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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 1 Sep, 2005 02:57 pm
Goodnight, Francis, we know that you are not frivolous, dear. I think we just need a little levity to take our minds off things, ya know?
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 1 Sep, 2005 03:21 pm
You know, listeners, I think everyone is up tight all over our vast forum. And we wonder about anarchy in New Orleans?

We have our small war right here.

The Dreams of My Heart

The dreams of my heart and my mind pass,
Nothing stays with me long,
But I have had from a child
The deep solace of song;

If that should ever leave me,
Let me find death and stay
With things whose tunes are played out and forgotten
Like the rain of yesterday.
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Thu 1 Sep, 2005 04:47 pm
Blueberry Hill
Performed by Fats Domino - one of the missing in New Orleans this week.

I found my thrill on Blueberry Hill
Oh Blueberry Hill when I found you

The moon stood still on Blueberry Hill
And lingered until my dreams came true

*Tho' wind in the willow played
Love's sweet melody
But all of those vows you made
Were never to be
Tho' we're apart, you're part of me still
For you were my thrill on Blueberry Hill
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 1 Sep, 2005 05:21 pm
Yes, edgar. Blueberry hill. I know that, Texas, as I have known so many.




When you're all alone and blue
No one to tell your troubles to
Remember me, I'm the one who loves you

When this world has turned you down
And not a true friend can be found
Remember me, I'm the one who loves you

And through all kinds of weather
You'll find I'll never change
Through the sunshine and the shadows
I'll always be the same

We're together right or wrong
Where you go I'll tag along
Remember me, Iamb the one who loves you

(And through all kinds of weather
You'll find I'll never change)
Through the sunshine and the shadows
I'll always be the same

We're together right or wrong
Where you go I'll tag along
Remember me, I'm the one who loves you
Remember me, I'm the one who loves you

and thus has it always been with me, and that is my song from beside the sea. <smile>
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Thu 1 Sep, 2005 05:27 pm
I'll Follow the Sun

One day you'll look and see I've gone,
For tomorrow may rain so I'll follow the sun.
Some day you'll know I was the one,
But tomorrow may rain so I'll follow the sun.
And now the time has come so my love I must go,
And though I lose a friend in the end you will know, oh
One day you'll look and see I've gone,
For tomorrow may rain so I'll follow the sun.
And now the time has come so my love I must go,
And though I lose a friend in the end you will know, oh
One day you'll look and see I've gone,
For tomorrow may rain so I'll follow the sun.
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BumbleBeeBoogie
 
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Reply Thu 1 Sep, 2005 05:27 pm
BBB
I'm singing this for all the little homeless children in the path of the hurricane. ---BBB

Itsy Bitsy Spider
Written By: Iza Trapani
Copyright Unknown

The itsy bitsy (or eensy weensy) spider
Climbed up the waterspout
Down came the rain
And washed the spider out
Out came the sun
And dried up all the rain
And the itsy bitsy spider
Climbed up the spout again

The itsy bitsy spider
Climbed up the kitchen wall
Swoosh! went the fan
And made the spider fall
Off went the fan
No longer did it blow
So the itsy bitsy spider
Back up the wall did go

The itsy bitsy spider
Climbed up the yellow pail
In came a mouse
And flicked her with his tail
Down fell the spider
The mouse ran out the door
Then the itsy bitsy spider
Climbed up the pail once more

The itsy bitsy spider
Climbed up the rocking chair
Up jumped a cat
And knocked her in the air
Down plopped the cat
And when he was asleep
The itsy bitsy spider
Back up the chair did creep

The itsy bitsy spider
Climbed up the maple tree
She slipped on some dew
And landed next to me
Out came the sun
And when the tree was dry
The itsy bitsy spider
Gave it one more try

The itsy bitsy spider
Climbed up without a stop
She spun a silky web
Right at the very top
She wove and she spun
And when her web was done
The itsy bitsy spider
Rested in the sun
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 1 Sep, 2005 05:39 pm
Well, listeners, I appreciate all that come to sing here on our radio, but it seems no matter how we try to make the world right, there will always be something wrong.

I started a joke, which started the whole world crying,
But I didn't see that the joke was on me, oh no.

I started to cry, which started the whole world laughing,
Oh, if I'd only seen that the joke was on me.

I looked at the skies, running my hands over my eyes,
And I fell out of bed, hurting my head from things that I'd said.

Til I finally died, which started the whole world living,
Oh, if I'd only seen that the joke was on me.

I looked at the skies, running my hands over my eyes,
And I fell out of bed, hurting my head from things that I'd said.

