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I didn't find it either, Letty.

Hi
I am new to the boards, just want to introduce myself.

I am AJ Rodriguez, I live in New Orleans, LA . Currently I write children's novels.

If you need someone to interview for your radio station I would be happy to oblige.

AJ Rodriguez

BBB, I couldn't find it either. My daughter sent it to me in an e-mail. Maybe she misread something.

Yikes! I just noticed Panz's cat's paw and the opening and closing of the eye.
When the dogs came out to play,
Panz's kitty ran away

Al, welcome to WA2K radio. We would be delighted to hear about your children's books. Please be our guest.

Doris Roberts
Yes, what a wonderful actress...I think the shows writers are using her more and more. Ensemble comedy...what a treat


welcome 'poke let's hear about ya

Louisiana is one place I'd like to go. I have been to the States only twice, and although I got to Galveston, I did not visit the real South.

Maybe we should break for a record from Fats Domino or Dr John. Dr John was in England last week, I read about it in the paper and heard a record played on the radio in recognition of the tour.

Oh boy...what's we gonna hear by Dr. John?

Whatya got by Mac?

How bout "Back To New Orleans" with Al Hirt blowin strong and the Neville Brothers singin sweet?

Ahem. Many listeners are calling in to say that they are confused about the reporting.

First, We saluted Raggedy's celebrities.
Then we discussed George Burns and Pat Neal and her husband.
Then Panz thanked msolga for her comment, which I missed.
Then Letty asked about Lily Tomlin
Then Osso and BBB reported that they couldn't find it.
Then we welcomed Al and asked him to tell us about his children's books.

From that point on, It became somewhat of a small maelstrom.

McTag--play away. and we'll try and get it sequenced.

For al and all:

Season of the Witch
Blues Brothers, Dr. John
When I look out my window
Many sites to see
When I look in my window
So many different people to be
It's strange
So very strange
You got to pick up every stitch
You got to pick up every stitch
Must be the season
The season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch

When I look over my shoulder
What do you think I see
Some other cat looking over
His shoulder right at me
And it's strange
Surely strange
You got to pick up every stitch
Beatniks are out to make it rich
Oh, no
Must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch


When I look out my window
So many sites to see
When I look into my window
So many different people to be
You got to pick up every stitch
Rabbit's runnin' in the ditch
Beatniks are out to make it rich
Oh, no
Oh, no
Must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch...

Ahhhh Donovan...now there was a balladeer.

Here is a bit of an interesting story that I would bet not many of yall are aware of (I certainly wasn't).
Back in the mid 1960's, when the VN war was ramping up, most all of the troops got there via troop ships. It took about 18 days and each ship would hold as many as 3500 men (and some women-nurses-for the most part).
Later on, those ships were moth-balled off the coast of VA and were gradually being scrapped.
Enter a military buff named Art Beltrone. He managed to get aboard one of the ships (the Nelson Walker) and discovered a treasure: troops would lie in their bunks and, using the equivalent of a Sharpie, would write or draw on the underside of the canvas bottoms of the bunk above them.
Beltrone wrote a book called "Vietnam Graffitti-Messages From A Forgotten Troop Ship." More importantly, the original art work has been extracted and is being preserved at the Smithsonian.
Pretty cool, I think.
If anyone is interested I can probably give a ref to the local NPR station that interviewed Beltrone.

<tonight on WA2K, the heartbreak hour, it's happened to everyone, we've cried, we've drank too much, we've tried to pretend it didn't matter, but we were fooling ourselves, and whlie we won't be hearing this song tonight, one tile sums it all up, love hurts or stinks take your pick

first up, before there was fox, before there was the simpsons, there was stiff records, and tracey ullman, you broke my heart in 17 places>

I cried, when you left me I nearly died
You had just been along for the ride
But now the show is over
I'm glad 'cause you always made me so sad
I thought I was going to go mad
When you just ran for cover
Now I'm going away to be on my own
And I will forget all the things that you've done
'cause you broke my heart in 17 places
Shepherds bush was only one

You say you won't walk out on me anymore
But I remember you said that before
And you won't get a chance now
We're through
So there's one thing I've gotta do
I'm gonna go out with somebody new
And find some true romance now
So don't expect me to be hanging around
When you get fed up with the other girls in town
'cause you broke my heart in 17 places
Shepherds bush was only one

There's no point in us making any more dates
Why don't you play football with some of your mates?
If I stay in london I'll just want to cry
So I'm leaving baby, this is my final goodbye
(this is my final goodbye)

Now I'm going away to be on my own
And I will forget all the things that you've done
'cause you broke my heart in 17 places
Shepherds bush was only one
You broke my heart in 17 places
Shepherds bush was only one (only one)
Only one (only one), only one (only one),
Only one.

