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good morning, WA2K. i'm resuming the billboard hot 100's with Elvis' number hit from December 1960:

Are you lonesome tonight,
do you miss me tonight?
Are you sorry we drifted apart?
Does your memory stray to a brighter sunny day
When I kissed you and called you sweetheart?
Do the chairs in your parlor seem empty and bare?
Do you gaze at your doorstep and picture me there?
Is your heart filled with pain, shall I come back again?
Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight?

I wonder if you're lonesome tonight
You know someone said that the world's a stage
And each must play a part.
Fate had me playing in love you as my sweet heart.
Act one was when we met, I loved you at first glance
You read your line so cleverly and never missed a cue
Then came act two, you seemed to change and you acted strange
And why I'll never know.
Honey, you lied when you said you loved me
And I had no cause to doubt you.
But I'd rather go on hearing your lies
Than go on living without you.
Now the stage is bare and I'm standing there
With emptiness all around
And if you won't come back to me
Then make them bring the curtain down.

Is your heart filled with pain, shall I come back again?
Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight?

Good Morning WA2K. It was on this date one year ago (Unbelievable - -how time flies) that I began posting birthdays. But, if our PD would like, I will occasionally post a picture of one or two celebrities in honor of his/her birthday.

Thanks, Mr. Turtle. I guess Elvis will remain the King.

Raggedy, my dear. We always look for your celeb pictures. Some we know and some we don't, but I have done a lot of soul searching recently, and I find the research quite stimulating.

Incidentally, listeners. A while back, I posted a picture and asked for someone to match it with one of Bob's bios. The answer is Leonardo DiCaprio in "What's Eating Gilbert Grape."

Here's song for the game players out there:

A Man For All Seasons

by Robbie Williams
One eye on the shadows protecting his fellows
From sun up to the moon on his back
Sent the villains to Hades
A hit with the ladies
A stallion in the sack
You can't get your life back
When right follows left Jack
The more you see the less you know
When others would leak it
His service is secret
Plays God when it's your time to go

Queen and country safe and sound
With villians six feet underground
And no one knows cause no one's found
Any trace of a man for all seasons
Loves them and leaves them alone, so alone
And you and I wouldn't have a clue
Who's doing what, why, when and who,
Up the creek with no canoe,
Watch out for the man for all seasons
Loves them and leaves them alone, so alone
But safe at home

From the House of Lords
Saving Norfolk Broads
Commoners and landed gentry
His word his bond
Whether brunette or blonde
Baby it's so elementary
For the man never messed up your life with one stare
See the film you'll know how it goes
But this ain't no fiction
Just check the diction quid pro quo a pro´s pro
Fellas
Don't be jealous
When they made him they broke the mould
So charismatic,
Willing, automatic
Never prematurely shooting his load

Queen and country safe and sound
With villians six feet underground
And no one knows cause no one's found
Any trace of a man for all seasons
Loves them and leaves them alone, so alone
And you and I wouldn't have a clue
Who's doing what, why, when and who,
Up the creek with no canoe,
Watch out for the man for all seasons
Loves them and leaves them alone, so alone
But safe at home

Letty, maybe it's not too early to bring out one of my favorite "holiday carols:"

(I really can't stay) But baby it's cold outside
(Got to go away) But baby it's cold outside
(This evening has been) Been hoping you'd drop in
(So very nice) I'll hold your hands they're just like ice
(My mother will start to worry) Beautiful what's your hurry
(My father will be pacing the floor) Listen to the fireplace roar
(So really I'd better scurry) Beautiful please don't hurry
(Well maybe just half a drink) Put some records on while I pour

(The neighbors might think) Baby it's bad out there
(Say what's in this drink) No cabs to be had out there
(I wish I knew how) Your eyes are like starlight now
(To break this spell) I'll take your hat your hair looks swell
(I ought to say no no) Mind if I move in closer
(At least I'm going to say I tried) What's the sense of hurting my pride
(I really can't stay) Baby don't hold out
(Both) Baby it's cold outside

(I simply must go) Baby it's cold outside
(The answer is no) Baby it's cold outside
(The welcome has been) How lucky that you dropped in
(So nice and warm) Look out the window at the storm
(My sister will be suspicious) Gosh your lips look delicious
(My brother will be there at the door) Waves upon a tropical shore
(My maiden aunt's mind is vicious) Gosh your lips are delicious
(But maybe just a cigarette) Never such a blizzard before

(I got to get home) But baby you'd freeze out there
(Say lend me a comb) It's up to your knees out there
(You've really been grand) I thrill when you touch my hand
(But don't you see) How can you do this to me
(There's bound to be talk tomorrow) Think of my life long sorrow
(At least they'll be plenty implied) If you caught pneumonia and died
(I really can't stay) Get over that hold old
(Both) Baby it's cold
(Both) Baby it's cold outside

Dear listeners, from

Ah, Mr. Turtle, I remember that song, but can't recall who sang it. Thanks, honey.

ehBeth, there is a song that is an instrumental that matches your Calgary. I heard it on TV one evening and all that would come to mind was the William Tell Overture.

Listeners, I can't believe that Shirley Temple dolls are still being manufactured. WOW.

Here's a song for someone that matches our ehBeth's news:


Bob Dylan
» Mr. Bojangles

I knew a man Bojangles and he'd dance for you in worn out shoes
Silver hair, ragged shirt and baggy pants, that old soft shoe
He'd jump so high, he'd jump so high, will he likely touch down ?
Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance.

I met him in a cell in New Orleans, I was down and out
He looked to me to be the eye of age as he spoke right out
He talked of life, he talked of life, laughing slapped his leg stale
Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance.

