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Wow!, Francis. Wonder what that guy on my left is smokin'. Hope it's legal.

John, whatever it cost, we'll pay for it in the end, all of us.

Also heard on the car radio that February marks the Iran hostage crisis.

dj, that was a real thought provoking song; sorta reminds me of "Up in Smoke." thanks, Canada.

Now I'm off to find a song by our Indian girl. <smile>. Rather surprised that spidergal didn't know it.

didn't know John Wayne's real name was Marion, but did know it's Pat Robertson's first name. wondering if there are any another famous Marions under other names.

THE BLUES


HE TOLD STORIES SET TO MUSIC
WORK SONGS
LOVE SONGS
MONEY SONGS
DRINK SONGS
BORN IN CLARKSDALE, STATE OF MISSISSIPPI
1917 DREW HIS FIRST BREATH
SUNG A LOTTA SPIRITUALS
THEN TWO BLIND BLUES MEN
LED HIM TO HIS MUSICAL PATH
TOOK HIMSELF TO MEMPHIS
THE BARS & CLUBS
GUITAR PUMPIN TO HIS VOICE
MOVED UP NORTH
DETROIT WAY
1948 & SALLY MAE TOOK HIS HAND
HIS MUSIC FLOWED
HIS FOLLOWING GREW
THIS MAN HAD GENIUS IN HIS BLOOD
SITTIN ON HIS STOOL, RAPPIN HIS SONGS
IN HIS HOMBURG HAT & SHARP CUT SUIT
SOME ENGLISH BANDS PICKED HIM UP
HIS BLUES WERE HOT
AND HE WAS COOL
LIKE A CRAWLING KING SNAKE
STALKING YOU

R.I.P. >>> J.L.H.

Hey, Yit. Don't you mean infamous? "bless Pat". dear me, folks. wonder where that expression arose?

Ah, John. John Lee Hooker never got past the 4th grade. Didn't matter when he sang, however.

Well, so far, I have only found the following picture:



What a lovely woman with a smoky voice.

Letty, you don't wanna believe everything you hear on the car radio. The traffic unit cuts in on my car radio telling me about a crash on the multi-lane and about detours. The crash is never there when I turn up a week later & God knows where the detour has gone. This is Fantasyland or just the phigment of some crazy person's mind

You are right, John. Even seeing is not believing. There is still a detour on A1A with the most confusing signs that you have ever read, but I didn't hear that on the radio.

Well, Letty isn't much good at finding stuff on Google. Looked for the origin of "bless Pat" and all they came up with was Marian Pat R.<smile>

Did get to hear a sound clip of "Meanwhile headlights sweep the lonely streets." Done in a minor key. As lovely as I remember it, folks.

Europe is asleep, and I can hear the quiet, now. Someone play something quiet and sweet.

bruce springsteen --- a little thought provoking

I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand
Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man
I'd sit on his lap in that big old buick and steer as we drove through town
He'd tousle my hair and say son take a good look around
This is your hometown, this is your hometown
This is your hometown, this is your hometown

In `65 tension was running high at my high school
There was a lot of fights between the black and white
There was nothing you could do
Two cars at a light on a saturday night in the back seat there was a gun
Words were passed in a shotgun blast
Troubled times had come to my hometown
My hometown, my hometown, my hometown

Now main street's whitewashed windows and vacant stores
Seems like there ain't nobody wants to come down here no more
They're closing down the textile mill across the railroad tracks
Foreman says these jobs are going boys and they ain't coming back to
Your hometown, your hometown, your hometown, your hometown

Last night me and kate we laid in bed talking about getting out
Packing up our bags maybe heading south
I'm thirty-five we got a boy of our own now
Last night I sat him up behind the wheel and said son take a good
Look around
This is your hometown

or this one by bruce

You and me we were the pretenders
We let it all slip away
In the end what you don't surrender
Well the world just strips away
Girl, ain't no kindness in the face of strangers
Ain't gonna find no miracles here
Well you can wait on your blesses my darling
I got a deal for you right here
I ain't looking for praise or pity
I ain't coming 'round searching for a crutch
I just want someone to talk to
And a little of that human touch
Just a little of that human touch

