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Hey Dys send some our way. Massachusetts is soaked (more than usual). New Hampshire is even worse. Saw video from up there where a brook dug a 40 foot chasm and took a road with it.

Well, there's our cowboy, folks, with his usual op. ed. about the weather.

Nice weather, turkey man. <smile>

Hey, all. We need to keep our turtles and turkeys and hawks separate from our dogs and cats, right?

Jackson Browne:
I'm an animal
I'm an animal
I'm an animal...here to blow your mind
I'm an animal...of the English kind
I'm an animal...gonna flip your wig
I'm an animal...behave just like a pig
I'm an animal
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Let me be your best friend
and I won't monkey 'round with you

I'm an animal...I'll eat your body and soul
I'm an animal...tune to rock and roll
I'm an animal...I'm a throroughbred
I'm an animal...going to (go to your) head
I'm an animal...a woman is my prey
I'm an animal...eat both night and day
I'm an animal...I've got to satisfy
I'm an animal...never been known to lie
I'm an animal...animal life
I'm an animal...animalism
I'm an animal...human system, breath, flesh, flesh and blood
Physique, strength, power, vigor, force, spring, elasticity, tone and grace
Animal Kingdom, fumour, root, creation, animal creature, creature, being, living thing
Dumb animal, dumb friend, dumb creature, brute

I'm an animal...of the English kind
I'm an animal...going to blow your mind
I'm an animal...behave like a pig
I'm an animal...your gonna flip your wig

Oh, yeah
I'm an animal
Let me be your best friend

I'm an animal
Let me be your best friend

I'm an animal
Let me be your best friend

I'm an animal
Let me be your best friend



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In todays new for Odessa, Texas it is freezing cold at 5 am in the morning, but it soon warm up to a nice 78 degrees. In later news, how annoying are you and your habits. Coming up at five.

Welcome to our studio, seibentage. So, you are a Beatles fan I see. Here's to you then, buddy:

In the town where I was born
Lived a man who sailed to sea
And he told us of his life
In the land of submarines

So we sailed up to the sun
Till we found the sea of green
And we lived beneath the waves
In our yellow submarine

We all live in our yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in our yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine

And our friends are all on board
Many more of them live next door
And the band begins to play

We all live in our yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in our yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine

As we live a life of ease
Everyone of us has all we need
Sky of blue and sea of green
In our yellow submarine.

We all live in our yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in our yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine

The Wayward Wind

The wayward wind is a restless wind,
A restless wind that yearns to wander,
And he was born the next of kin,
The next of kin to the wayward wind.

In a lonely shack by a railroad track,
He spent his younger days,
And I guess the sound of the outward-bound
Made him a slave to his wand'rin' ways.

And the wayward wind is a restless wind,
A restless wind that yearns to wander,
And he was born the next of kin,
The next of kin to the wayward wind.

Oh, I met him there in a border town.
He vowed we'd never part.
Though he tried his best to settle down,
I'm now alone with a broken heart.

And the wayward wind is a restless wind,
A restless wind that yearns to wander,
And he was born the next of kin,
The next of kin to the wayward wind.
The next of kin to the wayward wind.

- Stan Lebowsky and Herb Newman
(as performed by Gogi Grant)

Love that song, Bob, and thank you for playing it.

You know, folks. Total absence of noise is not something Letty has gotten used to, but it's cleansing. It grows dark here, so how about something for the descending shadows.


Silence


At first, there was absolute silence.
And at least, there was absolute silence.

In between, it's a(n)
Emotional silence, that'd kill with bare hands
Attentive silence, absorbed in the environment
Thoughtful silence, wallowing and preparing
Embezzled silence, bored in self indulgence
Quiet silence, uncomfortable and unwanted
Subdued silence, waiting in the wings
Meditative silence, which can move heaven and earth
Dogmatic silence, enough said about it
Comforting silence, no words could describe it

In this communicative silence,
Someone,
Say something
Or, not.

