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Well, Walter, speaking of babble, that song sounds lovely, but will not compute on my translator; not effectively, anyway.<smile>

How about a little P, P, and M, folks:

Leaving on a Jet Plane

All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go
I'm standing here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye
But the dawn is breakin', it's early morn
The taxi's waiting, he's blowin' his horn
Already I'm so lonesome I could cry.

Chorus:
So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go.
I'm leavin' on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go.

There's so many times I've let you down
So many times I've played around
I tell you now, they don't mean a thing
Every place I go, I think of you
Every song I sing, I sing for you
When I come back, I'll wear your wedding ring.

(chorus)

Now the time has come to leave you
One more time let me kiss you
Then close your eyes, I'll be on my way.
Dream about the days to come
When I won't have to leave alone
About the times, I won't have to say,

(chorus)

Get Me Away From Here I'm Dying
Belle & Sebastian

Ooh! Get me away from here I'm dying
Play me a song to set me free
Nobody writes them like they used to
So it may as well be me
Here on my own now after hours
Here on my own now on a bus
Think of it this way
You could either be successful or be us
With our winning smiles, and us
With our catchy tunes and words
Now we're photogenic
You know, we don't stand a chance

Oh, I'll settle down with some old story
About a boy who's just like me
Thought there was love in everything and everyone
You're so naive!
They always reach a sorry ending
They always get it in the end
Still it was worth it as I turned the pages solemnly, and then
With a winning smile, the poor boy
With naivety succeeds
At the final moment, I cried
I always cry at endings

Oh, that wasn't what I meant to say at all
From where I'm sitting, rain
Falling against the lonely tenement
Has set my mind to wander
Into the windows of my lovers
They never know unless I write
"This is no declaration, I just thought I'd let you know goodbye"
Said the hero in the story
"It is mightier than swords
I could kill you sure
But I could only make you cry with these words"


Is It Wicked Not To Care
Belle & Sebastian

Is it wicked not to care when they say that you're mistaken
Thinking hopes and lots of dreams that aren't there?
Is it wicked not to care when you've wasted many hours
Talking endlessly to anyone that's there?

I know the truth awaits me
But still I hesitate because of fear

Skipping tickets making rhymes
Is that all that you believe in?
Wearing rags to make you pretty by design
Rusting armour for effect
It's not fun to watch the rust grow
For it will all be over when you're dead

Counting acts and clutching thoughts
By the river where the moss grows
Over rocks the water running all the time
Is it wicked when you smile Even though you feel like crying
Even though you could be sick at any time?

But if there was a sequel
Would you love me as an equal?
Would you love me till I'm dead

Instrumental

If there was a sequel Would you love me like an equal?
Would you love me till I'm dead
And if there was a sequel
Would you love me as an equal?
Would you love me till I'm dead
Or is there someone else instead?


Chickfactor
Belle & Sebastian

What was it I saw in New York?
I'm not the same anymore
How will I hide these feelings inside
Call my girl on the phone
Neon lights shine bright
Taxi cabs glide by
Aeroplanes they fly, high up in the sky
Pretty girl says "Hi...
What's the worst job you've had?
What do you read?
What's driving you mad?"

Met the cigarette girl- took a note of her charms
But no cigar
Met the Indie-Cool Queen
Took me out of the bar
And showed me the scene
My little girl I can't find
She's five hours behind
It's the singer not the song
"Something's gone wrong"
Said the spider to the fly
Do I like this girl?
It's such a big world
1 like the tone of her voice
I loved the sound of her voice

When I get back to London from outer space
Will it fall into place?
I'll hold onto my smile
Find my girl in a while
Look myself in the face
Don't know what you see
Am I playing in your movie?
You're in my magazine
Are you talking to me?
CHICKFACTOR


String Bean Jean
Belle & Sebastian

I got my fingers dirty at the school of rock
Yeah I got my fingers dirty so I took a walk
I went up to the country park and hung around till
after dark
Till the girls got home
Till the girls got home

Did I tell you 'bout the one I know, she's on the rag
She spent the summer day inside her sleeping bag
Yeah she spent the summer day inside until it's time
to go to work
And she works all night
Yeah, the girl's alright

