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djjd62
 
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Reply Mon 9 Jan, 2006 06:25 pm
tune from a scottish band circa 1980's, no real bagpipes but they did use a guitar effect to kinda simulate the sound

In A Big Country
Big Country

I've never seen you look like this without a reason,
Another promise fallen through, another season passes by you.
I never took the smile away from anybody's face,
And that's a desperate way to look for someone who is still a child.

CHORUS:
In a big country, dreams stay with you,
Like a lover's voice, fires the mountainside..
Stay alive..

(I thought that pain and truth were things that really mattered
But you can't stay here with every single hope you had shattered)


I'm not expecting to grow flowers in the desert,
But I can live and breathe and see the sun in wintertime..

CHORUS [x2]

So take that look out of here, it doesn't fit you.
Because it's happened doesn't mean you've been discarded.
Pull up your head off the floor, come up screaming.
Cry out for everything you ever might have wanted.
I thought that pain and truth were things that really mattered
But you can't stay here with every single hope you had shattered.

I'm not expecting to grow flowers in the desert,
But I can live and breathe and see the sun in wintertime..

CHORUS [x3]
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Letty
 
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Reply Mon 9 Jan, 2006 06:43 pm
Hey, dj. What a great song to follow our theme. Thanks, Canada. I recall that there was a documentary explaining that the sound of the mountain fiddle was an attempt to recapture the sound of the bagpipe, when early Scottish immigrants to America found themselves without that wonderful instrument, and thus compensated for their nostalgia.
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djjd62
 
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Reply Mon 9 Jan, 2006 06:59 pm
http://h1.ripway.com/djjd62/scotsman.jpg
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Letty
 
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Reply Mon 9 Jan, 2006 07:08 pm
My God, I love it, dj. I couldn't find a llama that would substitute for Fernando who became a red x. Razz

But, listeners, I did find this by Toni:

Back in the day
When I was younger
I wasn't afraid
Of giving my heart to you
Now and again
I get sentimental
But I know it's just a phase
I'm going through
And every time I start to slip
I just remind myself
I need only think of it.

I went throuth so much hell
You say ya wanna get things back
The way they used to be
Can you give me one good reason
Why should I darlin'

Why should i care
Why should I care for you
Why should i care
Why should I care for you
Why should I care
Why should i care
Why should I care for you
Why should I care
Why should I care

Back in the day
I shoulda been wiser
But what can I say
I shoulda been onto you
But I was afraid
That you'd break my heart in two
Fate would it that you broke it anyway baby
And every time I close my eyes
I just remind myself
You told about a million lies
You put my heart throuth hell
And now you wanna get with me
Just for old times sake
Well I am not about to make that same mistake

Why should I care
Why should I care for you
Why should I care
Why should I care for you
Why should I care
Why should I care for you
Why should I care
Why should I care

You see a girl that you gave all your love
I see a girl you took advantage of
You see a girl that you cannot forget
I see a man that I cannot forgive
Tell me why

Why should I care
Why should I care for you
Why should I care
Why should I care for you
Why should I care
Why should I care for you
Why should I care
Why should I care

Back in the day when I was young
I wasn't afraid to love
Back in the day
You're the one what was I thinking of
Back in the day
Shoulda been wiser
Shoulda been onto you
But I was afraid i make a mistake
No one knows.

Wow!
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djjd62
 
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Reply Mon 9 Jan, 2006 07:23 pm
as you well know, i'm partial to an irish tune or two


so here's three Smile

Merry Ploughboy

I am a merry ploughboy and I plough the fields all day
Till a sudden thought came to me head that I should roam away
For I am sick and tired of slavery since the day I was born
And I am off to join the I.R.A. and I am off tomorrow morn.

And we're all off to Dublin in the green, in the green
Where the helmets glisten in the sun
Where the bay'nets flash and the riffles crash
To the rattle of a Thompson gun.

I'll leave aside me pick and spade, I'll leave aside me plough
I'll leave aside me horse and yoke, I no longer need them now
I'll leave aside me Mary, she's the girl that I adore
And I wonder if she'll think of me whe hears the riffles roar.

And we're all off to Dublin in the green, in the green
Where the helmets glisten in the sun
Where the bay'nets flash and the riffles crash
To the rattle of a Thompson gun.

