And our Raggedy and Bob take center stage together, listeners.
Thanks to PA and Boston for their timely coinciding. Will check them out later, you two delightful people.
Song for today from Letty:
Bowie
Lyrics
I was walking through the counters of a national concern
And a cash machine was spitting by my shoulder
And I saw the multitude of faces, honest, rich and clean
As the merchandise exchanged and money roared
And a woman hot with worry slyly slipped a tin of stewing steak
and be sure you check this out, listeners:
http://www.showtune.com.au/mediatext_2001.html
Just a whole lot of hawks in the music business, buddy.
You know, folks, I think I prefer nom de plume to pseudonym.
Into the paper bag at her side
And her face was white with fear in case her actions were observed
So she closed her eyes to keep her conscience blind
Crying
"God knows I'm good
God knows I'm good
God knows I'm good
God may look the other way today
God knows I'm good
God knows I'm good
God knows I'm good
God may look the other way today"
Then she moved toward the exit clutching tightly at her paper bag
Perspiration trickled down her forehead
And her heart it leapt inside her as the hand laid on her shoulder
She was led away bewildered and amazed
Through her deafened ears the cash machines were shrieking on the counter
As her escort asked her softly for her name
And a crowd of honest people rushed to help a tired old lady
Who had fainted to the whirling wooden floor
Crying
"God knows I'm good
God knows I'm good
God knows I'm good
Surely God won't look the other way
God knows I'm good
God knows I'm good
God knows I'm good
Surely God won't look the other way"
Old days
Good times I remember
Fun days
Filled with simple pleasures
Drive-in movies
Comic books and blue jeans
Howdy doody
Baseball cards and birthdays
Take me back
To a world gone away
Memories
Seem like yesterday
Old days
Good times I remember
Gold days
Days I'll always treasure
Funny faces
Full of love and laughter
Funny places
Summer nights and streetcars
Take me back
To a world gone away
Boyhood memories
Seem like yesterday
Old days - in my mind and in my heart to stay
Old days - darkened dreams of good times gone away
Old days - days of love and feeling fancy free
Old days - days of magic still so close to me
Old days - in my mind and in my heart to stay
Old days - darkened dreams of good times gone away
Old days - days of love and feeling fancy free
Old days - days of magic still so close to me
Incidentally, folks. Hope you enjoyed the voice over presentation in the middle of Bowie. <smile.>
Well fancy that, folks. Here's our Walter playing a song to which we can all relate.Some of us more than others, Germany. <warm smile>
Incidentally, I do believe I saw our Duke of York back with us. Wonderful news, listeners.
Letty wrote:
Incidentally, I do believe I saw our Duke of York back with us. Wonderful news, listeners.
He must have posted under new, different name then.
Ah, Walter, I had hoped that I was right.
Well, listeners, we will check on our missing friends later, but for now.....
News from the animal world:
Panda Cub Makes His Debut at National Zoo
Published: 11/29/05, 9:05 PM EDT
WASHINGTON (AP) - Tai Shan, the giant panda cub, showed Tuesday that he is a quick study, prancing about in his den and otherwise mugging for hordes of camera crews in this city that's a veritable fishbowl for celebrities.
Pictures for our bulletin board to follow, folks.
and while I continue my search for a Panda Plaything, listeners, I'll play an altered song for the animal lovers out there:
BABY LET ME BE
YOUR LOVIN panda BEAR
PUT A CHAIN AROUND MY NECK
AND LEAD ME ANYWHERE
OH LET ME BE
YOUR panda BEAR
BABY LET ME BE
AROUND YOU EVERY NIGHT
RUN YOUR FINGERS THROUGH MY HAIR
AND CUDDLE ME REAL TIGHT
OH LET ME BE
YOUR panda BEAR
I DON'T WANT TO BE A TIGER
CAUSE TIGERS PLAY TO ROUGH
I DON'T WANT TO BE A LION
'cAUSE LIONS AIN'T THE KIND
YOU LOVE ENOUGH
I DON'T WANT TO BE A TIGER
CAUSE TIGERS PLAY TO ROUGH
I DON'T WANT TO BE A RHINO
CAUSE RHINO'S HORN TO GRUFF
I DON'T WANT TO BE A CHEETAH
CAUSE CHEETAHS SCRATCH YOUR STUFF
I DON'T WANT BE A LION
CAUSE LION'S AIN'T THE KIND
YOU LOVE ENOUGH
OH NOW BABY LET ME BE
AROUND YOUR CAGE TONIGHT
WRAP YOUR LOCK AROUND MY KEY
AND TURN IT ROUND JUST RIGHT
OH LET ME BE
YOUR panda BEAR
OH LET ME BE
HAY HI HO panda BEAR
OH panda BEAR
Keep on runnin'
Keep on hidin'
One fine day I'm gonna be the one
To make you understand
Oh yeah
I'm gonna be your man
Hey hey hey
Everyone is talkin' about me
Makes me feel so bad
Hey hey hey
Everyone is laughing at me
Makes me feel so sad
Keep on runnin'
Hey hey
All right!