The girls have got a house that's like a caravan
And it's like your holidays whenever you go round
And we always have a laugh and then we all get in
the bath
To save on the lecky bill
Me & Jo & Phil'

I had to leave them in the morning
I left the keys around the way
I had to go to work
I had to leave them in the morning
I left the keys down in the caf'
I had to catch a bus

And when Jo was short of cash I had to give her some
But I didn't really mind cause I was fit for once
So we paid the lecky bill and got the shopping and
we still had
Some for the cinema
So we all went out

She asked me "Do I need to lose a bit of weight?"
And I said "Oh, don't be stupid 'cause you're
looking great"
And I call her String Bean Jean because the label on
her jeans says
Seven to eight years old - well that's pretty small
Seven to eight years old - that's pretty small
Seven to eight years old - that's pretty small
Seven to eight years old

Hi Letty. Thanks so much to visiting the "Avatar Thread".

I've just been thinking what I can contribute to your radio thread.

Hmm, not much on coming up with lyrics for songs, and I'm not very poetic.

I really enjoy "talk radio" though. On a major local station here in my area, CKNW, I listen to talk shows frequently.

Would it disturb your thread to bring up an interesting topic or give an opinion from time to time?

Well, dj. It seems that you got the joint jumpin', Canada.



Is it wicked not to care when they say that you're mistaken
Thinking hopes and lots of dreams that aren't there?
Is it wicked not to care when you've wasted many hours
Talking endlessly to anyone that's there?

No, it's wicked not to care when Halloween is approaching.

it's not all music here reyn, there's news and information too

post away

Reyn, our dear and valued friend. Of course, Canada. Please do. That's the reason for the season. Op.ed. away.

Wuthering Heights
Kate Bush

Out on the wiley, windy moors
We'd roll and fall in green.
You had a temper like my jealousy:
Too hot, too greedy.
How could you leave me,
When I needed to possess you?
I hated you. I loved you, too.

Bad dreams in the night.
You told me I was going to lose the fight,
Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Heights.

Heathcliff, it's me-- I'm Cathy.
I've come home. I´m so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.

Heathcliff, it's me-- I'm Cathy.
I've come home. I´m so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.

Ooh, it gets dark! It gets lonely,
On the other side from you.
I pine a lot. I find a lot
Falls through without you.
I'm coming back, love.
Cruel Heathcliff, my one dream,
My only master.

Too long I roam in the night.
I'm coming back to his side, to put it right.
I'm coming home to wuthering, wuthering,
Wuthering Heights,

Heathcliff, it's me-- I'm Cathy.
I've come home. I´m so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.

Heathcliff, it's me-- I'm Cathy.
I've come home. I´m so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.

Ooh! Let me have it.
Let me grab your soul away.
Ooh! Let me have it.
Let me grab your soul away.
You know it's me--Cathy!

Heathcliff, it's me-- I'm Cathy.
I've come home. I'm so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.

Heathcliff, it's me-- I'm Cathy.
I've come home. I´m so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.

Heathcliff, it's me-- I'm Cathy.
I've come home. I´m so cold!

Heathcliff, it's me--I'm Cathy
I've come home. I'm so cold!

AHHHHHHH YAAAAA YAAAA OHHHH YAAAAAAA


Oh England My Lionheart
Kate Bush

Oh! England, my Lionheart,
I'm in your garden, fading fast in your arms.
The soldiers soften, the war is over.
The air raid shelters are blooming clover.
Flapping umbrellas fill the lanes--
My London Bridge in rain again.

Oh! England, my Lionheart!
Peter Pan steals the kids in Kensington Park.
You read me Shakespeare on the rolling Thames--
That old river poet that never, ever ends.
Our thumping hearts hold the ravens in,
And keep the tower from tumbling.

Oh! England, my Lionheart,
Oh! England, my Lionheart,
Oh! England, my Lionheart,
I don't want to go.

Oh! England, my Lionheart!
Dropped from my black Spitfire to my funeral barge.
Give me one kiss in apple-blossom.
Give me one wish, and I'd be wassailing
In the orchard, my English rose,
Or with my shepherd, who'll bring me home.