And when the war is over, and dear old Ireland is free
I'll take her to the church to wed and a rebel's wife she'll be
Well some men fight for silver and some men fight for gold
But the I.R.A. are fighting for the land that the Saxons stole.

And we're all off to Dublin in the green, in the green
Where the helmets glisten in the sun
Where the bay'nets flash and the riffles crash
To the rattle of a Thompson gun.


Belle Of Belfast City / I'll Tell Me Ma

Tell my ma when I go home,
The boys won't leave the girls alone,
They pulled my hair and stole my comb,
But that's all right 'till I go home.
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city,
She is courting, one two three
Please won't you tell me who is she?

Albert Mooney says he loves her,
All the boys are fighting for her,
Knock on the door and they ring the bell
Oh my true love, are you well?
Here she comes, as white as snow,
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes,
Old Johnny Mary she says she'll die
If she doesn't get the boy with the roving eye.

Tell my ma when I go home,
The boys won't leave the girls alone,
They pulled my hair and stole my comb,
But that's all right 'till I go home.
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city,
She is courting, one two three
Please won't you tell me who is she?

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
And the snow come tumbling from the sky
She's as nice as apple pie
She'll get her own boy, by and by
When she gets a lad of her own,
She won't tell her ma 'till she comes home,
Let the boys stay as they will,
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still.

Tell my ma when I go home,
The boys won't leave the girls alone,
They pulled my hair and stole my comb,
But that's all right 'till I go home.
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city,
She is courting, one two three
Please won't you tell me who is she?

Tell my ma when I go home,
The boys won't leave the girls alone,
They pulled my hair and stole my comb,
But that's all right 'till I go home.
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city,
She is courting, one two three
Please won't you tell me who is she?

Tell my ma when I go home,
The boys won't leave the girls alone,
They pulled my hair and stole my comb,
But that's all right 'till I go home.
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city,
She is courting, one two three
Please won't you tell me who is she?


Galway Bay

If you ever go across the sea to Ireland,
Then maybe at the closing of your day
You will sit and watch the moon rise over Claddagh,
And watch the sun go down on Galway Bay.

Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream,
The women in the meadows making hay,
And to sit beside a turf- fire in the cabin
And I to watch the barefoot Gossoons at their play

For the breezes blowing o' er the seas from Ireland
Are perfumed by the heather as they blow
And the women in the uplands diggin' praties,
Speak a 1anguage that the strangers do not know.

For the strangers came and tried to teach us their way
They scorn'd us just for being what we are
But they might as well go chasing after moonbeams
Or light a penny candle from a star

And if there is going to be life hereafter,
And somehow I am sure there's going to be
I will ask God to let me make my heaven
In that dear land across the Irish sea


Galway Bay (parody)

Maybe someday I'll go back again to Ireland,
If my dear old wife would only pass away!
She's nearly got my heart broke with her nagging,
She's got a mouth as big as Galway Bay.

See her drinking sixteen pints of Pabst Blue Ribbon
And then she can walk home without a sway;
If the sea was beer instead of salty water
She would live and die in Galway Bay.

See he drinking sixteen pints at Pat Joe Murphy's
The barman says, "I think it's time you go."
Well, she doesn't try to answer him in Gaelic
But in language that the clergy do not know.

On her back she has tattooed a map of Ireland
And when she takes her bath on Saturday,
She rubs the Sunlight Soap around by Claddagh
Just to watch the suds go down by Galway Bay.
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Letty
 
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Reply Mon 9 Jan, 2006 07:25 pm
Hey, Raggedy. Here's another dali:

http://www.meditare.it/images/foto-maestri/dalai-lama-01.jpg


And here's an observation from Nash:


The Lama

The one-l lama,
He's a priest.
The two-l llama,
He's a beast.
And I will bet
A silk pajama
There isn't any
Three-l lllama.*

-- Ogden
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Letty
 
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Reply Mon 9 Jan, 2006 07:32 pm
dj, this is definitely an equal opportunity radio station.