Keep on runnin'
Runnin' from my arms
One fine day I'm gonna be the one
To make you understand
Oh yeah
I'm gonna be your man
Hey hey hey
Everyone is talkin' about me
Makes me feel so sad
Hey hey hey
Everyone is laughin' at me
Makes me feel so bad
Keep on runnin'
Runnin' from my arms
One fine day I'm gonna be the one
To make you understand
Oh yeah
I'm gonna be your man
Just saw snood's new avatar :wink:
Hey, Walter, great song and great reproduction. Glad you have hung in here, buddy.
For our snood:
Artist: Aretha Franklin Lyrics
Song: Walk on By Lyrics
If you see me walking down the street
And I start to cry each time we meet
Walk on by, walk on by
Make believe
That you don't see the tears
Just let me grieve
In private 'cause each time I see you
I break down and cry
And walk on by (don't stop)
And walk on by (don't stop)
And walk on by
I just can't get over losing you
And so if I seem broken and blue
Walk on by, walk on by
Foolish pride
Is all that I have left
So let me hide
The tears and the sadness you gave me
When you said goodbye
Walk on by
And walk on by
And walk by (don't stop)
Walk on by, walk on by
Foolish pride
Is all that I have left
So let me hide
The tears and the sadness you gave me
When you said goodbye
Walk on by (don't stop)
And walk on by (don't stop)
And walk by (don't stop)
try this link, it's slow loading but a real hoot
www.trunkmonkeyad.com
Thanks, dys. I had hoped that you would spring that monkey stuff here.
Shall we try it listeners? But of course we will.
No. 1 played and loved. Fabulous, folks. That's what I need-- A trunk monkey.
as promised, "K, L and M"
there's an interesting conection between three of the artists (one from each letter) :wink:
God's Children
The Kinks
Man made the buildings that reach for the sky
And man made the motorcar and learned how to fly
But he didn't make the flowers and he didn't make the trees
And he didn't make you and he didn't make me
And he got no right to turn us into machines
He's got no right at all
'Cause we are all God's children
And he got no right to change us
Oh, we gotta go back the way the good lord made us all
Don't want this world to change me
I wanna go back the way the good lord made me
Same lungs that he gave me to breath with
Same eyes he gave me to see with
Oh, the rich man, the poor man, the saint and the sinner
The wise man, the simpleton, the loser and the winner
We are all the same to Him
Stripped of our clothes and all the things we own
The day that we are born
We are all God's children
And they got no right to change us
Oh, we gotta go back the way the good lord made
Oh, the good lord made us all
And we are all his children
And they got no right to change us
Oh, we gotta go back the way the good lord made us all
Yeah, we gotta go back the way the good lord made us all
Calling Occupants Of Interplanetary Craft (The Recognized Anthem of World Contact Day)
Klaatu
In your mind you have abilities you know
To telepath messages through the vast unknown
Please close your eyes and concentrate
With every thought you think
Upon the recitation we're about to sing
Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary, most extraordinary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary, most extraordinary craft
You've been observing our earth
And we'd like to make a contact with you
We are your friends
Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants and interplanetary ultra-emissaries
We've been observing your earth
And one night we'll make a contact with you
We are your friends
Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary, quite extraordinary craft
Please come in peace we beseech you
Only a landing will teach them
Our earth may never survive
So do come we beg you
Please interstellar policemen
Won't you give us a sign
Give us a sign that we've reached you
With your mind you have ability to form
And transmit thought energy far beyond the norm
You close your eyes
You concentrate
Together that's the way
To send the message
We declare World Contact Day
Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary, most extraordinary craft
Ahhh
Calling occupants
Calling occupants
Calling occupants
Calling occupants
Calling occupants of interplanetary, most extraordinary craft
Working Class Hero
John Lennon
As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so f**kin' crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still f**kin' peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
There's room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
Walking On Broken Glass
Annie Lennox
You were the sweetest thing that I ever knew
But I don't care for sugar, honey, if I can't have you
Since you've abandoned me
My whole life has crashed
Won't you pick the pieces up
'Cause it feels just like I'm walking on broken glass
Walking on, walking on broken glass
Walking on, walking on broken glass
The sun's still shining in the big blue sky
But it don't mean nothing to me
Oh, let the rain come down
Let the wind blow through me
I'm living in an empty room
With all the windows smashed
And I've got so little left to lose
That it feels just like I'm walking on broken glass
Walking on, walking on broken glass
And if you're trying to cut me down
You know that I might bleed
'Cause if you're trying to cut me down
I know that you'll succeed
And if you want to hurt me
There's nothing left to fear
Cause if you want to hurt me
You're doing really well, my dear
Now everyone of us is made to suffer
Everyone of us is made to weep
But we've been hurting one another
And now the pain has cut too deep . . .
