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Interesting lyrics, dys. I especially like the first one. Come on, buddy. Explain the concepts, ok?

Hi Letty, and a happy new year to you. I hope you had a good holiday.

I went to the Boxing day races, and they turned out to be a bit like this....


DELANEY'S DONKEY


Now Delaney had a donkey that everyone admired,
Tempo'rily lazy and permanently tired
A leg at ev'ry corner balancing his head,
And a tail to let you know which end he wanted to be fed
Riley slyly said "We've underrated it, why not train it?"
Then he took a rag
They rubbed it, scrubbed it,
They oiled and embrocated it,
Got it to the post
And when the starter dropped his flag
There was Riley pushing it, shoving it, shushing it
Hogan, Logan and ev'ryone in town lined up
Attacking it and shoving it and smacking it
They might as well have tried to push the Town Hall down
The donkey was eyeing them,
Openly defying them
Winking, blinking and twisting out of place
Riley reversing it,
Ev'rybody cursing it
The day Delaney's donkey ran the halfmile race.

The muscles of the mighty never known to flinch,
They couldn't budge the donkey a quarter of an inch
Delaney lay exhausted, hanging round its throat
With a grip just like a Scotchman on a five pound note
Starter, Carter, he lined up with the rest of 'em.
When it saw them, it was willing then
It raced up, braced up, ready for the best of 'em.
They started off to cheer it but it changed its mind again
There was Riley pushing it, shoving it and shushing it
Hogan, Logan and Mary Ann Macgraw,
She started poking it, grabbing it and choking it
It kicked her in the bustle and it laughed "Hee Haw!"
The whigs, the conservatives,
Radical superlatives
Libr'rals and tories,
They hurried to the place
Stood there in unity,
Helping the community
The day Delaney's donkey ran the halfmile race.

The crowd began to cheer it. Then Rafferty, the judge
He came to assist them, but still it wouldn't budge
The jockey who was riding, little John MacGee,
Was so thoroughly disgusted that he went to have his tea
Hagan, Fagan was students of psychology,
Swore they'd shift it with some dynamite
They bought it, brought it, then without apology
The donkey gave a sneeze and blew the darn stuff out of sight
There was Riley pushing it, shoving it and shushing it
Hogan, Logan and all the bally crew,
P'lice, and auxil'ary,
The Garrison Artillery
The Second Enniskillen's and the Life Guards too
They seized it and harried it,
They picked it up and carried it
Cheered it, steered it to the winning place
Then the Bookies drew aside,
They all commited suicide
Well, the day Delaney's donkey won the halfmile race.

Welcome back, L.E. I had a quiet one, Brit. There's something to be said for that, you know. Hope yours was fulfilling.

I would like to tell you, my friend, that your Delaney's Donkey was fantastic. You know, it seems that often the craziest things elicit the entire community of scientists and psychologists and others, to conquer a task that isn't worth a rat's patute to start with.<smile>

Everyone here enjoys your delightful songs, buddy. Don't be a stranger, now.

Dys
I haven't heard those songs. The lyrics intrigue me more than any I've seen lately.

It's a pensive time for me tonight, folks! This poem is simple, but suits the mood:



On the Beach


At dawn, bare footed, viewing as far as eyes can reach,
the water's edge advances and recedes along the beach.

Before me I see a carpet of half-buried shells of sea-creatures,
tide washed and rippled in sodden sand along the beach.

I move, exploring, sodden sand oozing between my toes,
beyond me the wavelets breaking on the sand along the beach.

Behind me, my wandering trail is blurred and indistinct,
as the water's edge advances and recedes along the beach.

At mid-day, on the soft dry sand behind the water's edge,
undressed worshippers lie in the sun that beats down along the beach.

At night, the moon's reflection at the water's edge
resembles sea serpents playing in the wavelets along the beach.

Michael Williams

edgar, our dys won't come back with an explanation. That's his style. <smile>

i'm not sure who did the first of dys songs, but the second one is by john prine

i have no clue what either are about

My Wish Came True
words & music by hunter)

My wish came true
When I met you
I've searched and searched
My whole life through

There's just one thing
Dear before we start
Don't say you care
Then break my heart

When you speak of love
Please be sincere
For if you play with love
It can bring tears my dear

My wish came true
To my surprise
When you stood there before my eyes

And when my heart
Started beating fast
T'was then I knew
I found true love at last

dj, some songs don't mean anything, sometimes, but the use of onomatopoeia in those lyrics in dys' first song simply captured my imagination, and seemed to be euphemistic for killing. (bang, bang, you're dead). Which leads me to believe, Canada, that it's all about death and subterfuge.

