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and one actual song (well actually at the hop is a real song)

Let's Pretend We're Bunny Rabbits
Stephen Merritt

If you knew how I long
for you now that you're gone
you'd grow wings and fly
home to me
home tonight
and in the morning sun

Let's pretend we're bunny rabbits
Let's do it all day long
Let abbots, Babbitts and Cabots
say Mother Nature's wrong
and when we've had a coupla beers
we'll put on bunny suits
I long to nibble your ears
and do as bunnies do

Let's pretend we're bunny rabbits
Let's do it all day long
rapidly becoming rabid
singing little rabbit songs
I can keep it up all night
I can keep it up all day
Let's pretend we're bunny rabbits
until we pass away
Let's pretend we're bunny rabbits
until we pass away

some jazz tunes on this theme:

Cottontail - Duke Ellington, a classic
Young Rabbits - The Jazz Crusaders, nice hard bop (or is it hop)
I can't get started - Bunny Berigan, another classic

My word, listeners. I haven't been getting updates from my manager.

I need to have a serious talk with that bitch. (trained dog, you know)

Well, Bob. It pays to be straight with the profs(sometimes) Good for you. Did the PhD deign to pay you?

Oh, my goodness, teach. Try that on your students. <smile>

Wow! Diane, That's my alligator. How did he wind up in Argentina?

Great amphibian song by the Grateful Dead, incidentally. thanks, honey!

Bob, I heard that a little differently. The rabbit who washed his...well, you can guess the rest.

Er, dj. Do what? Heh! Heh!

Love them puns, too, Canada.

Yit, Did I tell you that you were a clever turtle? Teenage mutant, however.

Thanks, each and every one of you for your delightful contributions that keep our station hoppin'

well i'm assuming the singer is refering to hopping around in big bunny suits, maybe nibbling some lettuce, eating some carrots, that kind of thing :wink:

this is a real song too, well a parody of a real song

You're Getting To Be A Rabbit With Me
Allan Sherman
(Parody of "You're Getting To Be A Habit With Me" by Bing Crosby w/ Guy Lombardo)

Though you once were the best bunny at the Playboy Club,
You're getting to be a rabbit with me.
I just sit there and stare as you hop from shrub to shrub.
You're getting to be a rabbit with me.

When I proposed to you that evening last spring,
You said you'd be my mate.
So I went out and bought a two-carat ring,
And both of them you ate!

Then your ears grew an inch, and your nose began to twitch,
And I noticed your tail was attached permanently.
So I keep you in the back yard, in a wooden hutch,
'Cause you're getting to be a little too much.
Like Bugs Bunny,
You're getting to be a rabbit with me.

I feel like something's switching,
It's all so strange and new.
Egad, my nose is twitching,
I'm a rabbit too!
I'm getting to be a rabbit,
Hippity hop, I love you,
I'm getting to be a rabbit like you.

Move over honey, and pass the lettuce!

Somebody Told Me
The Killers

Breaking my back just to know your name
Seventeen tracks and I've had it with this game
I'm breaking my back just to know your name
But heaven ain't close in a place like this
Anything goes but don't blink you might miss
Cause heaven ain't close in a place like this
I said heaven ain't close in a place like this
Bring it back down, bring it back down tonight
Never thought I'd let a rumour ruin my moonlight

Well somebody told me
You had a boyfriend
Who looks like a girlfriend
That I had in February of last year
It's not confidential
I've got potential

Ready? Let's roll onto something new
Taking its toll and I'm leaving without you
Ready? Let's roll onto something new
But heaven ain't close in a place like this
Anything goes but don't blink you might miss

Cause heaven ain't close in a place like this
I said heaven ain't close in a place like this
Bring it back down, bring it back down tonight
Never thought I'd let a rumour ruin my moonlight

Well somebody told me
You had a boyfriend
Who looks like a girlfriend
That I had in February of last year
It's not confidential
I've got potential
A rushin', a rushin' around

Pace yourself from me
I said maybe baby please
But I just don't know now

Somebody told me
You had a boyfriend
Who looks like a girlfriend
That I had in February of last year
It's not confidential
I've got potential
A rushin', a rushin' around


well that's a song by the killers, now how about some songs about killers

The Adverts, a Brittish punk band, penned this number after reading an article about Gary Gilmore's corneas being used as transplants

Gary Gilmore's Eyes
The Adverts

I'm lying in a hospital,
I'm pinned against the bed.
A stethoscope upon my heart,
A hand against my head.
They're peeling off the bandages.
I'm wincing in the light.
The nurse is looking anxious,
And she's quivering in fright...

