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Oh no-there's got to be a better way
Say it again
There's got to be a better way-yeah
What is it good for?

War has caused unrest

Among the younger generation
Induction then destruction
Who wants to die?

War-huh
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Say it again

War-huh
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Yeah

War-I despise
'Cos it means destruction

Of innocent lives
War means tears
To thousands of mothers how
When their sons go off to fight
And lose their lives

I said
War-huh

It's an enemy of all mankind
No point of war
'Cos you're a man

Give it to me one time-now
Give it to me one time-now

War has shattered
Many young men's dreams
We've got no place for it today
They say we must fight to keep our freedom
But Lord, there's just got to be a better way

It ain't nothing but a heartbreaker
War
Friend only to the undertaker
War

War
War-Good God, now

Now
Give it to me one time now
Now now
What is it good for?

Well, listeners, it seems that our dys is on a roll, so let's let him sublimate. <smile>

"Relax" (Frankie Goes to Hollywood) is a song by and about homosexuals and a male sexual act.

:wink: .

Well, folks, there's our McTag with an answer. Hmmmm. How did you know that, Brit?

dys playing frankie goes to hollywood, who'da thunk it

and I never heard of Frankie Goes to Hollywood.

How about an afternoon song, folks:

Afternoon Delight
( Starland Vocal Band )

Gonna find my baby, gonna hold her tight
Gonna grab some afternoon delight
My motto's always been 'when it's right, it's right'
Why wait until the middle of a cold dark night?
When everything's a little clearer in the light of day
And we know the night is always gonna be there any way

Thinkin' of you's workin' up my appetite
Looking forward to a little afternoon delight
Rubbin' sticks and stones together makes the sparks ingite
And the thought of lovin' you is getting so exciting
Sky rockets in flight
Afternoon delight
Afternoon delight
Afternoon delight

Started out this morning feeling so polite
I always though a fish could not be caught who wouldn't bite
But you've got some bait a waitin' and I think I might try nibbling
A little afternoon delight
Sky rockets in flight
Afternoon delight
Afternoon delight
Afternoon delight

Please be waiting for me, baby, when I come around
We could make a lot of lovin' 'for the sun goes down

Thinkin' of you's workin' up my appetite
Looking forward to a little afternoon delight
Rubbin' sticks and stones together makes the sparks ingite
And the thought of lovin' you is getting so exciting
Sky rockets in flight
Afternoon delight
Afternoon delight
Afternoon delight

Afternoon delight!

And, listeners, here's a waiting song:

For The Robert E Lee : .




- Dean Martin Lyrics - Waiting For The Robert E Lee Lyrics

(1955)





Way down on the levee in old Alabamy

There's daddy and mammy, there's Efran and Sammy

On a moonlight night you can find them all

While they are waiting the banjos are syncopating

What's that they're saying, what's that they're saying

Well while they keep playing I'm humming and swaying

It's the good ship Robert E. Lee that's come to carry the cotton away



Watch them shuffle along

See them shuffle along

Oh take your best gal real pal go down to the levee

I said the levee

Join the shuffling throng

Hear the music and song

It's simply great mate waiting on the levee

Waiting for the Robert E. Lee



Whistles are blowing smokestacks are showing

The ropes they are throwing, excuse me I'm going

To the place where all is harmonious

Even the preacher they say is the dancing teacher

Have you been down there say were you around there

If you ever go there you'll always be found there

Why doggone here comes my baby on the good ship Robert E. Lee



Watch them shuffle along

See them shuffle along

Oh take your best gal your real pal go down to the levee

I said the levee

Join the shuffling throng

Hear the music and song

It's simply great mate waiting on the levee

Waiting for the Robert E. Lee

we might as well hear all of FGTH's hits, dys played three here's the other two


The Power of Love
Frankie Goes To Hollywood

I'll protect you from the hooded claw
Keep the vampires from your door

Feels like fire
I'm so in love with you
Dreams are like angels
They keep bad at bay-bad at bay
Love is the light
Scaring darkness away-yeah

I'm so in love with you
Purge the soul
Make love your goal

The power of love
A force from above
Cleaning my soul
Flame on burn desire
Love with tongues of fire
Purge the soul
Make love your goal

I'll protect you from the hooded claw
Keep the vampires from your door
When the chips are down I'll be around
With my undying, death-defying
Love for you

Envy will hurt itself
Let yourself be beautiful
Sparkling love, flowers
And pearls and pretty girls
Love is like an energy
Rushin' rushin' inside of me

The power of love
A force from above
Cleaning my soul
Flame on burn desire
Love with tongues of fire
Purge the soul
Make love your goal

This time we go sublime
Lovers entwine-divine divine
Love is danger, love is pleasure
Love is pure-the only treasure