<that was great, next up, rising, phoenix like from the ashes of 80's group the housemartins, paul heaton and the beautiful south have written some great songs about love, life and well, lovelife, here's a good one

and it goes out especially for you>

Only buy this if you're lonely
Only listen if you're blue
If you are married and you are happy
This song is not to do with you

If you're listening at your work place
Feeling small amongst the men
Do not sing this to your workmates
This song is not to do with them
But if you're sitting on a barstool
Wondering what on earth to do
Don't let them tell you no-one cares
This songs one especially for you

If you are listening on your radio
Smiling while you drive along
Tune the band into another
Because this song is not your song

If you're working as a dj
Leave this record in it's sleeve
Cause this ones not for general airplay
This song's for the day she leaves

If you've bought this and you're sinking
And I think that you know who
It matters not the mouth that's singing
This song's one especially for you

So this goes out to the lonely
So this goes out to the sad
And it goes out to the only
One you felt you ever had

If you're there in total darkness
With a letter in your hand
Do not bother with the letter
Lust listen to the band

So only buy this if you're lonely

<the next cut is by the band nerf herder, and to quote a little band from anthens, georgia

this one goes out to the one i love>

Sorry we broke up, sorry I missed you
Sorry I wanted only to kiss you
Sorry I promised to love you forever
Made you feel guilty oh when you left me
Sorry I showed up at your party
Sorry I drank up all the Bacardi
Sorry I puked up on your bedspread
Sorry I wanted to be your boyfriend again

What can I do?
It's over it's over it's over it's over
What can I do?
I am the loser

Sorry I saw you and I heard birds sing
Sorry I touched you and I heard bells ring
Sorry I jacked off outside of your window
While you were sleeping, I thought you'd never know
Sorry I showed up at your wedding
Sorry I tried so hard to get in
Sorry I screwed up your picture
Sorry I had sex with your sister

What can I do?
It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over
What can I do?
I am the loser

Sorry we broke up, sorry I missed you
Sorry I wanted only to kiss you
Sorry I promised to love you forever
Made you feel guilty oh when you left me
Sorry I showed up at your dinner
Sorry I said those things to your father
Sorry I crashed through your window on acid
Sorry I made a mess
Sorry I bled to death

What can I do?
It's over it's over it's over it's over
What can I do?
I am the loser

<whew, i think we've all been there, and i think we've all been here too, we don't want to admit defeat, we don't want to face the facts, in the words of stephen merritt and the magnetic fields>

I don't want to get over you.
I guess I could take a sleeping pill and sleep at will
And not have to go through what I go through.
I guess I should take Prozac, right,
And just smile all night at somebody new,
Somebody not too bright but sweet
And kind who would try to get you off my mind.
I could leave this agony behind which is just what I'd do if I wanted to,
But I don't want to get over you cause
I don't want to get over love.
I could listen to my therapist, pretend you don't exist
And not have to dream of what I dream of;

I could listen to all my friends and go out again and pretend it's enough,
Or I could make a career of being blue
I could dress in black and read Camus,
Smoke clove cigarettes and drink vermouth like I was 17 that would be a scream
But I don't want to get over you.

<a couple more tunes before i go, a tale of rejection from the great johhny cash and a tale of redemption from the band lit>

Go away from my window
Leave at your own chosen speed
I'm not the one you want, babe
I'm not the one you need
You say you're lookin' for someone
Who's never weak but always strong
To protect you and defend you
Whether you are right or wrong
Someone to open each and every door

[CHORUS:]
But it ain't me babe
No, no, no, it ain't me babe
It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe

Go lightly from the ledge, babe
Go lightly on the ground
I'm not the one you want, babe
I'll only let you down
You say you're lookin' for someone
Who'll promise never to part
Someone to close his eyes to you
Someone to close his heart
Someone to die for you and more

[REPEAT CHORUS]

You say you're lookin' for someone
To pick you up each time you fall
To gather flowers constantly
And to come each time you call
And will love you for your life
And nothin' more

[REPEAT CHORUS]




I've been stealing
Time where I can get it from
I've been losing
Grip on what I used to hold

If I could get another chance
I'd put it in a ziploc bag
And keep it in my pocket
Keep it in my pocket
Keep it in my pocket

Tell me
When I start to blow it
Would you show me
What I need to do
Before you hate me
I could never live with that so
Tell me
Before you're better off without me

I've been watching you
Sleeping with a troubled look
I'm sure your bad dreams
Are probably all about me
And better off without me

If I could get another chance
I'd put it in a ziploc bag
And keep it in my pocket
Keep it in my pocket
Keep it in my pocket

Tell me
When I start to blow it
Would you show me
What I need to do
Before you hate me
I could never live with that so
Tell me
Before you're better off without me

I've been losing
Grip on what I used to hold
I don't want you
to be better off without me

If I could get another chance
I'd put it in a ziploc bag
And keep it in my pocket
Keep it in my pocket
Keep it in my pocket

Tell me
When I start to blow it
Would you show me
What I need to do
Before you hate me
I could never live with that so
Tell me
Before you're better off without me

Oh, yeah, I'm interested, Panz.

dj, yes. Don't we just love to have our hearts broken. It's part of the game called Love. I think I once referred to it as delicious pain.

John of Virginia, we are indeed interested in what those young men wrote. Seeing that would be more than finding a first edition among the dusty tomes of one's library.

I sent Al a PM asking him to share his books with us here. I do hope that he feels free to be interviewed.

You know, dj broke me up with that sequence so I'm not sure what your interest is....

I think osso meant RJB, panz.

My word. That Brat Brigade thread was locked. Wonder why?

You're right, Letty, I meant about the above bunk graffiti.

Whew...you girls are doing a Gaslight on me...