'til I finally died, which started the whole world living,
Oh, if I'd only seen that the joke was one me.
Bee Gees

Somehow, folks. Without knowing why, we offend people and they offend us.
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RexRed
 
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Reply Thu 1 Sep, 2005 05:44 pm
The Silver Cross

Chapter 7

Now this story may seem like the normal troubles that lay hidden underneath your average docile city folk of "anytown" USA but when the winds blow up off the gulf of Mexico and reach high into the stratosphere then down comes a twister that leaves destruction and death within it's wake.

No one seems to know what starts these twisters but when they come people take cover homes are ripped to shreds and things will fall where they may. Glenville was prime for this twister of wills and the way this would all play out still leaves one to wonder if there is not some sort of mischievous devil that lurks in the shadows of the people unawares.

This devil churning the winds and driving people to the ends of their own means. This twister was not made of wind but it was spurned on by the evil intent that consumed all that was sacred. That no matter how we try there is no escape, this hand is destined to be played out on the poker table of life. Yet, they are all playing against a royal flush... Thought they are all bluffing and it is only a matter of time before they are called upon to lay down their cards. We must all take our chances with the dealer of misfortune...

There was Jimmy and Janet, Billy and Thom, and Sheriff Bruster, all teetering on the edge between life and death. Then there was Brenda's hardships and young Charlie's troubled mind seeking refuge in a world spinning and sweeping them away into total chaos and confusion.

This was only the calm before the storm and this storm would rage on until the piper had played upon his pipe and the devil, had been given his day.

There was a corruption that was only as distant as the intent that was building toward it's inevitable climax. Like poor Stanley fried to that telephone pole dangling there in mid air like a marionette by his harness. They were are all fried and dangling by the puppetry of their own devise. They were led repeatedly to the truth but still made the same poor choices until it was too late and the only chance to survive was swept away, twisted by their own tomfoolery.

Was innocence to be swallowed up by the criminally minded? What evil lurked down the old dirt roads and within the Glenville prison? What gossip was Brenda Martin tightlipped about? There were the shadows that dodged in and out of reality. There were the skeletons in the closets and the bastards buried in the back yards...

There were those strange folk that lived out in those blue hills where dirt roads turned into foot paths that went into the holy roller country where only the initiated knew to venture.

This was backward country that had a life and tradition all its own. There were rumors of spirits that haunted the blue hills and ghosts of the living dead wandering the Glenville cemetery.

This only added to the general unease and mystique that pervaded the subconscious of the Glenville residents. This was a place where darkness was never chased away by the morning sun but sat dauntingly in the shadows of the hills and paths that would summon their way up and dance like rumors whispered in the breeze.

Where judgment came swift as the judges gavel at the Glenville County Courthouse and no escaped their trials and tribulations...

Eric Pedersen (rexred)
Copyright 2005

http://rexred.com/thesilvercross.html
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dyslexia
 
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Reply Thu 1 Sep, 2005 05:48 pm
ok bye
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yitwail
 
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Reply Thu 1 Sep, 2005 05:49 pm
Letty, a great song with a similar theme to the one you played:

Isn't it a pity
Now, isn't it a shame
How we break each other's hearts
And cause each other pain
How we take each other's love
Without thinking anymore
Forgetting to give back
Isn't it a pity

Some things take so long
But how do I explain
When not too many people
Can see we're all the same
And because of all their tears
Their eyes can't hope to see
The beauty that surrounds them
Isn't it a pity

Isn't it a pity
Isn't is a shame
How we break each other's hearts
And cause each other pain
How we take each other's love
Without thinking anymore
Forgetting to give back
Isn't it a pity

Forgetting to give back
Isn't it a pity
Forgetting to give back
Now, isn't it a pity

(6 times, fade the 6th:)
What a pity
What a pity, pity, pity
What a pity
What a pity, pity, pity
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 1 Sep, 2005 05:53 pm
Thank you, Rex, for that moving chapter in your book. It is your song, this novel, and we will listen, right folks?
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 1 Sep, 2005 06:01 pm
ah, Yit. Yes, it is a pity. Somehow in trying to attract, we drive away those we love the most; like a moth to the flame.

Dys, why?
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RexRed
 
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Reply Thu 1 Sep, 2005 06:05 pm
Letty I don't expect any recognition.

I have few that have ever recognized any of my literary endeavors.

Yet this is all that I have to show for my life.

It does not get me down.

I have written this book to take a jab at the world.

Somewhere in the pages it may nail every stereotype to the wall and bring them face to face with their own dark side.

