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That's where I heard that song before, Diane. <smile> and I believe that I asked you if you had been into the scotch.

See, folks, my RNA is still functioning fine.

No scotch, Letty, but a little bourbon later might be a good idea. Why don't you join me and we can just sit and day dream about kilts, hee, hee, hee.

Nothing can be more exciting than a sexy nun.

Always was a sucker for them kilts, Diane.

I was thinking of a song tonight, one that I really love. I located it, and found out that Shirley Bassey had done it, among others.

Can anyone finish these lyrics?

I heard he sang a good song,
I heard he had a style,
And so I thought I stop and listen for a while.
And there he was, this young man.
A stranger to my eyes,
Strummin' my pain with his fingers..........................................

....Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song.
I felt all flushed with fever,
Embarrassed by the crowd,
I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud.
I prayed that he would finish,
But he just kept right on strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song

Mahealani, Welcome to WA2K radio, and you are spot on, dear. What shall we give this lovely lady as a prize, folks?

How about this one by Chris Isaak:

Sweet Leilani, heavenly flower oh.
I dreamt of paradise for two. (My lovely Leilani)
You are my paradise completed. (My lovely Leilani)
You are my dream come true.

Sweet Leilani, heavenly flower oh,
Tropic skies are jealous while they shine. (My lovely Leilani)
I think they're jealous of your blue eyes. (My lovely Leilani)
Jealous because you're mine.

I think they're jealous of your blue eyes. (My lovely Leilani)
Jealous because you're mine.

Sweet Leilani, heavenly flower oh,
Nature's fashion roses kissed with dew. (My lovely Leilani)
And then she placed them in a bower. (My lovely Leilani)
It was the start of you.
My lovely Lei-lan-i.

I do hope our Mahealani is a lady.

and here's a little background on Chris:


Chris Isaak
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.

Chris Isaak (born Christopher Joseph Isaak June 26, 1956 in Stockton, California) is an American indie rock, pop, and rock and roll singer, songwriter, and occasional actor.

Isaak's music can be described as a blend of country, blues, rock and roll, pop and surf rock.

He signed a contract to Warner Brothers Records in 1984 for his first album Silvertone. Isaak's contract was renewed in 1988 when Warner Brothers moved him to their Reprise Records label. Image:Cs2.jpg His best-known song is "Wicked Game". Though released on the 1989 album Heart Shaped World, an instrumental version of the song was later featured in the David Lynch film Wild at Heart (and also years later in the 2000 film The Family Man). An Atlanta radio station DJ began playing the full version and it quickly became a nation-wide top ten hit. The music video for the song was directed by Herb Ritts and was a big MTV and VH1 hit; shot in black and white, it starred Isaak and model Helena Christensen rolling on the beach, embracing and whispering in each others' ears.

In 1999, Isaak's "Baby Did A Bad, Bad Thing" was featured in Stanley Kubrick's final film, Eyes Wide Shut, starring Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman.

In 2001, Chris Isaak starred in his own television show, The Chris Isaak Show. It aired from March 2001 to March 2004 in the United States on the cable television network Showtime. The show featured Chris Isaak and his band playing themselves with the episode plots based on fictional accounts of the backstage world of Chris Isaak - the rock star next door.

Isaak has also appeared in numerous films, mostly playing minor cameo roles, though he starred with Keanu Reeves and Bridget Fonda in the 1993 Bernardo Bertolucci-directed Little Buddha. Other motion pictures include Married to the Mob (1988), The Silence of the Lambs (1991), Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me (1992), That Thing You Do! (1996), and A Dirty Shame (2004). He also guest-starred on the Superbowl Sunday (1996) edition of the television sitcom Friends and on the HBO miniseries, From the Earth to the Moon (HBO).

Issak is said to be far more down to earth than many of his musical contemporaries. For instance, after a show, he will often meet his fans out in the foyers.

HERE IS A NEWSFLASH FROM THE BBC........

A survey, carried out yesterday, reveals that the favourite headlines from 2005 are, as follows:-

Safety Experts say school bus passengers should be belted

Drunk gets nine months in violin case

Juvenile court to try shooting defendant

Killer sentenced to die for second time in 10 years

Stolen Painting Found By Tree

Judge To Rule On Nude Beach

Police Discover Crack In Australia

Men Recommend More Clubs For Wives

Lord, folks. Don't we love the Lord's crazy headlines?

Judge rules on nude beach?

All of them are great, L.E.

