WA2K Radio is now on the air

And guess who that fellow is, staff. I just tacked him on my bullentin board.

A thanks to Yitwail for starting the test message, and all my dear patient supporters.

I think he's maybe Gallileo.

The country that this fellow comes from is called the Mid-West:

I ain't lookin' to compete with you,
Beat or cheat or mistreat you,
Simplify you, classify you,
Deny, defy or crucify you.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

No, and I ain't lookin' to fight with you,
Frighten you or uptighten you,
Drag you down or drain you down,
Chain you down or bring you down.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

I ain't lookin' to block you up
Shock or knock or lock you up,
Analyze you, categorize you,
Finalize you or advertise you.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

I don't want to straight-face you,
Race or chase you, track or trace you,
Or disgrace you or displace you,
Or define you or confine you.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

I don't want to meet your kin,
Make you spin or do you in,
Or select you or dissect you,
Or inspect you or reject you.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

I don't want to fake you out,
Take or shake or forsake you out,
I ain't lookin' for you to feel like me,
See like me or be like me.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

Why Mz Letty/Betty I do believe that's our late friend Mike DiAngelo.

Thanks, McTag for that unusual song. To whom is it dedicated?

Ah, dys. How would you know that, cowboy. Did he paint yours and the lady Diane's ceiling?

BRAVO, Letty.

And I was just getting ready to offer to meet you at the picture practice forum.

Anyway, here's Champion, although it certainly doesn't look like Mr. Autry.

Phew!!!Thank goodness page 1176 has gone.I almost roasted my mouse.

Hoorah, Raggedy, now we have Gene and Mikel.

For all who helped:



In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

and the women would be:

Dag; ehBeth; Colorbook; osso; squinney.

And the men; Yitwail; dys; DrewDad would roll up their trousers and eat a peach as spendius revives his worn out mouse.

and from Raggedy's Gene:

Mexicali Rose stop crying
I'll come back to you some sunny day



Every night you'll know that I'll be pining
Every hour a year while I'm away.
Dry those big brown eyes and smile dear
Banish all those tears and please don't sigh.
Kiss me once again and hold me
Mexicali Rose, goodbye.

A lot of people did that one, listeners

To go with the jerry Lee Lewis bio, here is the Killer's rendition of - -

Over The Rainbow

Somewhere, over the rainbow, blue birds fly,
They're flyin' high, over that old rainbow
I wonder ...why Lord, can't I?
Somewhere, over the rainbow,
Way up high,
You know there's a land ol' Jerry dreamed of,
Once in a lullaby

Someday I'll wish upon a star
Wake up where the clouds are far behind me.
Where kisses melt like lemon drops,
Above the chimney tops,
That's where you'll find me

Somewhere, over the rainbow, blue birds fly
They're flyin' high, over the rainbow
I wonder ...why can't I?

Someday I'll wish upon a star
Wake up where the clouds are far behind me.
You know, where kisses melt like lemon drops,
Above the chimney tops,
is where you'll find me

Somewhere, over the rainbow, blue birds fly
My God, they're flyin' high, over the rainbow
why can't I?

Thanks, edgar. I believe poor Jerry Lee might have been flying high, himself.

Here's a "flying high" of a different sort, listeners:


Original language: English
Composer and lyricist: Sven Lõhmus
Performer: Suntribe

I'm hot like Indian spice, like boiling water
I'm in the mood, no one can stop me tonight
So turn the power on, gimme the guitar
No time for misery - "alright"

When the bass is loud, drums sound like thunder
I'm spinning round my records, -/ that's right/
C'mon let's raise the roof
Wake up the neighbours
Open the windows, scream and shout

We're not angels in the sky
Playing harp and flying high
Now we can rock the crowd
So let's get loud

C'mon girls sing along that song
Shake the house till the early morning
Boring yesterday is gone
So let's get loud