Venkata Majeti

the boomtown rats had this to say about the descending shadows

When The Night Comes
Boomtown Rats

The offices are emptying their pale-faced wards into the street,
Flickering their strip-light eyes, shivering they readjust their lives
From the air-conditioned heat.
The humdrum and mundane
Is nearly driving them insane.
But you get hooked so quick to anything
Even your chains,
You're crouching in your corner 'til they open up your cage.

Chorus:
And when the night comes
It'll help you disappear
And when the night comes
Forget about the day that brought you here.

Frankie takes the train and makes it home in time to catch the evening news,
Opening a can of beans he learns the world has turned without much help from him.
Hey Frank, why not get drunk tonight?
Hey Frank, I think it'll be alright,
You'll be too far gone to notice when the neighbors start complaining,
But they're used to it by now, every day's the same.

(repeat chorus)

And when the night comes,
He might get on the phone,
She's a stuck-up bitch,
But she lives on her own,
And he heard her talking dirty to the girls the other day,
And she knew that he had heard her and she looked "as if to say"
And then later up in marketing while going through the files,
She bent a little too far down, then turned around and smiled.
He got her number,
He got the phone,
He dialed the number,
He heard the tone.
He said "Tonight's the night that I've been waiting for,
Oh I know you've seen me worship you from afar,
And I might tell you that I love you and I will but just for
Tonight, one night, alright tonight."
In his three piece cunning camouflage nobody
can guess what Frankie's thinking,
Last night she said "I don't know if I'm drowning
Maybey it's because I'm sinking."
He said "It'll be okay
I'll get outta here one day"
And she said "Frankie, you're no different from any of the rest,
They've nailed you to that table and chained you to your desk."
But when the night comes....

(repeat chorus)

Haunted When the Minutes Drag
Love And Rockets

The word that would best describe this feeling
Would be haunted
I touch the clothes you left behind
That still retain your shape and lines
Still haunted
I trace the outline of your eyes
We're in the mirror hypnotized
I'm haunted
I find a solitary hair
Gone and still I remenice
I'm haunted

Haunted by your soul
Haunted by your hair
Haunted by your clothes
Haunted by your eyes
By your soul, by your hair
By your clothes, by your eyes
By your voice, by your smile
By your mouth, by your soul
By your hair, by your clothes
By your eyes, by your voice
By your smile, by your mouth
By your soul

HAUNTED (haunted)

So this is for when you feel happy
And this is for when you feel sad
And this is for when you feel...
Nothing

OOOOH when the minutes drag
OOOOH when the minutes drag

And this is for the tears that won't dry
And this is for a bright blue sky
And this is for when you feel...
Lucky
And this is for when you feel...
Lucky

OOOOH when the minutes drag
OOOOH when the minutes drag

So this is for when you're feeling happy again
And this is for when you're feeling sad
And this is for when you feel...
Something

OOOOH when the minutes drag
OOOOH when the minutes drag

HAUNTED (haunted)
When the minutes drag

HAUNTED (haunted)
When the minutes drag

Thanks, dj. Interesting songs with odd paradoxes. Just like well done movies, it's important to hear and see them more than once.

Listeners, every time I read this poem, I see something more behind that beast:

In the desert

In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said: "Is it good, friend?"
"It is bitter-bitter," he answered;
"But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart."

-- Stephen Crane

Armagideon Time
The Clash

I stayed around don't played around
This old town too long
Seems like I got to… travel on!

A lotta people won't get no supper tonight
A lotta people won't get no justice tonight
The battle is getting harder
In this iration, Armagieon time

A lotta people running and hiding tonight-ah!
A lotta people won't get no justice tonight
Remember to kick it over
No one will guide you - Armagideon time

Oooh-oooh-ooh-ooh
Ooooh-oh-oh

Oh

This ol' town!

Ivan and Fu-Manchu
They both are coming through, yeah
Yay

A lotta people &%*%*&*%*$&%*
A lotta people &^&^^&^*%&£^£*
Oh remember to kick to it over
No one will guide you, through Armagideon time
It's Armagideon

It's not Christmas time anymore it's Armagideon

A lotta people

- All right, time's up, let's have you out of here -

Okay, okay, don't push us when were hot!