Lord, those headlines have been around for years but they still retain their flavor. Here's a few more:

# Grandmother of eight makes hole in one
# Deaf mute gets new hearing in killing
# Police begin campaign to run down jaywalkers
# House passes gas tax onto senate
# Stiff opposition expected to casketless funeral plan
# Two convicts evade noose, jury hung
# William Kelly was fed secretary
# Milk drinkers are turning to powder
# Safety experts say school bus passengers should be belted
# Quarter of a million Chinese live on water
# Farmer bill dies in house
# Iraqi head seeks arms

The Wages Of Sin
The Rainmakers

I was praying last night when an angel broke the line
She said "I'm gonna have to put you on hold for a time"
I said "Hold like Hell, let me talk to the Boss"
She said "Sorry sucker (sinner), it's the Boss's day off"
And I realized then that the wages of sin
Was two bucks an hour and working weekends

I was ignoring the thief who was lashed to the cross
He cried "Help me get this son-of-a-bitch off"
I said "I would if I could, I can't so I won't
Well I wouldn't want you messing your hair up, so don't"
And I realized then that the wages of sin
Was all the lumber you can carry, all the nails you can bend

The wages of sin, the price that you pay
Is worrying and fretting every second of the day
If Heaven is guilt, no sex and no show
Then I'm not sure if I really want to go, Oh

The wages of sin, the reward of fear
Is worrying and fretting every second of the year
The Church and the State, your God and Countrykind
One gets your body, the other gets your mind

Mary, Mary Magdalene, how 'bout a date?
You've been wasting your time staying up so late
Your boyfriend's dead, the word is you're a whore
Just about then I heard a knock on the door
And I realized then that the wages of sin
Was a bad reputation and too many friends

The wages of sin (repeats)

Truckin' got my chips cashed in. keep truckin', like the do-dah man
Together, more or less in line, just keep truckin' on.

Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on main street.
Chicago, new york, detroit and it's all on the same street.
Your typical city involved in a typical daydream
Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings.

Dallas, got a soft machine; houston, too close to new orleans;
New york's got the ways and means; but just won't let you be, oh no.

Most of the cast that you meet on the streets speak of true love,
Most of the time they're sittin' and cryin' at home.
One of these days they know they better get goin'
Out of the door and down on the streets all alone.

Truckin', like the do-dah man. once told me you've got to play your hand
Sometimes your cards ain't worth a dime, if you don't lay'em down,

Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me;
Other times I can barely see.
Lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip it's been.

What in the world ever became of sweet jane?
She lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the same
Livin' on reds, vitamin c, and cocaine,
All a friend can say is ain't it a shame?

Truckin', up to buffalo. been thinkin', you got to mellow slow
Takes time, you pick a place to go, and just keep truckin' on.

Sittin' and starin' out of the hotel window.
Got a tip they're gonna kick the door in again
I'd like to get some sleep before I travel,
But if you got a warrant, I guess you're gonna come in.

Busted, down on bourbon street, set up, like a bowlin' pin.
Knocked down, it get's to wearin' thin. they just won't let you be, oh no.

You're sick of hangin' around and you'd like to travel;
Get tired of travelin' and you want to settle down.
I guess they can't revoke your soul for tryin',
Get out of the door and light out and look all around.

Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me;
Other times I can barely see.
Lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip it's been.

Truckin', I'm a goin' home. whoa whoa baby, back where I belong,
Back home, sit down and patch my bones, and get back truckin' on.
Hey now get back truckin' home.

I'm Bad I'm Nationwide
Dwight Yoakam

Well, I was rollin' down the road
In some cold blue steel,
I had a blues man in back,
And a beautician at the wheel.

We going downtown
In the middle of the night
We're laughing and I'm jokin'
And we feelin' alright.

Cause, I'm bad, girl, I'm nationwide.
Yes, I'm bad, girl I'm nationwide.

Easin' down the highway
In a new Cadillac,
I had a fine fox in front,
I had three more in the back..

They sportin' short dresses,
Wearin' spike-heel shoes,
They smokin' Lucky Strikes,
And wearing nylons too.

'Cause we bad, we nationwide.
Yeah we bad, yeah, we nationwide.


'Cause I'm bad, girl we're nationwide.
Yes I'm bad, girl I'm nationwide.

Well, I was movin' down the road
In my V-8 Ford,
I had my boots shined up,
And my sideburns lowered.

With my New York brim
And my gold tooth displayed,
Nobody give me trouble
'Cause they know I got it made.