He said the name Bojangles and he danced a lick all across the cell
He grabbed his pants for a better stance, oh he jumped so high and he clicked
up his heels
He let go laugh, he let go laugh, shook back his clothes all around
Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance, yeah, dance.

He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs throughtout the south
He spoke with tears of 15 years of how his dog and him but just travelled all about
Hid dog up and died, he up and died, and after 20 years he still grieves
Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance.

He said I dance now at every chance at honky-tonks for drinks and tips
But most of the time I spend behind these county bars,Ocause I drink so bitO
He shook his head, yes he shook his head, I heard someone ask him, OpleaseO,
Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance, dance, Mr Bojangles, dance.

Can you guess which of ehBeth's toys it matches?

Now I remember, listeners. It's The Calgary Stampede, just cannot recall the melody.

Anyone know the answer to Dylan's song?

Mr Bojangles was written and performed by none other that Jerry Jef Walker who still (when sober) kicks out the jams around texas saloons.

My God, dys. I thought that Bob Dylan wrote it. Well, whoever, can you explain the connection with the dollie thing? Come on, cowboy.

an interesting sideline to this Bojangles thing is that the character of Bojangles was real life. Mr Walker met the Bojangles in a jail (I assume both were there for drunk and disorderly) and the song that Mr Walker wrote was picked up by a band called The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band and made the charts in a big way. After that damn near everyone and their sister recorded the song from Sammy Davis Jr to Bob Dylan, yet noone seems to remember that it was from the head of Mr Jerry Jef Walker.

excuse me Lettybetty, I often go off on tangents.

Never know what we'll learn on A2K, especially from Dys.

Hey jln, did you know that twinkes changed from Banana Cream filling to Vanilla Cream because the cost of bananas became too steep during the war?

Johnny was a schoolboy when he heard his first Beatle song,
'Love me do,' I think it was. From there it didn't take him long.
Got himself a guitar, used to play every night,
Now he's in a rock 'n' roll outfit,

And everything's all right, don't you know?

Johnny told his mama, hey, 'Mama, I'm goin' away. I'm gonna hit the big
time, gonna be a big star someday', Yeah.
Mama came to the door with a teardrop in her eye.
Johnny said, 'Don't cry, mama, smile and wave good-bye'.

Don't you know, yeah yeah, Don't you know that you are a shooting star,
Don't you know, don't you know. Don't you know that you are
a shooting star, And all the world will love you just as long,
As long as you are.

Johnny made a record, Went straight up to number one,
Suddenly everyone loved to hear him sing the song.
Watching the world go by, surprising it goes so fast.
Johnny looked around him and said, 'Well, I made the big time at last'.

Don't you know, don't you know, Don't you know that you are
a shooting star,
Don't you know, oh, yeah, Don't you know that you are
a shooting star, yeah,
And all the world will love you just as long,
As long as you are, a shooting star.

Don't you know that you are a shooting star, Don't you know, yeah,
Don't you know that you are a shooting star, now,
And all the world will love you just as long, As long you are you.

Johnny died one night, died in his bed, Bottle of whiskey,
sleeping tablets by his head. Johnny's life passed him by like a
warm summer day, If you listen to the wind you can still hear him play

Oh oh oh, Don't you know that you are a shooting star,
Don't you know, yeah, don't you know', Don't you know that
you are a shooting star,
Don't you know, yeah,
Don't you know that you are a shooting star,
Don't you, don't you,
don't you, don't you,
Don't you know, don't you
know, oh, yeah, you are,
Yeah, a shooting star, yeah, oh
oh oh oh oh......
Don't you, don't you know
that you are a shooting star,
Don't you don't you know......

Hummmm, hummmm, hmm-hmm....

A tangent is all right, folks, it's the going off that troubles me.<smile>

Actually that jangles song was about Bill Robinson and Bill Robinson danced with Shirley Temple and Bill Cosby call him her pet.

Now there's a real tangent for you, listeners.

My word. Do you mean that twinkies haven't been banned yet? The next thing we know, they will be banning smoking and seatbelts, and Kipling, and Mark Twain, and even the Songs of Solomon.

What's this world coming to? Please don't call in about the world, listeners.

For dys and di:

STING - This Cowboy Song Lyrics

We rode all night across an endless desert
We had no moon to light our way
And though a million stars were slowly turning
We lacked the consciences to pray

Our horses running like a devil chase us
Their feet, they hardly touched the ground
Yes, I'm familiar with a grey wolf howling
But I'm certain I never heard that sound
Devil to pay on judgement day
Would Jesus strike me down if I should pray?
This cowboy song is all I know
To bring me back into your arms
Your distant sun, your shining light
You'll be my dark-star shining tonight

I've been the lowest of the low on the planet
I've been a sinner all my days
When I was living with my hand on the trigger
I had no sense to change my ways
The preacher asked if I'd embrace the resurrection
To suck the poison from my life
Just like an existential cowboy villain
His words were balanced on my knife
Devil to pay, on judgement day
Would Jesus strike me down if I should pray?

This cowboy song is all I know
To bring me back into your arms
Your distant sun, your shining light
You'll be my dark-star shining tonight

Every night
Every night
All my distances afar

This cowboy song, is all I know
To bring me back into your arms
This cowboy song, this cowboy life
I'll be your dark-star shining tonight

Dark-star...

Don't pay any attention to me. During the Xmas season I become a bit of a sh*t-head. You're right, Letty: it has in part to do with the reduction of good music on the radio and the omnipresence of that horror, The Nutcracker--something so bad it's only performed in December.
Bah, humbug. (this is my only disagreement with Edgar, a strong man, an ubermench who becomes a wimp at Xmas time).
Bah, again.

Dys, nice trivia--so glad Johnny died. Bah!

Damn that feels so good!

Actually, I'm just trying to introduce some balance to the thread.