Loved all of them Irish tunes, especially the parody. Razz

Now where be Imur?
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Raggedyaggie
 
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Reply Mon 9 Jan, 2006 07:38 pm
I found a llama, thank you, Letty. But, he didn't want his picture taken.

http://www.nationmaster.com/wikimir/images/upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/3/3a/Llama,_peru,_machu_picchu.jpg/200px-Llama,_peru,_machu_picchu.jpg

I had better luck with Lorenzo, though.
http://www.pmpnetwork.com/lorenzo_lamas/lorenzo.jpg

Wasn't Fernando the guy that said "Mahvahlous" all the time? The one the talk show hosts joked about?

http://www.alohacriticon.com/images/elcriticonfotos/fernandolamas.jpg

Oooh. I just saw your Dali.

But remember my choice was Joan Baez. Very Happy
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Letty
 
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Reply Mon 9 Jan, 2006 07:51 pm
Love 'em, Raggedy. Oh, yes, honey. I remember your choice.That's the reason that I no longer make predictions. As for Lorenzo, I can't take my eyes off that tatoo.<smile>

Ah, listeners, it's that time of evening for Letty. I want to do something romantic.

This version is by Rod Stewart:





I've never met you, yet never doubt you
I can't forget you
I've thought you out, dear
I know your profile and I know the way you kiss
Just the thing I miss
On a night like this
If dreams are made of imagination
I'm not afraid of my own creation
With all my heart my heart is here for you to take
Why should I quake
I'm not awake

Isn't it romantic?
Music in the night, a dream that can be heard.
Isn't it romantic?
Moving shadows write the oldest magic word.
I hear the breezes playing in the trees above
While all the world is saying you were meant for love.
Isn't it romantic
Merely to be young on such a night as this?
Isn't it romantic?
Every note that's sung is like a lover's kiss.
Sweet symbols in the moonlight,
Do you mean that I will fall in love per chance?
Isn't it romance?

[Instrumental]

I hear the breezes playing in the trees above
While all the world is saying you were meant for love.
Isn't it romantic
Merely to be young on such a night as this?
Isn't it romantic?
Every note that's sung is like a lover's kiss.
Sweet symbols in the moonlight,
Do you mean that I will fall in love per chance?
Isn't it romance?
Isn't it romance?
Isn't it romance?
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djjd62
 
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Reply Mon 9 Jan, 2006 07:54 pm
to send you off, some harry connick jr

Recipe for Love

A little bit of me and a whole lot of you
Add a dash of starlight and a dozen roses, too
Then let it rise for a hundred years or two
And that's the recipe for making love

It doesn't need sugar 'cause it's already sweet
It doesn't need an oven 'cause it's got a lot of heat
Just add a dash of kisses to make it all complete
And that's the recipe for making love

And if you've made it right you'll know it
It's not like anything you've made before
And if you've made it wrong you'll know it
'cause it won't keep you coming back for more

I didn't get it from my grandma's book upon the shelf
I didn't get it from a magical and culinary elf
No, a little birdie told me you can't make it by yourself
And that's the recipe for making love
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Letty
 
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Reply Mon 9 Jan, 2006 08:09 pm
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Mon 9 Jan, 2006 08:37 pm
Mad John's Escape - Donovan

Mad john came down from birmingham very hastily
And from borstal he had ran
He made it down to torquay
Good boy mad john

Mad john holed up
In an allotment shed by a railroad siding
In came the man for the watering can
He didn't see john hiding
Good boy mad john
Chorus:
Mad mad mad john, etc.

Mad john met jill in a transport cafe
By the juke box loud
And over double eggs chips and beans
They made a solemn vow
And jill paid the bill
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djjd62
 
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Reply Mon 9 Jan, 2006 08:40 pm
a mr david jones, had something to say about a rubber band, man

Rubber Band
David Bowie

Rubber Band
There's a rubber band that plays tunes out of tune
In the library garden Sunday afternoon
While a little chappie waves a golden wand

Rubber Band
In 1910 I was so handsome and so strong
My moustache was stiffly waxed and one foot long
And I loved a girl while you played teatime tunes

Dear Rubber Band, you're playing my tune out of tune
oh

Rubber Band
Won't you play a haunting theme again to me
While I eat my scones and drink my cup of tea
The sun is warm but it's a lonely afternoon

Oh, play that theme

Rubber Band
How I wish that I could join your Rubber Band
We could play in lively parks throughout the land
And one Sunday afternoon, I'd find my love

Rubber Band,
In the '14-'18 war I went to sea
Thought my Sunday love was waiting home for me
And now she's married to the leader of the band, oh

Oh yeah... I hope you break your baton
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Letty
 
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Reply Mon 9 Jan, 2006 08:42 pm
My goodness, edgar, that's not a proper song to go to bed by. <smile>

Perhaps I can think of a sleepy time one, Texas.