Oh! England, my Lionheart,
Oh! England, my Lionheart,
Oh! England, my Lionheart,
I don't want to go.
Oh! England, my Lionheart,
Oh! England, my Lionheart,
Oh! England, my Lionheart,
I don't want to go.


Babooshka
Kate Bush

She wanted to test her husband.
She knew exactly what to do:
A pseudonym to fool him.
She couldn't have made a worse move.

She sent him scented letters,
And he received them with a strange delight.
Just like his wife
But how she was before the tears,
And how she was before the years flew by,
And how she was when she was beautiful.
She signed the letter

"All yours,
Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!
All yours,
Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!"

She wanted to take it further,
So she arranged a place to go,
To see if he
Would fall for her incognito.
And when he laid eyes on her,
He got the feeling they had met before.
Uncanny how she
Reminds him of his little lady,
Capacity to give him all he needs,
Just like his wife before she freezed on him,
Just like his wife when she was beautiful.
He shouted out, "I'm

All yours,
Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!
All yours,
Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!
All yours,
Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!"


Symphony In Blue
Kate Bush

I spent a lot of my time looking at blue,
The colour of my room and my mood:
Blue on the walls, blue out of my mouth;
The sort of blue between clouds, when the sun comes out,
The sort of blue in those eyes you get hung up about.

When that feeling of meaninglessness sets in,
Go blowing my mind on God:
The light in the dark, with the neon arms,
The meek He seeks, the beast He calms,
The head of the good soul department.

I see myself suddenly
On the piano, as a melody.
My terrible fear of dying
No longer plays with me,
for now I know that I'm needed
For the symphony.

I associate love with red,
The colour of my heart when she's dead;
Red in my mind when the jealousy flies,
Red in my eyes from emotional ties,
Manipulation, the danger signs.

The more I think about sex, the better it gets.
Here we have a purpose in life:
Good for the blood circulation,
Good for releasing the tension,
The root of our reincarnations.

I see myself suddenly
On the piano, as a melody.
My terrible fear of dying
No longer plays with me,
for now I know that I'm needed
For the symphony.

I spent a lot of my time looking at blue--

With every song we play, listeners, there's our own dj, who'll send it back to us ten fold.

Why is it, that suddenly a song or remembrance springs from the fountain head:

I think often of that arm that rises from the lake with the sword that can cut through steel, and then, of course, there's the funny side:



Artist: Lyrics
Song: Knights of the Round Table Lyrics

GIRLS:
Camelot
The town that never sleeps
It's Camelot!

ALL KNIGHTS:
We're knights of the round table
We dance when e're we're able
We do routines and chorus scenes
With footwork impecc-able
We dine well here in Camelot
We eat ham and jam and spam alot

We're knights of the round talbe
Our shows are for-mid-able
But many times, we're given rythmes
That are quite unsing-able
We're opera mad in Camelot
We sing from the diaphragm a lot

(dance sequence)

PRINCIPAL KNIGHTS:
We're knights of the table
Although we live a fable
We're not just bums
With royal mums
We've brains that are quite a-ble
We've a busy life in Camelot.

SOLO MAN:
I have to push the pram a lot.

(dance sequence)

ARTHUR:
Ladies and gentlemen - The Lady of the Lake.

LADY OF THE LAKE:
Once in every show
There comes a song like.......this
It starts off soft and low
And ends up with a kiss
Oh, where is the song that goes like this?
Goes like this?
A sentimental song
That cast a magic spell
They will all hum along
And we'll all overact, overact like hell
'Cos this is the song
Yes this is the song
Oh this is the song that goes.......like
(Lady of the Lake - scats)
(Arthur - scats)

LADY OF THE LAKE:
They're Knights of the Round Table

ARTHUR:
They dance when e'er they're able

LADY OF THE LAKE:
They're Knights

ARTHUR:
Not days, but Knights

LADY AND ARTHUR:
Not dawn, not dusk
Not late afternoon
But Knights of the Round Table
Round Table
Round Table
Round Table

ALL:
Round Table
Round Table
Round Table
So try your luck in Camelot
Run amok in Camelot
It doesn't suck in Camelot
(spoken)
WE WON!
(sung)
We're Knights of the Round Table
We dance when e'er we're able
We do routines and gory scenes
That are to hot for cable

We eat ham and jam
We eat ham and jam and spam a lot

ALL:
(spoken)
SPAMALOT!