I'm looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes.

The doctors are avoiding me.
My vision is confused.
I listen to my earphones,
And I catch the evening news.
A murderer's been killed,
And he donates his sight to science.
I'm locked into a private ward.
I realise that I must be...

Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes.

Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes.

I smash the light in anger.
Push my bed against the door.
I close my lids across my eyes,
And wish to see no more.
The eye receives the messages,
And sends them to the brain.
No guarantee the stimuli must be perceived the same...

When looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes.

Gary don't need his eyes to see.
Gary and his eyes have parted company.

*************************************

The Boomtown Rats were at a US radio station for an interview when the story of Brenda Spencer came over the news wire. The 16 year old California high school student made headlines when she grabbed her father's gun and opened fire on her school from a house across the street, injuring eight students and killing the school's principal and custodian. When later asked why she'd gone on the shooting spree, she responded "I don't like Mondays."


I Don't Like Mondays
The Boomtown Rats

The silicon chip inside her head
Gets switched to overload.
And nobody's gonna go to school today,
She's going to make them stay at home.
And daddy doesn't understand it,
He always said she was as good as gold.
And he can see no reason
'Cause there are no reasons
What reason do you need to be shown?

Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
I want to shoot
The whole day down.

The telex machine is kept so clean
As it types to a waiting world.
And mother feels so shocked,
Father's world is rocked,
And their thoughts turn to
Their own little girl.
Sweet 16 ain't so peachy keen,
No, it ain't so neat to admit defeat.
They can see no reasons
'Cause there are no reasons
What reason do you need to be shown?

Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
I want to shoot
The whole day down.

All the playing's stopped in the playground now
She wants to play with her toys a while.
And school's out early and soon we'll be learning
And the lesson today is how to die.
And then the bullhorn crackles,
And the captain crackles,
With the problems and the how's and why's.
And he can see no reasons
'Cause there are no reasons
What reason do you need to die?

Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
I want to shoot
The whole day down.

Oh, of course, dj. Now I understand about the rabbits.

I swear, listeners. our dj and his songs with references are soooooo neat, right? Now, however, you will have to explain to me, and perhaps others exactly who Gary Gilmore is, as we are too weary to rummage through the archives. Also, Canada. How about Brenda Spencer. Now Allan Sherman we all know. <smile>

And while dj lags around morphin', here's a neat song about dancing furniture and stuff:


WE JUST COULDN'T SAY GOODBYE


We thought that love was over,
That we were really through,
I said I didn't love her,
That we'd begin anew
And you can all believe me,
We sure intended to,
But we just couldn't say goodbye.

The chair and then the sofa,
They broke right down and cried,
The curtains started wavin'
For me to come inside.
I tell you confidentially,
The tears were hard to hide,
And we just couldn't say goodbye.






The clock was striking twelve o'clock
It smiled on us below,
With folded hands it seemed to say,
"We'll miss you if you go."

So I went back and kissed her,
And when I looked around,
The room was singin' love songs,
And dancing up and down.
And now we're both so happy,
Because at last we've found.
That we just couldn't say goodbye.

gary gilmore was exectued by firing squad in the state of Utah, it was his choice. he could have chosen to be hung. I'm guessing about 1969.

That's right, dys. Tommy Lee Jones did a movie about him.

Tommy Jones mounted to the cabin,
Tommy Jones, they took him out the can,
Tommy Jones, mounted to the cabin,
Took his farewell trip into the promised land.

Ah, folks this has been a fun evening, and I'm not even gonna get maudlin.

Goodnight all you great radioers.

From Letty with love.

Nighty-night
Don't let the bedbugs bite . . .

Rabbits versus Romans. Who would win? You could be wrong.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/2149112.stm

It was a real nice clambake.
We're mighty glad we came.
The vittels we et
were good, you bet.
The company was the same.

Carousel

Letty thanks for inquiring about me

Here is one of my latest..
I will post an MP3 of it when the music is finished...

Nice puma, turtles and alligator


Jimmy D'

Here is a song about Jimmy D'

He wanders the trails
Of the old mountain creek
He know stories of woods
That no man could speak

Of the winter nights and frozen estuary
Setting traps and shooting wild game
Living with nature
Living with nature
Live, living with nature
A sole that a simple life could never tame

A chase to the death
The solitude of the mountain
The fierce killer within
The mountain never told you D'
You can never go home
You were really not free

(Solo)

One night
Jimmy D' was gone
They found his cabin empty
And the Ford out on the lawn
Food in the pantry wood for the stove
They say the mountain took him
For all the terror he drove her to…
Jimmy D' in the hills still may be
Hunted by his own misery
That he could clearly see…

He wanders the trails
Of the old mountain creek
He know stories of woods
That no man could speak

Of the winter nights and frozen estuary
Setting traps and shooting wild game
Living with nature
Living with nature
Live, living with nature
A sole that a simple life could never tame

Eric Pedersen (rexred)
2005

Good morning, WA2K radio.