Back in a bit to puruse dj's band made of rubber.
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Mon 9 Jan, 2006 08:45 pm
Epistle to Derroll - Donovan

Come all ye starry starfish
Living in the deep blue sea
Crawl to me I have proposition to make thee
Would you walk the north sea floor
To belgium from england
Bring me word of a banjo man
With a tattoo on his hand.

The spokesman of the starfish
Spoke as spokesman should
"if'n you met our fee then
Certainly we would,
If you cast a looking-glass
Upon the scallopped sand
You'll have word o' this banjo man
With a tattoo on his hand."

"come ye starry starfish
I know your ways are caped
Maybe its because your astrologically shaped,
Converse with the herring shoals
As I know you can
Bring me word o' the banjo man
With a tattoo on his hand."

The eldest of the starfish
Spoke, after a sigh,
"youthfull as you are young man
You have a 'wisdom eye';
Surely you must know a looking-glass
Is made from sand?
These youngfish are fooling you
About this banjo man."

"come then aged starfish
Riddle me no more,
For news I am weary
And my heart is sore;
All on the silent seashore,
Help me if you can,
Tell to me if you know
Of this banjo man."

"all through the seven oceans
I am a star, most famed,
Many 'leggys' have I lost
And many have I gained,
Strange to say quite recently
I've been to fleming land
And if you are courteous
I'll tell you all I can."

"you have my full attention"
I answered him with glee,
His brother stars were twinkling
In the sky above the sea
So I sat there with rapt
Attention, on the sand,
Very anxious for to hear
Of the banjo man.

"i have seen this tattooed hand
Through a ship port-hole,
Steaming on the watery main
Through the waves so cold,
Heard his tinkling banjo and
His voice so grand
But you must come to belgium
To shake his tattooed hand."

"gladly would I come oh
Gladly would I go,
Had I not my work to do
And my face to show,
I rejoice to know he's well
But I must go inland,
Thank you for the words you brought
Of the banjo man."

I walked along the evening sand
As charcoal clouds did shift
Revealing the moon shining
On the pebble drift
Contemplating every other word
The starfish said
Whistly winds they filled my dreams
In my dreaming bed.
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Letty
 
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Reply Mon 9 Jan, 2006 08:59 pm
Ah, dear Canada and Texas. I am sooooo tired, that I must play one by Louis and retire.

Pale moon shining on the fields below
Folks are crooning songs soft and low
Needn't tell me so because I know
It's sleepy time down south

Soft winds blowing through the pinewood trees
Folks down there like a life of ease
When old mammy falls upon her knees
It's sleepy time down south

Steamboats on the river a coming or a going
Splashing the night away
Hear those banjos ringing, the people are singing
They dance til the break of day, hey

Dear old southland with his dreamy songs
Takes me back there where I belong
How I'd love to be in my mammy's arms
When it's sleepy time way down south

Dear old southland with his dreamy songs
Take me back there where I belong
How I'd love to be in my mammy's arms
When it's sleepy time down south
Sleepy time down south

Blowing all a kiss.

From Letty with love
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Mon 9 Jan, 2006 09:38 pm
Phil Harris - That's What I Like About the South

Won't you come with me to Alabamy
Let's go see my dear old Mammy
She's fryin' eggs and boiling hammy
That's what I like about the South

Now there you can make no mistakey
Where those nerves are never shaky
Ought to taste her layer cakey
That's what I like about the South

She's got baked ribs and candied yams
Those sugar-cured Virginia hams
Basement full of those berry jams
An' that's what I like about the South

Hot corn bread, black-eyed peas
You can eat as much as you please
'Cause it's never out of season
That's what I like about the South

Aahhh, don't take one, have two
There's dark brown and chocolate too
Suits me, they must suit you
'Cause that's what I like about the South

Well it's way, way down where the cane grows tall
Down where they say "Y'all"
Walk on in with that Southern drawl
'Cause that's what I like about the South

Down where they have those pretty queens
Keep a-dreamin' those dreamy dreams
Well let's sip that absinthe in New Orleans
That's what I like about the South