I don't expect people to thank me for that...
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Thu 1 Sep, 2005 06:22 pm
It's not good, I suppose, to single out individuals for concern when so many are dead or in dire straits. I noticed that Fats Domino is among the missing in New Orleans. Well, I've loved the man since the mid 1950s and I have to speak of him now. I sincerely hope he proves to be all right.
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 1 Sep, 2005 06:22 pm
I know that, Rex. Did you think differently? My goodness, a "Thank You", is merely an expression of appreciation.

Listeners, the worse insult that a person can give to another is to patronize. I have never done that, and I never will, but we must always learn to accept a compliment with graciousness, and that is the hardest thing in the world to do.
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RexRed
 
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Reply Thu 1 Sep, 2005 06:26 pm
A little respect

I try to discover
A little something to make me sweeter
Oh baby refrain from breaking my heart
I'm so in love with you
I'll be forever blue
That you give me no reason
Why you're making me work so hard

That you give me no
That you give me no
That you give me no
That you give me no

Soul, I hear you calling
Oh baby please give a little respect to me

And if I should falter
Would you open your arms out to me
We can make love not war
And live at peace in our hearts
I'm so in love with you
I'll be forever blue
What religion or reason
Could drive a man to forsake his lover

Don't you tell me no
Don't you tell me no
Don't you tell me no
Don't you tell me no

Soul, I hear you calling
Oh baby please give a little respect to me

I'm so in love with you
I'll be forever blue
That you give me no reason
You know you're making me work so hard

That you give me no
That you give me no
That you give me no
That you give me no

Soul, I hear you calling
Oh baby please give a little respect to me

Soul, I hear you calling
Oh baby please give a little respect to me


Erasure
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 1 Sep, 2005 06:31 pm
edgar, We ALL single out people, even those who wouldn't give us a nod were we in dire need. That is not what our radio station is about.

It is about people, be they celebrities or just a garden snake variety. I cried when Peter Jennings died; I cried when Cavfancier died, and yet in my home here, I never cry.

You see, my friends, we feel.
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RexRed
 
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Reply Thu 1 Sep, 2005 06:37 pm
Letty my response was not directed at you in any way... it was directed at the world in general... I certainly hope you did not take it that way...

I accept your compliment whole heartedly...

My gracious thanks to you...

I just wanted to warn you not to go out on a limb with me because I find people really don't like me here or anywhere else as a matter of fact...

It may be time for me to move this book to the solitude of my own website and leave your WA2k to go on it's merry way...

When I am long gone they can post me in a Wikipedia blip...
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 1 Sep, 2005 06:50 pm
Don't like you, Rex? I know that feeling, Maine, and your song was an echo.

someone once told me that they would rather be feared than respected, listeners.

Well, I tried to do the unthinkable; the unsinkable but I suppose it hasn't worked out well.

Guess it's time to say goodnight.

But it will always--ALWAYS be............

From Letty with love.
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djjd62
 
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Reply Thu 1 Sep, 2005 06:58 pm
Quote:
Letty I don't expect any recognition.

I have few that have ever recognized any of my literary endeavors.

Yet this is all that I have to show for my life.

It does not get me down.

I have written this book to take a jab at the world.

Somewhere in the pages it may nail every stereotype to the wall and bring them face to face with their own dark side.

I don't expect people to thank me for that...


Quote:
Letty my response was not directed at you in any way... it was directed at the world in general... I certainly hope you did not take it that way...

I accept your compliment whole heartedly...

My gracious thanks to you...

I just wanted to warn you not to go out on a limb with me because I find people really don't like me here or anywhere else as a matter of fact...

It may be time for me to move this book to the solitude of my own website and leave your WA2k to go on it's merry way...

When I am long gone they can post me in a Wikipedia blip...



does it include a stereotype of the self deprecating / tortured artist (oh woe is me, know likes or appreciates my struggles and accomplishments)


His Time Ran Out
The Beautiful South

I was about to write a song about the fear and the doubt
But my pen ran out
It captured the emotions of a lover and a lout
But my pen ran out
So the picture wasn't painted and the story wasn't told
No one knows the author 'cause the record never sold
And I know they never will until he's bitter and he's old
His time ran out

I was gonna share my blues with a nation full of blues
But my pen ran out
I was gonna spread the news of the way I always lose
But my pen ran out
So I'll keep an envelope with all the words I should have said
Hide it in a tiny box underneath my bed
And written on the outside will be 'open when he's dead'
And written on the outside will be 'open when he's dead'

His time ran out, his time ran out
His time ran out, his time ran out


i may regret this post, but probably not
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