I'm so in love with you
Purge the soul
Make love your goal

The power of love
A force from above
Cleaning my soul
The power of love
A force from above
A sky-scraping dove

Flame on burn desire
Love with tongues of fire
Purge the soul
Make love your goal

I'll protect you from the hooded claw
Keep the vampires from your door



Two Tribes
Frankie Goes To Hollywood

Let's go

When two tribes go to war
A point is all you can score
When two tribes go to war
A point is all you can score

Cowboy No. 1
A born-again poor man's son
On the air America
I modelled shirts by Van Heusen-yeah

You know

When two tribes go to war
A point is all you can score
When two tribes go to war
A point is all you can score

Working on the black gas

Switch off your shield
Switch off and feel
I'm working on loving-yeah
Giving you back the good times
Ship it out-out
I'm working for the black gas

When two tribes go to war
A point is all you can score
When two tribes go to war
A point is all you can score

We got two tribes
We got the bomb
We got the bomb-yeah
Sock it to me biscuits-now

Are we living in a land
Where sex and horror are the new Gods?
Yeah

When two tribes go to war
A point is all you can score

Here's another Frank in Hollywood, dj:

It's the last dance, we've come to the last dance
They're dimming the lights down, they're hoping we'll go



It's obvious they're aware of us, the pair of us
Alone on the floor
Still I want to hold you like this forever and more

It the last song, they're playing the last song
The orchestra's yawning, they're sleepy I know
They're wondering just when will we leave, but till we leave
Keep holding me tight
Through the last dance, each beat of the last dance
And save me the first dance in your dreams tonight

Slow dance
romance
put your arm around me
you make me feel so old
Take me to the drive-in movie
wont't you move me now
before I get too cold
Popcorn serenader
won't you take her down easy
you make her feel like gold
Midnight crusader
when you take her easily
make her feel like gold

Boom town
hoe down
run across the track
don't look back
just lay low
Party pants running
romance interference
got to make appearance
sooner or later I'm told
Slow dance promenader
want to make her feel easy
make her feel like gold
midnight crusader
when you take it easy
make it feel like gold

What a line
was a long time
wasn't moonshine, wasn't
wiskey, wasn't even
party glow
got no looks
wasn't half-hooked
must've been some kind of book
they took that
showed 'em where to go
midnight persuader
got to break this town down slow
moonlight serenader
when you make it easy
make it feel like gold

Listening to Dys slow dance, I find myself wondering about hebba.

Well, folks, maybe the dance music will bring him back:



David Bowie - Let's Dance Lyrics
Let's dance
Let's dance

Let's dance, put on your red shoes and dance the blues
Let's dance, to the song they're playin' on the radio

Let's sway, while colour lights up your face
Let's sway, sway through the crowd to an empty space

If you say run, I'll run with you
And if you say hide, we'll hide
Because my love for you
Would break my heart in two
If you should fall
Into my arms
And tremble like a flower

Let's dance
Let's dance

Let's dance, for fear your grace should fall
Let's dance, for fear tonight is all

Let's sway, you could look into my eyes
Let's sway, under the moonlight, this serious moonlight

And if you say run, I'll run with you
And if you say hide, we'll hide
Because my love for you
Would break my heart in two
If you should fall
Into my arms
And tremble like a flower

Let's dance
Let's dance

Let's dance, put on your red shoes and dance the blues
Let's dance, to the song we're playing
Let's sway
Let's sway, under the moonlight, this serious moonlight
Let's dance
Let'sLet's
Let's
Let's sway
Let's
Let's dance Let's dance Let's dance Let's dance Let's danceLet's
dance
Let's sway
Let's sway
Let's dance Let's dance Let's dance Let's dance Let's danceLet's
dance
Let's dance

Just sitting alone in my little studio wondering about things, listeners. I ran across this item in the news and realized that we are part of a vanishing era:


Whatever happened to thank- you notes? By Olivia Barker, USA TODAY
Tue Dec 27, 7:29 AM ET



Perhaps Brad Morris' friends just weren't that thankful.


Sure, their marriage ceremony in Las Vegas went off without a snag. Morris journeyed there from Frisco, Texas, and gave the couple, his pals from work, a generous gift: a crisp $100 bill.


About a month later, he got an e-mail - a mass message from the bride's Yahoo account addressed "Dear friends," or some such. It thanked the group for attending the wedding and for "all the nice gifts," Morris recalls.


That was it - no monogrammed Crane stationery, no ballpoint pen signature, not even a stamp. The e-mail was his thank-you note.


"It was cheap and pitiful," says Morris, 34. "I would just as soon have received no thank-you as to receive that."


In fact, that's what many generous Americans will receive during this season of giving: absolutely nothing in return. This time of year, when virtually everyone owes someone a thank-you, many people assume that if they open a present in the presence of the giver, no formal thank-you is required.