C'mon girls you can rock the crowd
Dance all night, turn on the party
We just wanna hear you shout
Let's get loud

Turn off the TV set
This soap is boring
Bold & beautiful ain't our theme tonight
So let us rule your hearts
And be the leaders
Wake up you guys and feel alive

We're not angels in the sky
Playing harp and flying high
Now we can rock the crowd
So let's get loud

C'mon girls sing along that song
Shake the house till the early morning
Boring yesterday is gone
So let's get loud

C'mon girls you can rock the crowd
Dance all night, turn on the party
We just wanna hear you shout
Let's get loud

(I'd Go The) Whole Wide World
Wreckless Eric

When I was a young boy
My mama said to me
There's only one girl in the world for you
And she probably lives in Tahiti

I'd go the whole wide world
I'd go the whole wide world
Just to find her

Or maybe she's in the Bahamas
Where the Carribean sea is blue
Weeping in a tropical moonlit night
Because nobody's told her 'bout you

I'd go the whole wide world
I'd go the whole wide world
Just to find her
I'd go the whole wide world
I'd go the whole wide world
Find out where they hide her

Why am I hanging around in the rain out here
Trying to pick up a girl
Why are my eyes filling up with these lonely tears
When there're girls all over the world

Is she lying on a tropical beach somewhere
Underneath the tropical sun
Pining away in a heatwave there
Hoping that I won't be long

I should be lying on that sun-soaked beach with her
Caressing her warm brown skin
And then in a year or maybe not quite
We'll be sharing the same next of kin

I'd go the whole wide world
I'd go the whole wide world
Just to find her
I'd go the whole wide world
I'd go the whole wide world
Find out where they hide her

You know, dj. That song carried me away. My friend and I used to talk about the places that we would love to visit. One was Bora Bora.




Artist: Platters (The)

Title: Sleepy Lagoon


(Words by Jack Lawrence and music by Eric Coates)

A sleepy lagoon
A tropical moon and two on an island
A sleepy lagoon
And two hearts in tune
In some lullaby land
The fireflies gleam
Reflect in the stream
They sparkle and shimmer
A star from on high
Falls out of the sky
And slowly grows dimmer

The leaves from the trees
All dance in the breeze
And float on the ripples
I'm lost in the spell
That nightingales tell of roses and dew
The memory of this moment of love
Will haunt me forever
A tropical moon
A sleepy lagoon, and you

Blue Lagoon
Laurie Anderson

I got your letter. Thanks a lot.
I've been getting lots of sun.
And lots of rest. It's really hot.

Days, I dive by the wreck.
Nights, I swim in the blue lagoon.

Always used to wonder who I'd bring to a desert island.
Days, I remember cities.
Nights, I dream about a perfect place.

Days, I dive by the wreck.
Nights, I swim in the blue lagoon.

Full fathom five thy father lies.
Of his bones are coral made.
Those are pearls that were his eyes.
Nothing of him that doth fade.
But that suffers a sea change.
Into something rich and strange.

And I alone am left to tell the tale.
Call me Ishmael.

I got your letter. Thanks a lot.
I've been getting lots of sun.
And lots of rest. It's really hot.

Always used to wonder who I'd bring to a desert island.
Days, I remember rooms.
Nights, I swim in the blue lagoon.

I saw a plane today.
Flying low over the island.
But my mind was somewhere else.
And if you ever get this letter.
Thinking of you.
Love and kisses.
Blue Pacific.
Signing off.

Dear, dear, dj. You are a most amazing fellow for a little boy sneaking a smoke on a vacant lot, right listeners?