First may I say to Setanta that nothing bit last night, not even Katrina although Miami seemed to have gotten hit.

McTag. That piece was unbelievable! I wonder if anyone has thought about little foxes to control the rabbits.

Rex, it is great to see you back in our studio on your carousel. <smile>
Fantastic lyrics, my friend. I could feel them as I am certain that our audience could as well. Thanks for sharing them with us, buddy.

Bob, that bio on Peggy Guggenheim was inspiring. Very good reading, Boston, and a tribute to Peggy's devotion. Didn't Frank Lloyd Wright design the Guggenheim museum in New York? If I recall correctly, that structure was intended to show the works of living artists.

It's still dark here, listeners, and the sky is dappled with clouds as the fronds of my palms stand in sharp relief against nature's back drop.

THE DAY THE RAINS CAME - Jane Morgan

The day that the rains came down
Mother Earth smiled again
Now the lilacs could bloom
Now the fields could grow greener

The day that the rains came down
Buds were born, love was born
As the young buds will grow
So our young love will grow
Love, sweet love

A robin sang a song of love
A willow tree reached up to the heavens
As if to thank the sky above
For all that rain
That welcome rain

We looked across the meadowland
And seemed to sense a kind of a miracle
Much too deep to understand
And there we were, so much in love

The day that the rains came down
Mountain streams swelled with pride
Gone the dry river bed
Gone the dust from the valley

The day that the rains came down
Buds were born, love was born
As the young buds will grow
So our young love will grow
Love, sweet love
Rain, sweet rain

Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.


This article refers to the Guggenheim Museum in the upper east side of Manhattan (New York). There are a number of other Guggenheim Museums.

Founded in 1937, The Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum is a modern art museum located on the Upper East Side in New York City. It is the best-known of several museums founded by the Solomon R. Guggenheim Foundation, and is often called simply The Guggenheim. It is perhaps the best known museum in a section of Manhattan referred to as Museum Mile.

Originally called "The Museum of Non-Objective Painting", the Guggenheim was founded to showcase avant-garde art by high modernists such as Wassily Kandinsky and Piet Mondrian. It moved to its present location, at the corners of 89th Street and Fifth Avenue (overlooking Central Park), in 1959, when Frank Lloyd Wright's design for the site was completed. Solomon R. Guggenheim did not really know who to choose as architect for the museum, and asked his friend Baroness Hilla von Rebay to pick someone. She chose Wright, because he was the most famous at the time.

He originally wanted to design a square building, the baroness preferred a round shape though. He also wanted it to be painted in bright red, she wanted it to be in white.

The distinctive building itself became the best-known work of art. From the street, the building looks approximately like a white ribbon curled into a cylindrical stack, slightly wider at the top than the bottom. Internally, the viewing gallery forms a gentle spiral from the ground level up to the top of the building. Paintings are displayed along the walls of the spiral and also in viewing rooms found at stages along the way.

In 1992, the building was supplemented by an adjoining rectangular tower, taller than the original spiral. This augmentation of Wright's original design---widely regarded as a classic of American architecture---was controversial. The building's white color, and the relative proportions of the boxy, rectangular tower and the squat, cylindrical rotunda, led some observers to remark that the new ensemble resembled a toilet bowl.


Wright's building has proved to be unpopular with some art critics, who feel the building overshadows the artworks displayed within, and that it is particularly difficult to properly hang paintings in the shallow windowless exhibition niches which surround the central spiral. Although the atrium is generously lit by a large skylight, the niches are heavily shadowed by the walkway itself, leaving the art to be lit largely by artificial light. The walls of the niches are neither vertical nor flat (most are gently concave) meaning canvasses must be mounted proud of the wall's surface. The limited space within the niches means that sculptures are generally relegated to plinths amid the main spiral walkway itself.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Solomon_R._Guggenheim_Museum

Good morning, edgar. I was trying to remember Jane Morgan, but that song was lovely. Thanks, Texas.

Bob, we were in the process of reading your info on the big eruption of Krakatoa when you supplied us with more info about the museum. You are a wealth of information, my friend. I loved the bit about the naming of the kangaroo, and doesn't Krakatoa resemble karaoke? Speaking of which, I do believe tonight is your night.