Ain't no mercy on the streets of this town
Ain't no bread from heavenly skies
Ain't nobody drawing wine from this blood
It's just you and me tonight
Tell me, in a world without pity
Do you think what I'm askin's too much
I just want something to hold on to
And a little of that human touch
Just a little of that human touch

Oh girl that feeling of safety that you prize
Well it comes at a hard hard price
You can't shut off the risk and the pain
Without losing the love that remains
We're all riders on this train

So you've been broken and you've been hurt
Show me somebody who ain't
Yeah, I know I ain't nobody's bargain
But, hell, a little touch up and a little paint...
You might need something to hold on to
When all the answers, they don't amount to much
Somebody that you could just to talk to
And a little of that human touch
Baby, in a world without pity
Do you think what I'm askin's too much
I just want to feel you in my arms
Share a little of that human touch
Feel a little of that human touch
Give me a little of that human touch

bruce again


Bruce Springsteen
Secret Garden

She'll let you in her house
If you come knockin' late at night
She'll let you in her mouth if the
Words you say are right
If you pay the price
She'll let you deep inside
But there's a secret garden she hides
She'll let you in her car
To go drivin' round
She'll let you into the parts of herself
That'll bring you down
She'll let you in her heart
If you got a hammer and a vise
But into her secret garden, don't think twice
You've gone a million miles
How far'd you get to that place where
You can't remember and you can't forget
She'll lead you down a path
There'll be tenderness in the air
She'll let you come just far enough
So you know she's really there
She'll look at you and smile
And her eyes will say
She's got a secret garden
Where everything you want
Where everything you need
Will always stay a million miles away,


good night Letty, sweet dreams

Well, Brit. I like the boss; maybe it's because of his human touch.

Goodnight, John. Sleep well and think of us Yanks who are still awake and dreaming.

I watched a new series last night on USA. It was about a doctor named House.

THE SHOW

Dr. Gregory House (Hugh Laurie) is devoid of bedside manner and wouldn't even talk to his patients if he could get away with it. Dealing with his own constant physical pain, he uses a cane that seems to punctuate his acerbic, brutally honest demeanor.
While his behavior can border on antisocial, House is a maverick physician whose unconventional thinking and flawless instincts have afforded him a great deal of respect. An infectious disease specialist, he's a brilliant diagnostician who loves the challenges of the medical puzzles he must solve in order to save lives.

House's team includes neurologist Dr. Eric Foreman (Omar Epps), who might have a slightly suspect past; immunologist Dr. Allison Cameron (Jennifer Morrison); and old-money intensevist Dr. Robert Chase (Jesse Spencer). House also has a good friend in Dr. James Wilson (Robert Sean Leonard), an oncologist with whom he consults on a regular basis.

There's also some volatile chemistry at work between House and Dr. Lisa Cuddy (Lisa Edelstein), the Dean of Medicine and hospital administrator. Cuddy is in constant conflict with House over his duties at the hospital, but even she must admit he may be the most brilliant doctor on the staff.

With a patient's life in the balance, House will do whatever it takes in the race against the clock to solve the case before it takes a life, from sending one of his team to break into a patient's home in search of clues, to attempting a controversial, high-stakes, trial-and-error form of treatment to see how a patient responds. House's methods may be suspect, but his results are not.

Very different, and that's the jolt that TV needs, folks

i must watch house some time, i'm most familiar with laurie as the loveable waster bertie wooster in the bbc comedies jeeves and wooster

based on the pg wodehouse stories of dandy bertie wooster and his manservant jeeves, funny, funny stuff, check them out if you can

Upon my word, dj. Never saw the man before last night. Thanks for the info and pix, buddy.

Guess we ought to have a song to go with Hugh:

Just change the gender, folks


Ow she's a Brick-house,
She's mighty mighty, just lettin' it all hang out
She's a brick-house, that lady's stacked, and that's a fact,
Ain't holdin' nothin' back, ow she's a brick-house,
Well we're together everybody knows,
This is how the story goes.

She knows she's got everything, that a woman needs, to get a man.
How can she lose, with such a youth,
Thirty six, twenty four, thirty six, what a winning hand!