Now, edgar's song is quite clear. It's all about love and such. Thanks, Texas.

some songs by the jam

Saturday's Kids
The Jam

Saturday's boys live life with insults,
Drink lots of beer and wait for half time results,
Afternoon tea in the light-a-bite - chat up the girls - they
dig it!
Saturday's girls work in Tesco's and Woolworths,
Wear cheap perfume 'cause its all they can afford,
Go to discos they drink Babycham talk to Jan - in bingo
accents.
Saturdays kids play one arm bandits,
they never win but that's not the point is it,
Dip in silver paper when their pints go flat,
How about that - far out!

Their mums and dads smoke Capstan non filters,
Wallpaper lives 'cause they all die of cancer,
What goes on - what goes wrong.

Save up their money for a holiday,
To Selsey Bill or Bracklesham Bay,
Think about the future - when they'll settle down,
Marry the girl next door - with one on the way.

These are the real creatures that time has forgot,

Not given a thought - its the system -
Hate the system - what's the system?

Saturdays kids live in council houses,
Wear v-necked shirts and baggy trousers,
Drive Cortinas fur trimmed dash boards,
Stains on the seats - in the back of course!


English Rose
The Jam

No matter where I roam
I will return to my English rose
For no bonds can ever tempt me from she
I've sailed the seven seas,
Flown the whole blue sky.
But I've returned with haste to where my
Love does lie.
No matter where I go I will ""RETURN"" to my English Rose
For nothing can ever tempt me from she.
I've searched the secret mists -
I've climbed the highest peaks
Caught the wild wind home
To hear her soft voice speak
No matter where I roam
I will come back to my English Rose
For no bonds can ever keep me from she.

I've been to ancient worlds
I've scoured the whole universe
And caught the first train home
To be at her side.
No matter where I go
I will return to my English Rose
For no bonds, nothing and no-one can ever keep me from she


Smithers-Jones
The Jam

Here we go again, it's Monday at last,
He's heading for the Waterloo line,
To catch the 8 a.m. fast, its usually dead on time,
Hope it isn't late, got to be there by nine.
Pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie,
Stops off at the corner shop, to buy The Times
'Good Morning Smithers-Jones'
'How's the wife and home?'
'Did you get the car you've been looking for?'

Let me get inside you, let me take control of you,
We could have some good times,
All this worry will get you down,
I'll give you a new meaning to life - I don't think so.

Sitting on the train, you're nearly there
You're part of the production line,
You're the same as him, you're like tin-sardines,
Get out of the pack, before they peel you back.

Arrive at the office, spot on time,
The clock on the wall hasn't yet struck nine,
'Good Morning Smithers Jones'
'The boss wants to see you alone'
'I hope its the promotion you've been looking for'


'Come in Smithers old boy'
'Take a seat, take the weight off your feet'
'I've some news to tell you'
'There's no longer a position for you' -
'Sorry Smithers Jones'.

Put on the kettle and make some tea
It's all a part of feeling groovie
Put on your slippers turn on the TV
It's all a part of feeling groovie
It's time to relax, now you've worked your arse off
But the only one smilin' is the sun tanned boss
Work and work and work and work till you die
There's plenty more fish in the sea to fry

dj, you always have the most fantastic selection of songs. They are like, well, contrapuntal. I was looking at the first one, and thought of this news item:



Florida Teen Home After Iraq Adventure By JESSICA GRESKO, Associated Press Writer
13 minutes ago



MIAMI - A 16-year-old who took off to Iraq alone to experience the lives of its people firsthand, arrived back in Florida on Sunday, ending a three-week Middle East odyssey much to the relief of his parents.



Farris Hassan was surrounded by family members as he walked to a car waiting outside Miami International Airport Sunday evening. He waved and smiled at reporters.

The teenager had cut school and left the United States on Dec. 11, traveling to Kuwait, where he thought he could take a taxi into Baghdad to witness the Dec. 15 parliamentary elections. The border was closed for the elections, so Farris went to stay with family friends in Lebanon, before flying to Baghdad on Christmas.

He contacted The Associated Press bureau in Baghdad on Tuesday and related his story.

His goal, he said, was to better understand what the Iraqis are living through. The prep school junior had recently studied immersion journalism, in which the writer lives the life of his subject.

"I thought I'd go the extra mile for that, or rather, a few thousand miles," he told the AP last week.

He was able to secure an entry visa for Iraq because both of his parents were born there, though they've been in the United States for more than three decades. He took his U.S. passport and $1,800 in cash, but didn't tell his family what he was doing until he arrived in Kuwait and sent them an e-mail.

Farris' long journey home began Friday, when he was put on a military flight from Baghdad to Kuwait, his father said. He spent a day and a half under the watch of the 101st Airborne, the same division that had picked him up from a Baghdad hotel.

Bet he was glad to be back, folks.