A lotta people wont' get not a-justice tonight
A lotta people sitting down, by the light - ah!
A lotta people a-wont get no a-supper tonight
A lotta people a-wont get no a-justice tonight
Remember, a-kick it over
No one will guide you through armagideon time
Armagideon

*Intentional gibberish features in some Clash ad-libs, including Complete Control and The Right Profile, this is a case of it*

White Man In Hammersmith Palais
The Clash

Midnight to six man
For the first time from Jamaica
Dillinger and Leroy Smart
Delroy Wilson, your cool operator

Ken Boothe for UK pop reggae
With backing bands sound systems
And if they've got anything to say
There's many black ears here to listen

But it was Four Tops all night with encores from stage right
Charging from the bass knives to the treble
But onstage they ain't got no roots rock rebel
Onstage they ain't got no...roots rock rebel

Dress back jump back this is a bluebeat attack
'Cos it won't get you anywhere
Fooling with your guns
The British Army is waiting out there
An' it weighs fifteen hundred tons

White youth, black youth
Better find another solution
Why not phone up Robin Hood
And ask him for some wealth distribution

Punk Rockers in the UK
They won't notice anyway
They're all too busy fighting
For a good place under the lighting

The new groups are not concerned
With what there is to be learned
They got Burton suits, ha you think it's funny
Turning rebellion into money

All over people changing their votes
Along with their overcoats
If Adolf Hitler flew in today
They'd send a limousine anyway

I'm the all night drug-prowling wolf
Who looks so sick in the sun
I'm the white man in the Palais
Just lookin' for fun

I'm only
Looking for fun

Well, dj, no one could ever accuse you of the "...same old; same old..., my friend."......The new groups are not concerned
With what there is to be learned
They got Burton suits, ha you think it's funny
Turning rebellion into money ..."

I like that quatrain, Canada.



Someone got restricted tonight.
A bird in the cage,
Wings trimmed--no flight.
And with these words,
I'll say goodnight.

From Letty with love.

by William Blake

HOW SWEET I ROAM'D FROM FIELD TO FIELD -

HOW sweet I roam'd from field to field,

And tasted all the summer's pride,

'Till I the prince of love beheld,

Who in the sunny beams did glide! -

He shew'd me lilies for my hair,

And blushing roses for my brow;

He led me through his gardens fair

Where all his golden pleasures grow. -

With sweet May dews my wings were wet,

And Phoebus fir'd my vocal rage;

He caught me in his silken net,

And shut me in his golden cage. -

He loves to sit and hear me sing,

Then, laughing, sports and plays with me;

Then stretches out my golden wing,

And mocks my loss of liberty. - -

William Blake : Ah! Sunflower

Ah! sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun,
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller's journey is done;

Where the youth pined away with desire,
And the pale virgin shrouded in snow,
Arise from their graves and aspire;
Where my sunflower wishes to go.

Mahalia Jackson
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.

Mahalia Jackson (October 26, 1911-January 13, 1972) was an African American gospel singer, widely regarded as one of the best in the history of the genre. She grew up in the "Black Pearl" section of the Carrollton neighborhood of uptown New Orleans, Louisiana and began singing in a Baptist church. She moved to Chicago, Illinois in 1927 where she sang with The Johnson Brothers, one of the earliest professional gospel groups.

The Johnson Brothers broke up in the mid 1930s, and Jackson began her solo career, recording for Decca in 1937. The result, God's Gonna Separate the Wheat from the Tares was only a moderate success, but Jackson became a popular concert draw. She experienced a recording hiatus until 1946 when she signed with Apollo Records, releasing several singles that are now highly regarded, though sales were sluggish at the time. Move on up a Little Higher (1948) became a huge success however, and stores couldn't stock enough of it to meet demand. Jackson rocketed to fame in the US, and soon after in Europe. I Can Put My Trust in Jesus won a prize from the French Academy, while Silent Night was one of the best-selling singles in the history of Norway. She began a radio series on CBS, and signed to Columbia Records in 1954. With her mainstream success came an inevitable backlash from gospel purists who felt she had watered down her sound for popular accessibility.