So take me from the wreckage
Save me from the blast
Lift me up and take me back
Don't let me keep on walking . . . don't let me keep on walking
I can't keep on walking on, keep on walking on, keep on
Walking on broken glass
Walking on, walking on broken glass
Walking on, walking on broken glass
Walking on, walking on broken glass
Walking on, walking on broken glass
Walking on, walking on broken glass . . .
Junior's Farm
Paul McCartney
You should have seen me with the poker man,
I had a honey and I bet a grand,
Just in the nick of time I looked at his hand.
I was talking to an Eskimo,
Said he was hopping for a fall of snow,
When up popped a sea lion ready to go.
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go
Down to junior's farm where I want to lay low,
Low life, high life, oh, let's go,
Take me down to junior's farm.
At the Houses of Parliament
ev'rybody's talking 'bout the President,
We all chip in for a bag of cement.
Olly Hardy should have had more sense,
He bought a gee-gee and he jumped the fence,
All for the sake of a couple of pence.
I took my bag into a grocer's store,
The price is higher than the time before,
Old man asked me why is it more.
I said you should have seen me with the poker man,
I had a honey and I bet a grand,
Just in the nick of time I looked at his hand.
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go
Down to junior's farm where I want to lay low,
Low life, high life, oh, let's go,
Take me down to junior's farm,
Let's go, let's go, down to junior's farm where I want to lay low.
Low life, high life, oh, let's go,
Take me down to junior's farm
Ev'rybody tag along.
The Never-Played Symphonies
Morrissey
Reflecting from my deathbed
I'm balancing life's riches against the ditches
and the flat gray years in between
All I can see are the never-laid
That's the never-played symphonies
I can't see those who tried to love me
All those who felt they understood me
and I can't see those who very patiently put up with me
All I can see are the never-laid
Or the never-played symphonies
You were one, you meant to be one
and you jumped into my face and laughed
and kissed me on the cheek and then were gone forever
...not quite
Black sky in the daytime
and I don't much mind dying
When there is nothing left to care for anymore
Just the never-laid, the never-played symphonies
You were one, you knew you were one
and you slipped right thru my fingers
No not literally but metaphorically
and now you're all I see as the light fades
There's our man from Canada, listeners. His K-L-M songs can be played behind our monkey.
While we are waiting for the second monkey to produce, let's listen to an M song.
Mack the Knife
Words & Music by Kurt Weil
From "The Three Penny Opera"
Recorded by Bobby Darin, 1959
D D6 Cdim A7
Well, the shark has pretty teeth dear,
A7+5 A7 A7sus4 A7 D6
And he keeps them pearl - y white
Bm Em
Just a jackknife has old MacHeath dear,
G/B A7sus4 A7 D Cdim A7
And he keeps it out of sight.
When the shark bites with his teeth dear,
Scarlet billows start to spread
Fancy gloves though wears old MacHeath dear,
So there's never a trace of red
Sunday morning on the sidewalk,
Lies a body oozing life
And some one's creeping around the corner,
Could that some one be Mack the knife?
From a tug boat on the river
A cement bag's dropping down
The cement's just for the weight dear,
Five'll get you ten ol' Macky's back in town
Louis Miller disappeared dear,
After drawing all his cash
And old MacHeath spends like a sailor --
Did our boy do someting rash?
Suky Tawdry, Jenny Diver,
Look out, Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown
Well, the line forms on the right girls,
Now that Macky's back in town!
track 2 played and loved, listeners. Hey, kids, take warning. Yo Momma needs them eggs. Either behave or suffer the consequences of the Chimp Champ.
Funnnnneeeee. The monkey turned on the pretty lady trying to talk her way out of a ticket from the big, bad cop. Wonder if he's a mafia monkey trying to make the county mountie an offer he can't refuse.
Love it, dyas
Well, folks, as fate would have it, the trunk monkey delivering a baby takes a little longer than the rest.
I'll pause for station identification:
This is cyberspace, WA2K radio
dys, We all want to thank you for supplying us with the trunk monkey. The last track was so sweet, buddy. That brings back such memories, honey. My first was almost born at a football game and the only monkey around was my husband. <smile>