Well, listeners, here's my goodnight song:

Artist/Band: Allan Gary
Lyrics for Song: Runaway
Lyrics for Album: Smoke Rings In The Dark
As I walk along I wonder
What went wrong with our love
A love so rare and strong

And as I walk along, I think of
The times we had together
While our hearts were young

I'm a walkin' in the rain
Tears are fallin' and I feel the pain
Wishin' you were here by me
To end this misery and I wonder
I wa wa wa wonder
Why, why why why why why she ran away
And I wonder where she will stay
My little runaway, a run run run run runaway

I'm a walkin' in the rain
Tears are fallin' and I feel the pain
Wishin' you were here by me
To end this misery and I wonder
I wa wa wa wonder
Why, why why why why why she ran away
And I wonder where she will stay
My little runaway, a run run run run runaway

A run run run run runaway
A run run run run runaway

Which means, I'm gonna run away to my bed.

Blowing you all a kiss,
From Letty with love

I was listening to that song this morning.

Raindrops
Dee Clark

(Words and Music by Dee Clark)

The raindrops, so many raindrops
It feels like rai-aindrops
Falling from my eye-eyes
Falling from my eyes

Since my love has left me
I'm so all alone
I would bring her back to me
But I don't know where she's go-o-o-ne
I don't know where she's gone

There must be a cloud in my head
Rain keeps falling from my eye-eyes
Oh no they can't be teardrops
For a man ain't supposed to cry

So it must be rai-aindrops, so many raindrops
It feels like raindrops
Falling from my eye-eyes
Falling from my eyes

Oh, there must be a cloud in my head
Rain keeps falling from my eye-eyes
Oh no they can't be teardrops
For a man ain't supposed to cry

So it must be rai-aindrops, so many raindrops
It feels like raindrops
Falling from my eye-eyes
Falling from my eyes

It keeps on fallin'

Fallin' from my eyes

Let's Kill Saturday Night
Robbie Fulks

Well a dollar I make
Is a buck I owe
And a 40-hour week
Leaves 10 to blow
But every game in this town
Is just a nickel-and-dime
And when the sun goes down
It feels like the last time

So down the main drag we ride with the engines open
If there's a fire inside, it's the one thing going


I've got the Mustang loaded
I've got a wrong to right
I've got a little red bullet
Let's kill Saturday night.
Knock it out of its misery
Nail that coffin tight
High living that's history
Let's kill Saturday night.


Well the little man's lot
Is a prince's life
A prince with a lousy job
A prince with a working wife
Something in the big frame's moved
Oh, it never was so hard
To keep a 20 inch tube
And a fenced-in yard


But give me one night with the moon high and the radio pounding
And, brother, this town's gonna go down kicking and shouting.

an old one from Bob Marley

One good thing about music, when it hits ya (you feel no pain);
Wo-wo-wo, I say: One good thing about music, when it hits ya
(you feel no pain):
Hit me with music, yeah! Hit me with music now!
This is: (Trenchtown Rock) Don't watch that!
(Trenchtown Rock) Big fish or sprat now!
(Trenchtown rock) You reap what you sow.
(Trenchtown Rock) And only Jah-Jah know.
(Trenchtown Rock) I never turn my back.
(Trenchtown Rock) I give the slum a try.
(Trenchtown Rock) I never let the children cry,
(Trenchtown Rock) 'Cause you got to tell Jah - Jah why.
(Groovin') It's Kingston 12;
(Groovin') It's Kingston 12;
(Groovin') It's Kingston 12, now;
(Groovin') It's Kingston 12.
(No want you fe galang so), oh no!
(No want you fe galang so), scaba-dip, scaba!
(You want come cold I up), scaba-diba-dip! Scaba-dip, scaba-dip!
(But you can't come cold I up)
Wo - wo - wo, I'm a groover,
And the world know by now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, y'all!

Oh now, I say: you feel no pain now;
One good thing about music
When it hits ya (you feel no pain) - feel no pain:
Hit me with music, now - wo now!
Hit me with music now!
Hit me with music!) 'Arder! Brutalize me!
(Hit me with music!)
This is: (Trenchtown Rock) I say don't watch that,
(Trenchtown Rock) If you are big fish or sprat;
(Trenchtown Rock) You reap what you sow -
(Trenchtown Rock) I - everyone know now
(Trenchtown Rock) Don't turn your back!
(Trenchtown Rock) I say, give a slum a try;
(Trenchtown Rock) Never let the children cry
(Trenchtown Rock) Or you got to tell Jah - Jah why.

(Groovin') It's Kingston 12;
(Groovin') It's Kingston 12;
(Groovin') I said, it's Kingston 12 now!
(Groovin') Wo - wo - wo - wo, it's Kingston 12.
(No want you fe galang so) Since I told you that
(No want you fe galang so) We should live with love.
(You want come cold I up) And I don't do that ...
(But you can't come cold I up) I look da now!
And then it's Kingston 12. Uh!