Jackson's career in the late 1950s and early 1960s continued to rise when she recorded with Percy Faith, and performed at the 1958 Newport Jazz Festival and the inauguration of John F. Kennedy. She also sang at the funeral of her friend, Martin Luther King, Jr. The late 1960s saw a downturn in her popular success. She ended her career with a concert in Germany in 1971; when she returned, she made one of her final television appearances on The Flip Wilson Show.

Jackson died in 1972 in Chicago and was buried in Providence Memorial Park, Metairie, Louisiana. She was posthumously inducted into the Gospel Music Association's Gospel Music Hall of Fame in 1978.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mahalia_Jackson


Walk In Jerusalem :: Mahalia Jackson

Way up, way up
Way up, way up
High up in Jerusalem
When I die
(rpt again)


Go knows I'm gonna
Walk in Jerusalem
Talk in Jerusalem
Sing in Jerusalem
Be in Jerusalem
High up in Jerusalem whe I die


Oh, be in Jerusalem
Sing in Jerusalem
Shout in Jerusalem
Pray in Jerusalem
High up in Jerusalem when I die.


Hmm, when I get down to the river
I'm gonna stick my sword in the sand
For I spy the ol' ship of Zion
Who took a-many to the Promised Land
Way over in Buelah
Where there ain't no dying there
Where the saints shoutin' victory
Oh, they singin', Lord, everywhere
Way over in Buelah
I hear the voice of friends I've known
They been gone on, gone on to Glory
Well, well a long time ago
They been waitin'
They been watchin'
They been waitin' at the beautiful gates
And one day I'm gonna meet them
Oh, I'm gonna sing forever more
Way over in Buelah
I see the Captain beckoned to me
Well, he's callin' all God's chirrun'
Oh, to meet him on the Promised Land.


God knows I'm gonna
Walk in Jerusalem
Talk in Jerusalem
Sing in Jerusalem
Be in Jerusalem
High up, oh, in Jerusalem
When I die, Oh yeah


Well, be in Jerusalem
Sing in Jerusalem
Shout in Jerusalem
Sing in Jerusalem
High up, oh, in Jerusalem
When I die.

Jackie Coogan
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.


Jackie Coogan (October 26, 1914 - March 1, 1984) was a American actor who began his movie career as a child actor in silent films.

Coogan was born in Los Angeles, California and began his acting career as an infant in both vaudeville and film, with an uncredited role in the 1917 film Skinner's Baby. As a child actor, he is best remembered for his role as Charlie Chaplin's irascible sidekick in The Kid (1921) and for the title role in Oliver Twist by Frank Lloyd the following year. As a child star, Coogan earned as much as $4 million, but the money was taken by his mother and step-father. He sued them in 1935, but only received $126,000. The legal battle did, however, bring attention to child actors and resulted in the state of California enacting the California Child Actor's Bill, sometimes known as the Coogan Bill.

As he grew older, Coogan's popularity as an actor waned, though he had several well-publicised love affairs with leading Hollywood starlets, including a three-year marriage to Betty Grable.

Coogan enlisted in the US Army March 1941. After the attack on Pearl Harbor, he requested a transfer to US Army Air Corps as a glider pilot because of his civilian flying experience. After graduating from glider school, he was made a Flight Officer and he volunteered for hazardous duty with the 1st Air Commando Group. In December 1943, the unit was sent to India. He flew British troops, the Chindits, under General Orde Wingate on 5 March 1944, landing them at night in a small jungle clearing 100 miles behind Japanese lines in the Burma campaign.


After the war, Coogan returned to acting, taking mostly character roles and appearing on television. His most famous TV role was as Uncle Fester in The Addams Family television series.

He died of heart disease in 1984 at the age of 69.

He was buried at Holy Cross Cemetery.

