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Actually, dys honey, it's Stephen King.

You know, listeners. I adore faked seriousness. It gives us all a chance to smile.

Now here's a song for our dys:

Nirvana

» Jesus Doesn't Want Me For A Sunbeam

Jesus, don't want me for a sunbeam
Sunbeams are never made like me

Don't expect me to cry,
For all the reasons you had to die
Don't ever ask your love of me

Don't expect me to cry
Don't expect me to lie
Don't expect me to die for me

Jesus, don't want me for a sunbeam
Sunbeams are never made like me

Don't expect me to cry,
For all the reasons you had to die
Don't ever ask your love of me

[x2]
Don't expect me to cry
Don't expect me to lie
Don't expect me to die for me

Jesus, don't want me for a sunbeam
Sunbeams are never made like me
Don't expect me to cry,
For all the reasons you had to die
Don't ever ask your love of me

Don't expect me to cry
Don't expect me to lie
Don't expect me to die
Don't expect me to cry
Don't expect me to lie
Don't expect me to die for.

I was a sunbeam in the Baptist church.

novel by Bradbury, but play by Shakespeare (MacBeth) (assuming it's pricking of the thumb, not twitching )

What's a Shakespeare?

would you listen to that turtle correcting Miss Letty. Hee! Hee! You be right, you Yit brat, you.

Well, dys. Let's explain about a shake spear. It's what you throw, when there ain't no mo bullets, and you are shakin' in yo boots.

That would be a totally new experince for me.

I thought he was the guy who shakes pears...

Hey, listeners, don't pay too much mind to those cowboys and French Indians. They don't know peaches from pears.

Some people call me the space cowboy, yeah
Some call me the gangster of love
Some people call me Maurice
'Cause I speak of the Pompatus of love

People talk about me baby
Say I'm doing you wrong, doing you wrong
Well don't you worry, baby, don't worry
Cause I'm right here, right here, right here, right here at home

'Cause I'm a picker, I'm a grinner, I'm a lover, I'm a sinner
I play my music in the sun
I'm a joker, I'm a smoker, I'm midnight toker
I get my lovin' on the run

Oo-oo-ooh, oo-oo-ooh

You're the cutest thing that I ever did see
I really love your peaches, wanna shake your tree
Lovey dovey, lovey dovey, lovey dovey all the time
Oohwee, baby, I'll sure show you a good time

...Sure don't want to hurt no one

People keep talking about me, baby
Say I'm doing you wrong
Well don't you worry, don't worry, no don't worry mama
'Cause I'm right here at home

You're the cutest thing that I ever did see
I really love your peaches, wanna shake your tree
Lovey dovey, lovey dovey, lovey dovey all the time
Come on baby, show me a good time

Someone called in a response to dys' spacy song:


I roll and I tumble, cried the whole night long
Yes I roll and I tumble, I cried the whole night long
I got up this morning, feeling that something going on wrong

Well now want you to love me baby, or please let me be
Yes love me baby, or please let me be
If you don't like my peaches please don't shake my tree

Well I want you to love me baby, and come on and say you'll be mine
I want you to love me baby, come and say you'll be mine
If you don't like my potatoes, please don't dig up my vine

them cowboys better look out for them truckers


Artist: Overkill
Song: Space Truckin


Originally performed by Deep Purple

Well we had a lot of luck on Venus
We always have a ball on Mars
With meeting all the groovy people
We've rocked the Milky Way so far
We danced around with Borealis
We're space trucking round the stars
Come on, come on, come on,
Let's go Space trucking
Come on, come on, come on, Space trucking!

Remember when we did the moonshot
And Ronny Trekker led the way
We'd move to the Canaveral Moonstomp
And every naut would dance and way
We got music in our solar system
We're space trucking round the stars
Come on, come on, come on,
Let's go Space trucking
Come on, come on, come on, Space trucking!

The fireball that we rode way moving
But now we've got a new machine
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! the frenks say
Man those cats can really swing
The got music in their solar system
The y've rocked around the Milky Way
They dance around with Borealis
They're space trucking every day!
Come on, come on, come on,
Let's go Space trucking
Come on, come on, come on, Space trucking!

Oh, my Gawd, folks. I was just on the verge of remarking that at least we didn't have a British invasion today, and look what the truck just hauled in.

Hey, OAK. Love the Space Truckin'. Thanks, Brit.

Yikes! It's Friday the 13th.

a footnote about phobias:



paraskevidekatriaphobia

A morbid, irrational fear of Friday the 13th. Therapist Dr. Donald Dossey, whose specialty is treating people with irrational fears, coined the term. He claims that when you can pronounce the word you are cured.

If you base your belief on media attention, superstition about Friday the 13th might be the number one superstition in America today. It appears, however, that only about 10% of us believe that Friday the 13th is an unlucky day (Zusne and Jones 1989, p. 244, put the number at 7%; Vyse 2000, p. 18, cites a 1990 Gallup poll that put the number at 9%, and a 2000 survey by American Demographics put it at 13%).

Friday may be considered unlucky because Christ is thought to have been crucified on a Friday, which was execution day among the Romans. Yet, Christians don't call it Bad Friday. Friday was also Hangman's Day in Britain. Some even think that Friday was the day God threw Adam and Eve out of the garden of Eden, which is unlikely since the concept of Friday hadn't been invented yet.