Good God, look a-here now! (you feel no pain) Uh!
Hit me with music, yeah! Come on! (Hit me with music)
(Hit me with music), oh my brother! (Hit me with music) Brutalize me!
(Hit me with music!) Oh hurt me! (Hit me with music)
We can trash this ourselves!
(Hit me with music)
(Trenchtown Rock) Don't call no cop!
(Trenchtown Rock) We can trash things ourselves!
(Trenchtown Rock) Got no stacks on no shelves!
But let me tell ya, behave yourselves!
(Trenchtown Rock)

Good morning, WA2K radio fans and contributors.

edgar, my heavens are sheding a few tears this morning. Thanks, Texas, for the song.

dj, let's kill Monday morning, shall we? <smile>

Hey, Mr. Turtle. Love that Marley melody, and that was the perfect choice, because I want to play a song for our navigator.

Here you are, dear navigator:


Eiffel 65


You Believe

by Maury Lobina
Threats of the war are
Knocking at our door
It's the coming horror picture
of heroes on the floor
The taller monster of hate
To smother our hope or love here
But I have faith because
I know that you believe

You believe that in this world
There is always a place for you

You believe there'll be a tomorrow
And feel that this is true

You cry when you are happy
And smile when you are blue

And you never
Let your own faith
Take control of you

You believe that all the rules
Are the rules you write

The road to find the numbers of life
Means to gamble wrong and right

I feel that in my world
Far beyond what I can see
There's a melody around me
Because you
Believe in me

(Instrumental)

You believe that in this world
There is always a place for you

You believe there'll be a tomorrow
And feel that this is true

You cry when you are happy
And smile when you are blue

And you never
Let your own faith
Take control of you

You believe that all the rules
Are the rules you write

The road to find the numbers of life
Means to gamble wrong and right

I feel that in my world
Far beyond what I can see
There's a melody around me
Because you
Believe in me

I feel that in my world
Far beyond what I can see
There's a melody around me
Because you
Believe in me

Ramblin' Round
by Woody Guthrie

Ramblin' around your city
Ramblin' around your town
I never see a friend I know
As I go ramblin' 'round boys
As I go ramblin' 'round

My mother hoped that I might be
A man of some renown
But I am just a refugee
As I go ramblin' 'round boys
As I go ramblin' 'round

The peach trees they are loaded
The branches bending down
I pick 'em all day for a dollar boys
As I go 'ramblin 'round
As I go 'ramblin' 'round

Sometimes the fruit gets rotten
And falls on to the ground
There's a hungry mouth for every peach
As I go ramblin' 'round boys
As I go ramblin' 'round

And an answer to Woody, edgar from Nat. <smile>



Ramblin' rose, ramblin' rose
Why you ramble, no one knows
Wild and wind-blown, that's how you've grown
Who can cling to a ramblin' rose?

Ramble on, ramble on
When your ramblin' days are gone
Who will love you with a love true
When your ramblin' days are through?

Ramblin' rose, ramblin' rose
Why I want you, heaven knows
Though I love you with a love true
Who can cling to a ramblin' rose?

Spoken
<one more time, everybody, now>

Ramblin' rose, ramblin' rose
Why I want you, heaven knows
Though I love you with a love true
Who can cling to a ramblin' rose?

You can hear 'em all here on WA2K radio, folks

Ramble on Rose"
Words by Robert Hunter; music by Jerry Garcia
("Ramble On Rose" composed and written by Robert Hunter and Jerry Garcia.

Just like Jack the Ripper
Just like Mojo Hand
Just like Billy Sunday
In a shotgun ragtime band
Just like New York City,
Just like Jericho
Pace the halls and climb the walls
Get out when they blow

Did you say your name was
Ramblin' Rose?
Ramble on, baby
Settle down easy
Ramble on, Rose

Just like Jack and Jill
Mama told the sailor
One heat up and one cool down
Leave nothin' for the tailor
Just like Jack and Jill
My Papa told the jailer
One go up and one come down
Do yourself a favor

I'm gonna sing you a hundred verses in ragtime
I know this song it ain't never gonna end
I'm gonna march you up and down the local county line
Take you to the leader of the band


Just like Crazy Otto
Just like Wolfman Jack
Sittin' plush with a royal flush
Aces back to back
Just like Mary Shelley
Just like Frankenstein
Clank your chains and count your change
Try to walk the line

Goodbye, Mama and Papa
Goodbye, Jack and Jill
The grass ain't greener, the wine ain't sweeter
either side of the hill.

Did you say your name was
Ramblin' Rose?
Ramble on, baby
Settle down easy
Ramble on, Rose