He is survived by his son, film & video writer/producer Anthony Coogan and grandson, actor Keith Coogan.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jackie_Coogan

Cary Elwes
(born Ivan Simon Cary Elwes in the U.K. on October 26, 1962)


The handsome blonde actor Cary Elwes (pronounced El-Ways) was born in London to a portrait painter and an interior designer. He moved to the U.S. to study at Sarah Lawrence College, but made his film debut in the U.K. with the coming-of-age drama Another Country (1984), co-starring alongside fellow handsome young actors Rupert Everett and Colin Firth. He soon started a pattern of appearing in historical dramas and other period pieces, first with Lady Jane (1985), opposite Helena Bonham Carter, and then as the lead role in Maschenka (1986), based on the book by Vladimir Nabokov. However, he didn't make his international film breakthrough until 1987 with Rob Reiner's classic adventure fairy tale The Princess Bride. He seemed to possess a timeless quality essential for the role of Westley, the sensitive-yet-daring farm boy who becomes the swashbuckling Dred Pirate Roberts and gallantly fights for his love. Continuing with historical films, he capably handled a Southern accent for the Civil War drama Glory and then tried a one-time stint as associate producer for the little-seen drama Leather Jackets. Next, he made a successful jump to broad comedy with lead roles in Hot Shots! (1991) and Robin Hood: Men in Tights (1993). Switching to darker themes, he played Lord Arthur Holmwood in Bram Stoker's Dracula (1992) and Alicia Silverstone's object of obsession in The Crush (1993). The following year, he briefly returned to adventures for The Jungle Book before moving on to playing authority figures in the thrillers Twister and Kiss the Girls. In the late '90s, he voiced cartoons and appeared in a few made-for-TV movies and miniseries until 1999, when he transformed his usually slender frame for the role of portly producer John Houseman (Orson Welles' colleague) in Tim Robbins' Cradle Will Rock. He continued portraying cinematic legends in his next few films, including the German cinematographer Fritz Arno Wagner in Shadow of the Vampire and pioneering producer Thomas H. Ince in The Cat's Meow. In 2001,he played a reoccurring role on The X-Files as FBI Assistant Brad Follmer and returned to romantic comedy adventures as Prince Regent Edgar in Ella Enchanted (2003). ~ Andrea LeVasseur, All Movie Guide

http://movies.yahoo.com/shop?d=hc&id=1800021065&cf=biog&intl=us

Good morning, WA2K radio fans and contributors.

First, I would like to thank edgar for the William Blake poems. Those two, I was not familiar with, but he was a mysterious mystic, no?

Once again, folks, we are indebted to Bob for his bios. Thanks, Boston. Cary Elwes I cannot place in my mind at all, so, as usual, you will send many of us to the archives.

Song for the cold, dark morning:

Spandau Ballet lyrics

Ha, ha-ha, haaaa, ha
Ha, ha-ha, haaaa, ha

So true
Funny how it seems
Always in time
But never in line for dreams
Head over heels
When toe to toe
This is the sound of my soul
This is the sound

I bought a ticket to the world
But now I've come back again
Why do I find it hard to write the next line
Oh, I want the truth to be said

Ha, ha-ha, haaaa, ha
I know this much is true
Ha, ha-ha, haaaa, ha
I know this much is true

With a thrill in my head
And a pill on my tongue
Dissolve the nerves that have just begun
Listening to Marvin all night long
This is the sound of my soul
This is the sound
Always slipping from my hands
Sand's a time of it's own
Take your seaside arms and write the next line
Oh, I want the truth to be known

Ha, ha-ha, haaaa, ha
I know this much is true
Ha, ha-ha, haaaa, ha
I know this much is true

---- Instrumental Interlude ----

I bought a ticket to the world
But now I've come back again
Why do I find it hard to write the next line
Oh, I want the truth to be said

Ha, ha-ha, haaaa, ha
I know this much is true
Ha, ha-ha, haaaa, ha
I know this much is true

This much is true
This much is true
This much is true

Howdy do
Howdy do
This is me
Greeting you

Well, my goodness, listeners. Here's our McTag back on the air again with a greeting. Missed you, Brit.

What has our roving reporter in Manchester have to say other than greetings today. <smile>