'Cause I'm bad, girl I'm nationwide.
Yes I'm bad, girl I'm nationwide.
'Cause I'm bad, girl I'm nationwide.
Whoa girl I'm bad, girl I'm nationwide
Yes I'm bad, girl I'm nationwide.
Girl I'm bad, girl I'm nationwide.
Oh I'm bad, girl I'm nationwide.
Yes I'm bad, girl I'm nationwide.
Yes I'm bad, girl I'm nationwide.
I'm bad, girl I'm nationwide.

Nick, dear. Thanks for completing the Lord's headlines. I remember one once. Something about nut, bolts, and screws, but I think our listeners would not approve.

Wow! dj. That Wages of Sin was quite iconoclastic, Canada. You're bad all right.

Hey, cowboy. That Keep on truckin' reminds me of a James Taylor song, but for the life of me, I can't remember it. Guess my RNA isn't as good as I thought.

I'll check it out in a sec.

Cowboy
Kid Rock

Cowboy...cowboy...
Well I'm packing up my game and I'm a head out west
Where real women come equipped with scripts and fake breasts
Find a nest in the hills, chill like Flynt
Buy an old droptop, find a spot to pimp
Then I'm a Kid Rock it up and down your block
With a bottle of scotch and watch lots of crotch
Buy a yacht with a flag sayin' chillin' the most
Then rock that freak up and down the coast
Give a toast to the sun, drink with the stars
Get thrown in the mix and tossed out of bars
Zip to Tijuana, I wanna roam
Find motown and tell them fools come back home
Start an escort service, for all the right reasons
And set up shop at the top of Four Seasons
Kid Rock and I'm the real McCoy

And I'm headin' out west sucker...because I wanna be a
Cowboy, baby
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy baby
West coast chillin' with the Boone's Wine
I wanna be a cowboy baby
Ridin' at night 'cause I sleep all day
Cowboy baby
I can smell a pig from a mile away

I bet you'll hear my whistle blowin' when my train rolls in
It goes (whistle from the good, the bad & the ugly) like dust in the wind
Stoned pimp, stoned freak, stoned out of my mind
I once was lost, but now I'm just blind
Palm trees and weeds, scabbed knees and rice
Get a map to the stars, find Heidi Fleiss
And if the price is right then I'm gonna make my bid, boy

And let Cali-for-ny-aye know why they call me
Cowboy baby
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy baby
West coast chillin' with the Boone's Wine
I wanna be a Cowboy baby
Ridin' at night 'cause I sleep all day
Cowboy baby
I can smell a pig from a mile away

Yeah...Kid Rock...you can call me Tex
Rollin' sunset women with a bottle of Becks
Seen a slimmy in a 'vette, rolled down my glass
And said, "Yeah, this dick fit right in your ass"
No kiddin', gun slingin', spurs hittin' the floor
Call me Hoss, I'm the Boss, with the sauce n' the whores
No remorse for the sheriff, in his eyes I ain't right
I'm a paint his town red, then paint his wife white HUH
Cause chaos, rock like Amadeus
Find West Coast pussy for my Detroit players
Mack like mayors, ball like Lakers
They told us to leave, but bet they can't make us
Why they wanna pick on me...lock me up and snort away my key
I ain't no G, I'm just a regular failure
I ain't straight outta Compton I'm straight outta the trailer
Cuss like a sailor...drink like a Mick
My only words of wisdom are just, "S**k My Dick."
I'm flickin' my Bic up and down that coast and
Keep on truckin' until it falls in the ocean

Cowboy
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy
Spend all my time at Hollywood and Vine
Cowboy
Ridin' at night 'cause I sleep all day
Cowboy
I can smell a pig from a mile away
Cowboy
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy
Hollywood and Vine

I am beginning to believe I have an image.

if it's of the virgin mary on a soft shell taco, put it on ebay

I remember that, dj.<smile>

Well, dys, if you have an image, it's a good one honey. Sure beats the hell out of that donkey.

Is this the one you're thinking of, Letty?


Well, I'm a steamroller, baby
I'm bound to roll all over you
Yes, I'm a steamroller now, baby
I'm bound to roll all over you
I'm gonna inject your soul with some sweet rock 'n roll
And shoot you full of rhythm and blues

Well, I'm a cement mixer
A churning urn of burning funk
Yes, I'm a cement mixer for you, baby
A churning urn of burning funk
Well, I'm a demolition derby (yeah)
A hefty hunk of steaming junk

Now, I'm a napalm bomb, baby
Just guaranteed to blow your mind
Yeah, I'm a napalm bomb for you, baby
Oh, guaranteed, just guaranteed to blow your mind
And if I can't have your love for my own (now)
Sweet child, won't be nothing left behind
It seems how lately, baby
Got a bad case of steamroller blues