She's a Brick-house, she's mighty mighty, just lettin' it all hang out.
Yea she's a brick-house, that lady's stacked,
And that's a fact,
Ain't holdin' nothin back, oh she's a brick-house,
Yeah she's the one, the only one,
Built like an Amazon.

The clothes she wears, her sexy ways,
Makes her, ole man wish, for younger days yeah yeah
She knows she's built, and knows how to please.
Sho' nuff can knock a strong man to his knees.

Cause she's a brick-house,
She's mighty mighty, just lettin' it all hang out.
Oh she's a brick-house,
That lady's stacked, and that's a fact,
Ain't holdin' nothin' back, yeah

Shake it down, shake it down now, shake it down shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down now, shake it down shake it ooo ga ga
Shake it down, shake it down now, shake it down shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down now, shake it down shake it shake it

Brick-House - Yeah, she's mighty mighty, just letting it all hang out
Ah what a brick-house, yeah she's the one, the only one, built like an Amazon.

Shake it down, shake it down now, shake it down shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down now, shake it down shake it shake it
Shake it down, shake it down now, shake it down shake it down now
Shake it down, shake it down now, shake it down shake it shake it

BREAK

Oh what a Brick-house, she's mighty mighty, just lettin' it all hang out.
Yea she's a brick-house, that lady's stacked, that's the fact,
Ain't holdin' nothin' back, Owww she's a brick-house,
Yea she's the one, the only one, built like a Amazon

Like this one better, dj.

a few years ago we saw stephen fry give a solo performance at the university of toronto.
"absolutely spiffing !".

reading the jeeves stories when we came to canada (books borrowed from the library), certainly helped me learning the english language.
my english is now at such an advanced stage that when we visited in britain, the london cabbie couldn't figure out where i came from.
when i told him i came from canada, i gave me a puzzled look. so i threw in that i was born in hamburg/germany. his face lit up and he said : "so you know the "reeperbahn" (hamburg's red light district - hbg). what a good time i had there as a young soldier !". we were his instant friends from thereon.
i have also been mistaken for a jamaican, and when we visit germany, people are even more puzzled when they hear me speak.
i have the makings of a secret agent , following in the footsteps of maxwell smart. hbg

hamburger, you tell the most delightful stories. How about telling Letty to go to bed now. It has been a long day, but you all have made it better

Goodnight, my friends.

From Letty with love

another tune for your listening pleasure

<right click and save on the song title>



Where Racoons Don't Live
Troubled Hubble

Yeah, I hope your life is real bad
Since you moved up north
You saved up all your money
And you stopped driving back and forth

And now I hope your life's a mess
And that you hate your job
I hope the weather's cold as hell
And all your friends are snobs

You see I still drive by your old house
I'll even stop and check your mail
Occasionally I'll blow the leaves
And tell people it's not for sale

And I'll climb up on the roof
And sleep there for days
One time the police shot me down
But I was okay

Don't flatter yourself
I'm just about over you
I occupy my time with other things
And let my work consume me

You see I got something that keeps me real busy
And I'll tell you what it is
I box up some live racoons and ship them to countries
Where they don't live

And if you try to get away from me
I'm as normal as they get
And if you think that bleeding pig heart i mailed you is weird
you ain't seen nothing yet

A Spanish - English dictionary
Will only get you so far
Once you cross the border
In your Korean car

You'll be dancing around sombrero's
And <unknown>
And some sexy latin lover
Will have you by the hips

Don't flatter yourself
I'm just about over you
I occupy my time with other things
And let my work consume me

You see I got something that keeps me real busy
And I'll tell you what it is
I box up some live racoons and ship them to countries
Where they don't live

Hoka hey!


Chelsea Hotel #2
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
you were talking so brave and so sweet,
giving me head on the unmade bed,
while the limousines wait in the street.
Those were the reasons and that was New York,
we were running for the money and the flesh.
And that was called love for the workers in song
probably still is for those of them left.
Ah but you got away, didn't you babe,
you just turned your back on the crowd,
you got away, I never once heard you say,
I need you, I don't need you,
I need you, I don't need you
and all of that jiving around.