Camelot
Richard Burton

ARTHUR:
It's true! It's true! The crown has made it clear.
The climate must be perfect all the year.

A law was made a distant moon ago here:
July and August cannot be too hot.
And there's a legal limit to the snow here
In Camelot.
The winter is forbidden till December
And exits March the second on the dot.
By order, summer lingers through September
In Camelot.
Camelot! Camelot!
I know it sounds a bit bizarre,
But in Camelot, Camelot
That's how conditions are.
The rain may never fall till after sundown.
By eight, the morning fog must disappear.
In short, there's simply not
A more congenial spot
For happily-ever-aftering than here
In Camelot.

Camelot! Camelot!
I know it gives a person pause,
But in Camelot, Camelot
Those are the legal laws.
The snow may never slush upon the hillside.
By nine p.m. the moonlight must appear.
In short, there's simply not
A more congenial spot
For happily-ever-aftering than here
In Camelot.


If Ever I Would Leave You
Robert Goulet

If ever I would leave you
It wouldn't be in summer.
Seeing you in summer I never would go.
Your hair streaked with sun-light,
Your lips red as flame,
Your face witha lustre
that puts gold to shame!

But if I'd ever leave you,
It couldn't be in autumn.
How I'd leave in autumn I never will know.
I've seen how you sparkle
When fall nips the air.
I know you in autumn
And I must be there.

And could I leave you
running merrily through the snow?
Or on a wintry evening
when you catch the fire's glow?

If ever I would leave you,
How could it be in spring-time?
Knowing how in spring I'm bewitched by you so?
Oh, no! not in spring-time!
Summer, winter or fall!
No, never could I leave you at all!

ah, that reminds me of the show, Monk, dj.

Now let's pause for a moment to give our Reyn, a chance to dip in. <smile>

Reyn's working on something "off air".

BUT, supper is ready, and I must pause briefly in that work. :wink:

and as we wait for our Reyn to break his vow of silence, A song of long ago keeps creeping in. Perhaps someone here can help me fill in the gaps:

On the Rue de la pas,
There was once a cabaret and Mimi.
As the night went along, there was suddenly a song and Mimi,

all the world seemed to say that they loved the cabaret, and Mimi.
But I knew that when she'd seen me, Mimi sang for me alone.

Isn't it an abomination, Reyn, that one must eat?


Supper time
I should set the table
'cause it's supper time
Somehow I'm not able
'cause that man o'mine
Ain't comin' home no more

Supper time
Kids will soon be yellin'
For their supper time
How'll I keep from tellin'
Them that man o'mine
Ain't comin' home no more?

How'll I keep explainin' when they ask me where he's gone?
How'll I keep from cryin' when I bring their supper on?
How can I remind them to pray at their humble board?
How can I be thankful when they start to thank the lord
Lord!

Supper time
I should set the table
'cause it's supper time
Somehow I'm not able
'cause that man o'mine
Ain't comin' home no more

Thanks, Irving Berlin.

Broken-Hearted Lovers Stew
Benny Hill

Chorus
And there's a heartache and a memory and just a tear or two,
In a broken-hearted lover's stew.

There are nine carrots to remind me of the ring I bought for you,
Some mint for all the crazy things we mint to do,
A lettuce 'cause your mom and dad would not let us alone,
I won't put in the truffles, you've got truffles of your own.
An artichoke for the 'earty jokes your father used to tell,
And as he was a Welshman we'll have a leek as well.
And your cousin, the religious one, so sanctimonious,
For him some loaves and fishes 'cause that's all he ever does.