Even when it comes to expensive baby shower and wedding gifts, the thank-you note increasingly is becoming the thank-you not. Putting fountain pen to ecru eggshell has just about gone the way of plunking IBM Selectric keys onto onion skin.


It's not just that people don't write as many personal notes as they used to. Today, when gratitude is expressed in writing, it's often done grudgingly, as obligation rather than art - via a casual card or e-mail with a generic, hastily scribbled message: "Thank you for the present."


The trend is a reflection of how Americans' short attention spans and electronically wired lives - combined with a diminished mindfulness of etiquette - have made the USA, well, a pretty ungrateful nation.

So, listeners, what do you think?

Let's Face the Music and Dance
Writer(s): Irving Berlin


There may be trouble ahead
But while there's music and moonlight (moonlight and music) and love and romance
Let's face the music and dance

Before the fiddlers have fled
Before they ask us to pay the bill, and while we still have that chance
Let's face the music and dance

Soon, we'll be without the moon
Humming a different tune - and then...

There may be teardrops to shed
So (But) while there's music and moonlight (moonlight and music) and love and romance
(Let's face the music and dance, dance)
(Let's face the music - let's here that music)
Let's face the music and dance

Thank you, edgar. That is indeed a popular dance song, but do you have any thoughts on the demise of the "thank you" note?

I ask because I haven't sent one--not one, and that is unusual for me.

I have never sent a thank you note in my life. Maybe that's why I don't get much to thank people for.

Generally, edgar, the wife does the writing. I've never known many men who do.

Okay. How about a request, Texas?

maybe not for texas, but about texas

All My Ex's Live In Texas
George Strait

Chorus:
All my ex's live in Texas
And Texas is the place I'd dearly love to be
But all my ex's live in Texas
And that's why I hang my hat in Tennessee

Rosanna's down in Texarkana
Wanted me to push her broom
Sweet Eileen's in Abilene
She forgot I hung the moon
And Allison's in Galveston
Somehow lost her sanity
And Dimple's who now lives in Temple's
Got the law looking for me

Chorus

I remember that old Frio River
Where I learned to swim
But it brings to mind another time
Where I wore my welcome thin
By transcendental meditation
I go there each night
But I always come back to myself
Long before daylight

All my ex's live in Texas
And Texas is the place I'd dearly love to be
But all my ex's live in Texas
Therefore I reside in Tennessee

Some folks think I'm hidin'
It's been rumored that I died
But I'm alive and well in Tennessee

A request? How about something in the way of a ballad?

here's a horibble little song by the violent femmes, actually, it's quiet a good song, just slightly disturbing

Country Death Song
Violent Femmes

I had me a wife, I had me some daughters.
I tried so hard, I never knew still waters.
Nothing to eat and nothing to drink.
Nothing for a man to do but sit around and think.
Nothing for a man to do but sit around and think.

Well, I'm a thinkin' and thinkin', 'til there's nothin' I ain't thunk.
Breathing in the stink, 'til finally I stunk.
It was at that time, I swear I lost my mind.
I started making plans to kill my own kind.
I started making plans to kill my own kind.

Come little daughter," I said to the youngest one,
Put your coat on, we'll have some fun.
We'll go out to mountains, the one to explore.
Her face then lit up, I was standing by the door.
Her face then lit up, I was standing by the door.

Come little daughter, I will carry the lanterns.
We'll go out tonight, we'll go to the caverns.
We'll go out tonight, we'll go to the caves.
Kiss your mother goodnight and remember that God saves.
Kiss your mother goodnight and remember that God saves.

A led her to a hole, a deep black well.
I said "make a wish, make sure and not tell and
close you're eyes dear, and count to seven.
You know your papa loves you, good children go to heaven.
You know your papa loves you, good children go to heaven.

I gave her a push, I gave her a shove.
I pushed with all my might, I pushed with all my love.
I threw my child into a bottomless pit.
She was screaming as she fell, but I never heard her hit.
She was screaming as she fell, but I never heard her hit.

Gather round boys to this tale that I tell.
You wanna know how to take a short trip to hell?
It's guaranteed to get your own place in hell.
Just take your lovely daughter and push her in the well.
Take your lovely daughter and throw her in the well.

Don't speak to me of lovers, with a broken heart.
You wanna know what can really tear you apart?
I'm going out to the barn, with a never stoppin' pain!
I'm going out to the barn, to hang myself in shame.

dj, Thanks for playing that song for edgar.

Yikes, Canada, that Country Death Song reminded me of the movie, The Ring.

That's not much of a goodnight song for Letty, but I think I have to use it anyway. <smile>

Goodnight, my friends. Catch this kiss from Florida. <smile>

From Letty with love.