Per request:

Artist: Enrique Iglesias Lyrics
Song: Don't Turn Off The Lights Lyrics


I don't have to tell you
What this is all about
Cause baby half the fun
Is in us figuring it all out
So why you gotta ask me
What I'm doing now
Cause I don't like to question
What I still haven't found
So don't turn off the lights
I don't wanna be in the dark tonight
Cause I can't read your mind
I need to know if what I'm doing is right
Don't turn off the lights
So tell me how we're gonna get there
It's hard to even try
But if we move together
We'll end up on the same side
If you could know what I'm feeling
Would you run and where would you go
If you want to see what I'm thinking
Then just turn on the lights and you'll know

Without a warning you broke my heart,
you took it darlin' and you tore it apart
You left me sitting in the dark, crying,
you said your love for me was dying
I'm begging you, baby, I'm begging you, please,
come on baby, come on please
I'm begging you baby, baby, please,
come on baby, baby, please
Turn on the light, let it shine on me,
turn on your love light, let it shine on me
Let it shine, shine, shine, let it shine
I got a little lonely in the middle of the night,
I need you darlin' to make things all right
A Little bit higher, just a little bit higher

I'm in a Bobby "Blue" Bland kinda mood tonight;
They call it stormy Monday, yes but Tuesday's just as bad.
They call it stormy Monday, yes but Tuesday's just as bad.
Wednesday's even worse; Thursday's awful sad.

The eagle flies on Friday, Saturday I go out to play.
The eagle flies on Friday, but Saturday I go out to play.
Sunday I go to church where I kneel down and pray.

And I say, "Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy on me.
Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy on me.
Just trying to find my baby, won't you please send her on back to me."

The eagle flies on Friday, on Saturday I go out to play.
The eagle flies on Friday, on Saturday I go out to play.
Sunday I go to church, where I kneel down, Lord and I pray.

Then I say, "Lord have mercy, won't you please have mercy on me.
Lord, oh Lord have mercy, yeah, won't you please, please have mercy on me.
I'm just a-lookin' for my sweet babe, so won't you please send him home, send him on home to me."

Ah, I love those lyrics, dys.

So, folks. From Letty and with love, my goodnight song:



your love is lifting me higher
than I ever been lifted before.
Ooh, baby, keep it up, sweet baby.
Quench my desire,
and I'll be at your side forever more.
'Cause your love is liftin' me higher and higher.
Your love keeps liftin' me, oh, higher, higher.

Now once I was down-hearted,
and disappointment was my closest friend.
But then you came,
and he soon departed.
And you know I never seen,
I haven't seen his face again!

Your love is liftin' me
higher, higher, higher, higher.
Your love is liftin' me
higher, higher, higher and higher.

Your love keeps liftin' me,
keeps on liftin' me.
Your love keeps liftin' me
higher, higher.

Your love keeps liftin' me,
keeps on liftin' me.
Your love keeps liftin' me
higher, higher.

So glad I finally found you, babe.
You're the best for these old arms.
With those sweet, sweet lovin' arms around me,
I tell you I don't need,
I don't need,
I-oh-I don't need no disguise, no!

Your love is liftin' me,
keeps on liftin' me.
Your love keeps liftin' me
higher, higher.

Your love keeps liftin' me,
keeps on liftin' me.
Your love keeps liftin' me
higher, higher.

Your love is liftin' me,
whoa, higher, higher, higher, higher,
higher, higher, higher, higher.
Gettin' higher, gettin' higher,
gettin' higher, gettin' higher.
You lift me, you take me
higher and higher.
Higher, higher, higher, higher!
Keeps on liftin' me.
Keeps on liftin' me.
Keeps on liftin' me.
Keeps on liftin' me.

Higher, higher, oh, higher, higher,
higher, higher, higher, higher,
higher, higher, higher,
higher and higher

Blowing everyone a kiss from Florida

can't remember who wrote this one, maybe Johnny Cash or maybe Kris Kristopherson;
Well, I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

I'd smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking.
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Playing with a can that he was kicking.
Then I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken.
And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost
Somewhere, somehow along the way.

On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.

In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl that he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were singing.
Then I headed down the street,
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing,
And it echoed through the canyon
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.

a fine song, kris wrote it, johnny did one hell of a job singing it