain't done nothing since I woke up today.
How the hell can a person go to work in the morning
And come home in the evening and have nothing to say.

Make me an angel that flies from montgom'ry
Make me a poster of an old rodeo
Just give me one thing that I can hold on to
To believe in this living is just a hard way to go

John Prine

Things don't seem to be looking up, folks. Montana's ex died. That, of course means her son has lost his father. Well, we have all gotten through some bad times.

Anyway, Here are the movies that I mentioned earlier:

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0328137/

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0091019/

Ok, so let's listen to some more music, WA2K radio. What's your pleasure?

Rex, Another allusion stateside. Thanks, my friend. Some of the most beautiful songs in the world are written about where we live, no?

Mobile Alabama
Sweet home Alabama
Georgia on my mind
Moonlight in Vermont
Stars Fell on Alabama

and the list goes on.

Hey, all. What's your favorite song about where you live?

If you don't mind, I could offer up this little tune:


"Wichita Lineman," by Glen Campbell

I am a lineman for the county.
And I drive the mainroad.
Lookin' in the sun for another overload.

I hear you singing in the wire.
I can hear you thru the whine.
And the Wichita Lineman,
is still on the line.

I know I need a small vacation.
But it don't look like rain.
And if it snows that stretch down south,
won't ever stand the strain.

And I need you more than want you.
And I want you for all time.
And the Wichita Lineman,
is still on the line.

Leamington is about 28 kilometers from where i live

The Ketchup Song
Stompin Tom Connors

There was a guy from PEI they used to call Potato
He met this young Leamington Ontario Tomato
But he had eyes for other girls & she was a little mushy
So they said well let's get wed there's no sense being fussy

Chorus
Big sized french fries-how they love Tomatoes
So dress em up with Heinz Ketchup-(Ketchup loves Potatoes) (X2)

Well he went down to Windsor town to buy a ring on Monday
Saturday they said OK we'll cut the cake on Sunday
But Sunday came and what a shame-They had no one to fetch it
Without a cake they just sat and ate-Potato chips and ketchup

Chorus (X2)

And so this guy from PEI they used to call Potato
Got two boys and a little girl-Two spuds & one Tomato
They romp and run around Leamington and boy when they get hungry
The bottle drips all over the chips way down in the ketchup country.

Chorus (X2)

You know, Tico, I love Glen Campbell and the background on that song; the zining sound makes it perfect.

Hey, Canada. The Catsup song you mean? Heh! Heh! I love it. So Leamington is not far from you, then?

Do you say toMAYto or toMA(broad a)to, Toronto?<smile>

You know, folks, I think we can blame it on Virginia Dare, 'cause most of the songs come from the Brits. (Where is McTag, anyway)

I like this one, however:


When I was young and in my prime (in my prime!),
I left my home in caroline.
Now all I do is sit and pine, for all those folks I left behind.

I got the blue ridge mountain blues, and I sat right here to say,
"my grip is packed to travel, and I'm back to ramble,(scratching gravel)
To my blue ridge far away."

I'm goin' to stay right by my pa, I'm goin' to do right by my ma,
I'll hang around the cabin door, no work or worry anymore.

I got the blue ridge mountain blues, goin' to see my old oak tree,
Gonna hunt the possum where the corn cob blossom,
In my blue ridge far away.
Woo!

I see a haze of snowy white, I see a window with light,
I seem to hear them both sigh, "where is my wand'rin boy tonight? "

I got the blue ridge mountain blues, and I stay right here to say,
"every day I'm countin' 'til I climb that mountain,
In my blue ridge far away."

And the only one I know about Florida, Aggie has already sung. Moon over Miami.

On The Trail Of The Lonesome Pine -- Way Out West --1937

On a mountain in Virginia stands a lonesome pine

Just below , is the cabin home of a little girl of mine .

Her name is June and very , very soon she'll belong to me

For I know she's waiting there for me 'neath that lone pine tree .

In the blue ridge mountains of Virginia , on the trail of the lonesome pine,

In the pale moonshine , our hearts entwine

Where she carved her name and I carved mine

Oh June , like the mountains I'm blue

Like the pine I am lonesome for you

In the blue ridge mountains of virginia

On the trail of the lonesome pine

"Rainy Night In Georgia"

(As recorded by Brook Benton)
TONY JOE WHITE

Hoverin' by my suitcase
Tryin' to find a warm place to spend the night
A heavy rain a-fallin'
Seems to hear your voice callin', it's all right.

A rainy night in Georgia
A rainy night in Georgia
I believe it's raining all over the world.

How many times have I wondered
It still comes out the same
No matter how you look at it
You just got to do your own thing.

Neon signs a-flashing
Taxi cabs and buses passing through the night
The distant moanin' of the train
Seems to play a sad refrain to the night.

A rainy night in Georgia
A rainy night in Georgia
I believe it's raining all over the world.

I find me a place in a box car
So I take out my guitar and pass some time
Late at night when it's hard to rest
I hold your picture to my chest
And I'm all right.

A rainy night in Georgia
A rainy night in Georgia
I believe it's raining all over the world.

(c) Copyright 1969 by Combine Music Corp.

- SONG HITS, Summer 1974.