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
you were famous, your heart was a legend.
You told me again you preferred handsome men
but for me you would make an exception.
And clenching your fist for the ones like us
who are oppressed by the figures of beauty,
you fixed yourself, you said, "Well never mind,
we are ugly but we have the music."

And then you got away, didn't you babe...

I don't mean to suggest that I loved you the best,
I can't keep track of each fallen robin.
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
that's all, I don't even think of you that often.


L Cohen

Had a great birthday, and am only slightly overhung some 48 hours later.

I received an ipod from the fragrant one, the base station from my son and have spent the morning downloading about 500 tracks (it can hold 7500, so there's some way to go) and sorting out the wheat from the chaff.

At present, I have the earphones in place and am listening to THIS......full blast!

Tweeter And The Monkey Man (Bob Dylan - Travelling Wilburys)


Tweeter and the Monkey Man were hard up for cash
They stayed up all night selling cocaine and hash
To an undercover cop who had a sister named Jan
For reasons unexplained she loved the Monkey Man

Tweeter was a boy scout before she went to Vietnam
And found out the hard way nobody gives a damn
They knew that they found freedom just across the Jersey Line
So they hopped into a stolen car took Highway 99

And the walls came down all the way to hell
Never saw them when they're standing
Never saw them when they fell

The undercover cop never liked the Monkey Man
Even back in childhood he wanted to see him in the can
Jan got married at fourteen to a racketeer named Bill
She made secret calls to the Monkey Man from a mansion on the hill

It was out on thunder road - Tweeter at the wheel
They crashed into paradise - they could hear them tires squeal
The undercover cop pulled up and said "Everyone of you's a liar
If you don't surrender now it's gonna go down to the wire

And the walls came down all the way to hell
Never saw them when they're standing
Never saw them when they fell

An ambulance rolled up - a state trooper close behind
Tweeter took his gun away and messed up his mind
The undercover cop was left tied up to a tree
Near the souvenir stand by the old abandoned factory

Next day the undercover cop was hot in pursuit
He was taking the whole thing personal
He didn't care about the loot
Jan had told him many times it was you to me who taught
In Jersey anything's legal as long as you don't get caught

And the walls came down all the way to hell
Never saw them when they're standing
Never saw them when they fell

Someplace by Rahway prison they ran out of gas
The undercover cop had cornered them said "Boy, you didn't think that this could last"
Jan jumped out of bed said "There's someplace I gotta go"
She took a gun out of the drawer and said "It's best if you don't know"

The undercover cop was found face down in a field
The monkey man was on the river bridge using Tweeter as a shield
Jan said to the Monkey Man "I'm not fooled by Tweeter's curl
I knew him long before he ever became a Jersey girl"

And the walls came down all the way to hell
Never saw them when they're standing
Never saw them when they fell

Now the town of Jersey City is quieting down again
I'm sitting in a gambling club called the Lion's Den
The TV set been blown up, every bit of it is gone
Ever since the nightly news show that the Monkey Man was on

I guess I'll go to Florida and get myself some sun
There ain't no more opportunity here, everything's been done
Sometime I think of Tweeter, sometime I think of Jan
Sometime I don't think about nothing but the Monkey Man

And the walls came down all the way to hell
Never saw them when they're standing
Never saw them when they fell.................


Righty ho, back to the downloads.........

Good morning WA2K listeners and contributors and a very happy Sunday to all.

dj, thanks for the troubled hubble racoon song. Great lyrics, Canada.

edgar, very graphic song by Cohen. I'll remember it well. <smile> Thanks, Texas.

Well, here's our birthday boy and overhung with his new ipod. Great Dylan song, L.E. The fragrant one knows what you like, right? If that tiny miracle is going at full blast, she may live to regret her gift.

I would like to begin the day with a thanks to my neighbor who was kind enough to put a jump on my battery for me. Hey, I'm learning to do things, folks. I took the little clips off all by myself this morning.

Speaking of jump start, listeners. Guess I had better do same with a mug of my favorite beverage.

Back later with news from the wine world.