[chorus]

There is a radish 'cause you kept repeating that your love was true,
A beet root for the way I said that I'd beet root to you,
Some shallots for the times I said I love you such-shallot,
Some capers to remind me of what up to which we got.
A turnip for the way you always used to turnip late,
A melon for the melancholy way I used to wait.
A chili for how I felt while I waited for you,
And a marrow to remind me of what I was frozen to.

[chorus]

There is a swede to remind me of the man you left for me,
An egg because you used to egg me on incessantly,
And your little baby brother, what a messy little kid,
For him some wine and water 'cause that's all he ever did.
Oh I was fond of olives and you liked herbs I know,
I gave up seeing Olive but Herb didn't want to go.
So for the man who won you there is one thing I must do,
Put in some sage and onions 'cause he wants stuffing too.

[chorus]

I must remind our listeners that due to technical situations at WA2K, we will be broadcasting live from hear -on. The tape edit feature will be turned off. So watch yer mouths.

Suppertime - Johnny Cash

Many years ago in days of childhood I used to play till evening time would come
Still winding down that old familiar pathway I hear my mother call at setting sun
Come home come home it's suppertime the shadows lengthen fast
Come home come home it's suppertime we're going home at last
Some of the fondest mem'ries of my childhood are woven around suppertime
When mother used to call from the backsteps of the old homeplace
Come on home now son it's suppertime my how I'd love to hear that once again
But you know time has woven for me a realization of truth that's even more thrilling
That someday we'll be called up to gather around the suppertable up there
For the greatest suppertime of them all with our Lord
I can almost hear the call now comin' from the portals of heaven
Come home son it's suppertime come on home
Come home come home...

Ah, farmerman, we already know of that, and the golden spiral as well.

For our man of the farm:

Where The River Goes

Yeah, I could hide in the calm of the eye of the storm
And never blow away
Well, I'm a young man with a knife to my back
Some things never seem to change

Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide
Sing the song or keep it inside
Bought the farm, but the farmer done died
Sing that song, sing that song inside

I wish I could live in the dream
That I fly on the tarred & freathered wings
Well, I'm losing a game of reality
Dice where the dealer never ever pays

Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide
Sing the song or keep it inside
Bought the farm, but the farmer done died
Sing that song, sing that song inside

I wanna be as big as a mountain
I wanna fly as high as the sun
I wanna know what the rent's like in heaven
I wanna know where the river goes

Yeah, I could hide in the calm of the eye of the storm
And never blow away
Well, I'm a young man with a knife to my back
Some things never seen to change

Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide
Sing the song or keep it inside
Bought the farm, but the farmer done died
Sing that song, sing that song inside

I wanna be as big as a mountain
I wanna fly as high as the sun
I wanna know what the rent's like in heaven
I wanna know where the river goes

If I was stronger
I could be a mountain range
If night was longer
Could I escape the day?
If I was stronger
I could be a mountain range
If night was longer
Could I escape the day?

Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide
Sing the song or keep it inside
Bought the farm, but the farmer done died
Sing that song, sing that song inside

I wanna be as big as a mountain
I wanna fly as high as the sun
I wanna know what the rent's like in heaven
I wanna know where the river...
I wanna be as big as a mountain
I wanna fly as high as the sun
I wanna know what the rent's like in heaven
I wanna know where the river goes
Where the river goes
Where the river goes
Where the river, yeah
Where the river
Where the river
Where the river
Where the river
Where the river goes
Where the river goes

edgar, that Johnny Cash song just gave me a chill, even in the midst of the warm night air.
WOW!

Just the right time for the man in black to appear singing that ghost song.

I Bet You They Won't Play This Song On The Radio
Monty Python

I bet they won't play this song on the radio
I bet you they won't play this new **** song
It's not that it's **** or **** controversial
Just that the ****ing words are awfully strong

You can't say **** on the radio
Or **** or **** or ****,
You can't even say I'd like to **** you one day
Unless you're a doctor with a very large ****

So I bet you they won't play this song on the radio
I bet you they daren't ****ing well programme it
I bet you their ****ing old Programme Directors
Will think it's a load of horse****

the **** don't actually mean any particular word, the actual song is full of various noises (buzzes, bells, chimes etc), so use your imagination