Song of Wyoming

Well, Im weary and tired, Ive done my days ridin
Nighttime is rollin my way
The skys all on fire and the lights slowly fading
Peaceful and still ends the day
Out on the trail night birds are callin
Singin their wild melody
Down in the canyon cottonwood whispers
A Song of Wyoming for me

Well, Ive wandered around the town and the city
Tried to figure the how and the why
Well, Ive stopped all my schemin
Im just driftin and dreamin
Watching the river roll by
Here comes that big ole prairie moon risin
Shinin down bright as can be
Up on the hill theres a coyote singin
A Song of Wyoming for me

Now its whiskey and tobacco and bitter black coffee
A lonesome old dogie am I
But wakin up on the range
Lord I feel like an angel
Free like I almost could fly
Drift like a cloud out over the badlands
Sing like a bird in the tree
The wind in the sage sounds like heaven singin
A Song of Wyoming for me
A Song of Wyoming for me

Words and music by Kent Lewis

King Of The Road Lyrics
Artist: Roger Miller

Trailer for sale or rent
Rooms to let...fifty cents.
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but..two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road.

Third boxcar, midnight train
Destination...Bangor, Maine.
Old worn out clothes and shoes,
I don't pay no union dues,
I smoke old stogies I have found
Short, but not too big around
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road.

I know every engineer on every train
All of their children, and all of their names
And every handout in every town
And every lock that ain't locked
When no one's around.

I sing,
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road.

Ah, Bob. Both of those songs reflect my little corner of Florida.

Right now, we have storming heavens, listeners.

I read a book a long time ago called Storming Heavens. It was proof that evangelical Christians were as jagged then as they are now.

I hope John of Virginia is all right.

I was searching for a ballad, but all I came up with is this:

The Wreck of 1256"

The Wreck of 1256
Researcher Paul Shue interviewed Sidney Dillard, the locomotive fireman, 45 years after the derailment of the 1256 along the James River in 1925. Dillard recalled the weather was cold and snowy the evening the train left Clifton Forge, traveling downstream along the river. At the community of Iron Gate, just outside of Clifton Forge, the 1256 pulled onto a siding to allow a westbound passenger train to pass, then proceeded on toward Richmond. Further down the line the 1256 rounded a curve and ran upon a rock slide which had buried the tracks just after the passenger train had traveled the same stretch. The locomotive left the tracks and rolled into the river. Dillard and the engineer, Sam Anderson, made it to safety, but the brakeman was killed.

A twilight poem:


Alfred Tennyson



SUNSET and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.

Tennyson- The man whose heart would not burn.

Rex, I missed your Wyoming song, and King of the Road is a great hobo melody.

Well, someone from Wyoming called in this request, but he's a fugitive:

Why, oh why, did I ever leave Wyoming?
Why, oh why, did I ever have to go?
Why, oh why, did I ever leave Wyoming?
Cause there's a sherriff back there,
Lookin' for me high and low,
And high and low

My uncle max in Cheyenne swears he's honest as the sun;
He worked six years in a bathhouse, and he never took a one.
The sherrif finally caught him and no more will uncle roam;
They caught him working in a bank and taking samples home. Oh,

(chorus)
Why oh why did I ever leave Wyoming...

I have been in the pub this evening, that's where.

A man doth not live by culture alone.

Pub culture is as good as any Anglo-Saxon flintstones :wink:

Hey Rex of the Road, I love to sing that when I hit the karaoke trail on Friday and Saturday night. Everyone seems to love it. Here's one that a lot of women request because they've heard their fathers sing it.

Artist: Tennessee Ernie Ford
Song: Sixteen Tons

Some people say a man is made outta mud
A poor man's made outta muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's a-weak and a back that's strong

You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store

I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine
I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine
I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal
And the straw boss said "Well, a-bless my soul"

You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store

I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain
Fightin' and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake* by an ol' mama lion
Cain't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line

You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store

If you see me comin', better step aside
A lotta men didn't, a lotta men died
One fist of iron, the other of steel
If the right one don't a-get you, then the left one will

You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store

Oh, my Gawd, McTag. I love it! Here's a pub song for our favorite Brit:

I went to an ale-house I used to frequent
And I told the landlady my money was spent.
I asked her for credit, she answered me "nay
Such a custom as yours I could have any day."

Chorus

I took from my pocket ten sovereigns bright
And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight.
She said "I have whiskey and wines of the best
And the words that I spoke sure were only in jest."

Chorus

I'll go home to my lady confess what I've done
And I'll ask her to pardon her prodigal hon.
And if she caresses as ofttimes before
Sure I never will play the wild rover no more.

Missed Walter's brief cameo on the pub culture. Come on Germany, give us a song with a wink.

Well, listeners, that only leaves Paris, and methinks he's doing a bit of pubbin' himself.

Earlier, Bob was talking about cheap perfume, and I just remembered that my Mom thought it delightful to get Evening in Paris perfume and a box of chocolate covered cherries.

Women were easier to please in those days, me thinks.

Hey, BioBob. Be certain that you sing a song for us.

Mr. Tambourine Man
The Byrds

(Words and music by Bob Dylan)

Hey Mister Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm goin' to
Hey Mister Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning, I'll come followin' you

Take me for a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship
All my senses have been stripped
And my hands can't feel to grip
And my toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin'

I'm ready to go anywhere I'm ready for to fade
On to my own parade cast your dancin' spell my way
I promise to go under it

Hey Mister Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm goin' to
Hey Mister Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning, I'll come followin' you