Is Friday the 13th a particularly unlucky day? It could be...if you believe it is. Some prophecies are self-fulfilling.

sneakin' round the corner,
creepin up on you
keepin you
on your toes
cos you wont ever know
if we are gonna show

Only minutemen sneak, John. You Brits march out in plain sight wearing target red.

Nah, listeners, I ain't gonna play Johnny Horton. Ain't ya glad?

It's dark, and Letty is alone, so I think I will play this song based on a Bach minuet:

A Lover's Concerto
The Toys

[Words and Music by Denny Randell and Sandy Linzert]


How gentle is the rain
That falls softly on the meadow
Birds high up the trees
Serenade the clouds with their melodies

Oh-oh, see there beyond the hill
The bright colors of the rainbow
Some magic from above
Made this day for us just to fall in love

Now, I belong to you
From this day until forever
Just love me tenderly
And I'll give to you every part of me

Oh-oh, don't ever make me cry
Through long lonely nights without her
Be always true to me
Keep this day in your heart eternally

---- Instrumental Interlude -----

Someday we shall return
To this place upon the meadow
We'll walk out in the rain
See the birds above singing once again

Oh-oh, you hold me in your arms
And say once again you love me
And if your love is true
Everything will be just as wonderful

You'll hold me in your arms
And say once again you love me
And if your love is true
Everything will be just as wonderful

You'll hold me in your arms
And say once again you love me
And if your love is true
Everything will be just as wonderful

We miss Cyracuz, folks. I love Grieg.

Seed. too, is missisng.

well, i say simply TGIF - and hope the hangman won't call ! hbg

Isn't our hamburger a stoic sort, folks. <smile>

Here's to you, Canada:

I came to town to search for gold
And I brought with me a memory
And I seem to hear the night wind cry,
"Go hang your dreams on the hangin' tree
Your dreams of love that could never be
Hang your faded dreams on the hangin' tree!"

I searched tor gold and I found my gold
And I found a girl who loved just me
And I wished that I could love her too
But I'd left my heart on the hangin' tree
I'd left my heart with a memory
And a faded dream on the hangin' tree.

Now there were men who craved my gold
And meant to take my gold from me
When a man is gone he needs no gold
So they carried me to the hangin' tree
To join my dreams and a memory
Yes they carried me to the hangin' tree.

To really live you must almost die
And it happened just that way with me
They took the gold and set me free
And I walked away from the hangin' tree
I walked away from the hangin' tree
And my own true love, she walked with me!

That's when I knew that the hangin' tree
Was a tree of life, new life for me
A tree of hope, new hope for me
A tree of love, new love tor me
The hangin' tree, the hangin' tree, the hangin' tree!

Justice

David "Ziggy" Marley


Justice, people say, justice
justice, brother say, justice

Judge me if I am weak
judge me if I am strong
judge my days and all life long
they let the baby cry, let the mama cry
and youths like I and I have to cry

For justice, one, one, one word prayer
justice, who yea, justice, justice

Is like a good friend
who long time we don't see
why they taking liberty
who, is like a good friend
who long time we don't see
why they taking liberty, with I and I and I

Justice, yea yea yea
justice, now not later, justice
justice, people say

(solo)

For I and I, justice, justice
justice, where are you
justice, look what they do

They make the innocent cry
the innocent cry
look what they do to Garvey
they make the innocent die
they make the innocent die
how dem lie on Steve Biko

Justice, justice, the one word prayer
justice, who yea, justice
the poor man cry, why do they do the wrong
justice, they make me sing this song

Justice, who yea woa, mmmh, yea, yea
justice, justice, desert me not
justice, they are on my back
justice, the more the tears
the more, the more we want, justice, justice



Ziggy Marley, Glenn Rosenstein, Chris Frantz & Tina Weymouth

Good song, Diane. Justice is supposed to be blind, but we know better, right listeners?

Let's change the tone just a bit.



Well, folks, Here's a crier song from Phil Ochs:

Love Me, I'm a Liberal



So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

I go to civil rights rallies
And I put down the old D.A.R.
I love Harry and Sidney and Sammy
I hope every colored boy becomes a star
But don't talk about revolution
That's going a little bit too far
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

I cheered when Humphrey was chosen
My faith in the system restored
I'm glad the commies were thrown out
of the A.F.L. C.I.O. board
I love Puerto Ricans and Negros
as long as they don't move next door
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

The people of old Mississippi
Should all hang their heads in shame
I can't understand how their minds work
What's the matter don't they watch Les Crain?
But if you ask me to bus my children
I hope the cops take down your name
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

I read New republic and Nation
I've learned to take every view
You know, I've memorized Lerner and Golden
I feel like I'm almost a Jew
But when it comes to times like korea
There's no one more red, white and blue
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

I vote for the democtratic party
They want the U.N. to be strong
I go to all the Pete Seeger concerts
He sure gets me singing those songs
I'll send all the money you ask for
But don't ask me to come on along
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

Once I was young and impulsive
I wore every conceivable pin
Even went to the socialist meetings
Learned all the old union hymns
But I've grown older and wiser
And that's why I'm turning you in
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

That song was from All the Songs That are Fit to Sing. <smile>