Here come old Bob with all the news
Got the boxback coat with button shoes
But he's all caught up with his union dues
An' that's what I like about the South

Here come old Roy down the street
Ho, can't you hear those tappin' feet
He would rather sleep than eat
An' that's what I like about the South

Now every time I pass your door
You act like you don't want me no more
Why don't you shake that head and sigh
And I'll go walkin' by

On, on, on and on and on
Honey, when you tell me that you love me
Then how come you close your eyes

Did I tell you 'bout the place called Doo-wah-diddy
It ain't no town and it ain't no city
It's just awful small, but awful pretty
That's Doo-wah-diddy

Well I didn't come here to criticise
I'm not here to sympathise
But don't tell me those no-good lies
That a lyin' gal like you can devise

You love me like I love you
Send me fifty P-D-Q
Roses are red and violets are pink
If I don't get all fifty, I don't show

She's got backbones and turnip greens
Ham hocks and butter beans
You, me and New Orleans
An' that's what I like about the South
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Letty
 
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Reply Tue 10 Jan, 2006 08:20 am
Good morning, WA2K listeners and contributors.

edgar, thanks for the Phil Harris memory. My word, folks, I can never separate my memories from those of my older sisters and on up the chain to my mom and dad.

This is an unusual song to start the day, but I was sent it by my son, and it comes from the movie, Collateral starring Tom Cruise.

Artist: Audioslave Lyrics
Song: Shadow on the Sun Lyrics

Once upon a time
I was on a mind to lay your burden down
And leave you where you stood
You believed I could
You'd seen it done before
I could read your thoughts
And tell you what you saw
And never say a word
But now that is gone
Over with and done
And never to return

I can tell you why
People die alone
I can tell you why
The shadow on the sun

Staring at the loss
Looking for the cause
And never really sure
Nothing but a hole
To live without a soul
And nothing to be learned

I can tell you why
People go insane
I can show you how
You could do the same
I can tell you why
The end will never come
I can tell you on
The shadow on the sun

Shapes of every size
Move behind my eyes
Doors inside my head
Bolted from within
Every drop of flame
Lights a candle in
Memory of the one
Who lived inside my skin

I can tell you why
People go insane
I can show you how
You could do the same
I can tell you why
The end will never come
I can tell you on
The shadow on the sun

Shadow on the sun
Shadow on the sun
Shadow on the sun
Shadow on the sun
Shadow on the sun
Shadow on the sun
Shadow on the sun
Sun
Sun

Spooky, no?
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Raggedyaggie
 
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Reply Tue 10 Jan, 2006 08:41 am
Good morning.

I saw Collateral, but don't remember that song. However, I will remember it now that Letty has sung it on the station. It gave me goosebumps.

Two of today's birthday celebs that might joggle the memory a wee bit:

http://www.knoxhistory.org/images/lynde.jpghttp://www.whirligig-tv.co.uk/tv/children/westerns/paladin.jpg
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Letty
 
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Reply Tue 10 Jan, 2006 08:53 am
Hey, folks. There's our Raggedy with memory pictures. Ah, yes, dear. There's paladin and Paul.

Before I forget, folks. Someone in our vast audience would like your input:

http://www.able2know.com/forums/viewtopic.php?p=1780106#1780106

Here is another memory song, listeners:

Artist: Lyrics
Song: Kids (Reprise) Lyrics

Kids!
I don't know what's wrong with these kids today!
Kids!
Who can understand anything they say?
Kids!
They are so ridiculous and immature!
I don't see why anybody wants 'em!
Just you wait and see
Kids!
Kids! They are just impossible to control!
(Soon you'll be old enough to be)
Kids! With their awful clothes and their rock an' roll!
(Another teenage delinquent)
Why can't they be like you were,
Perfect in every way?
What's the matter with kids to--
Kids!
What the devil's wrong with these kids today?
Kids!
Who could guess the they would turn out that way!
Why can't they be like we were,
Perfect in every way?
What's the matter with kids?
What's the matter with kids?
What's the matter with kids today?

I'll tell you about kids. They send you songs with weird lyrics. <smile>I think, dear Raggedy, that theme was a part of the wolf and rabbit vignette that so reflected Cruise's cold approach to his profession.
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