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Hey, Raggedy. A big smile for your concern. It seems to me that it was predicted that if one saw that movie or read the book, death within a year was imminent.

Thanks, for the pix, gal. Linda doesn't look too scary today.

Sign on the window says "Lonely,"
Sign on the door said "No Company Allowed,"
Sign on the street says "Y' Don't Own Me,"
Sign on the porch says "Three's A Crowd,"
Sign on the porch says "Three's A Crowd."

Her and her boyfriend went to California,
Her and her boyfriend done changed their tune.
My best friend said, "Now didn' I warn ya,
Brighton girls are like the moon,
Brighton girls are like the moon."

Looks like a-nothing but rain . . .
Sure gonna be wet tonight on Main Street . . .
Hope that it don't sleet.

Build me a cabin in Utah,
Marry me a wife, catch rainbow trout,
Have a bunch of kids who call me "Pa,"
That must be what it's all about,
That must be what it's all about.

Three angels up above the street,
Each one playing a horn,
Dressed in green robes with wings that stick out,
They've been there since Christmas morn.
The wildest cat from Montana passes by in a flash,
Then a lady in a bright orange dress,
One U-Haul trailer, a truck with no wheels,
The Tenth Avenue bus going west.
The dogs and pigeons fly up and they flutter around,
A man with a badge skips by,
Three fellas crawlin' on their way back to work,
Nobody stops to ask why.
The bakery truck stops outside of that fence
Where the angels stand high on their poles,
The driver peeks out, trying to find one face
In this concrete world full of souls.
The angels play on their horns all day,
The whole earth in progression seems to pass by.
But does anyone hear the music they play,
Does anyone even try?

Well, there's our dys. Hey, Albaturkey. Thanks for the lyrics, cowboy.

".....catch rainbow trout...."

That line reminds me of fly fishing; my dad; and the other fishin'.

Thanks for the memory, honey. Ground hog day is their anniversary. They were married in Nelly's Ford, Virginia, but the house is no longer there.

From Ma Rainey:


See see rider, see what you have done, Lord, Lord, Lord
Made me love you, now your gal has come
You made me love you, now your gal has come

I'm goin' away, baby, I won't be back till fall, Lord, Lord, Lord
Goin' away, baby, won't be back till fall
If I find me a good man, won't be back at all

I'm gonna buy me a pistol, just as long as I am tall, Lord, Lord, Lord
Shoot my man, and catch a cannonball
If he won't have me, he won't have no gal at all

See See Rider, where did you stay last night? Lord, Lord, Lord
Your shoes ain't buttoned and your clothes don't fit you right
You didn't come home till the sun was shining bright

News break:

Yo Ho Ho and a bottle of rum? Well, we tried to discuss wine with not much success, but here's an interesting item, folks:

U.S. Navy Seizes Pirate Ship Off Somalia By JIM KRANE, Associated Press Writer
1 hour, 8 minutes ago



DUBAI, United Arab Emirates - The U.S. Navy boarded an apparent pirate ship in the Indian Ocean and detained 26 men for questioning, the Navy said Sunday. The 16 Indians and 10 Somali men were aboard a traditional dhow that was chased and seized Saturday by the U.S. guided missile destroyer USS Winston S. Churchill, said Lt. Leslie Hull-Ryde of U.S. Naval Forces Central Command in Bahrain.


The dhow stopped fleeing after the Churchill twice fired warning shots during the chase, which ended 87 kilometers (54 miles) off the coast of Somalia, the Navy said. U.S. sailors boarded the dhow and seized a cache of small arms.

The dhow's crew and passengers were being questioned Sunday aboard the Churchill to determine which were pirates and which were legitimate crew members, Hull-Ryde said.

Sailors aboard the dhow told Navy investigators that pirates hijacked the vessel six days ago near Mogadishu and thereafter used it to stage pirate attacks on merchant ships.

The Churchill is part of a multinational task force patrolling the western Indian Ocean and Horn of Africa region to thwart terrorist activity and other lawlessness

Down at the mill, down at the mill,
the mill broke down, it's broken still.
I never did find you, and I guess I never will,
unless you meet me down at the mill.

It's always August, sweat on your neck,
you do the work but you never see a check.
Fat Annie waiting for you - man, if looks could kill,
you never would have woke this morning, down at the mill.

Young guys on motorcycles, hard eyes, hardons,
go chasing through the woods to the muddy yellow pond.
Their hands are filthy, their souls are dirty,
they shoot the **** with a 30-30.

Down at the mill, down at the mill,
grampa spit tobacco at a barrel full of swill.
There's a sawdust mountain and a slabwood hill
and Jim Beam on the jammer, down at the mill.

Dammit now I told you, goddammit I said
get that little bastard Frank, smack him on the head.
I'm on my way to Jesus but I'm moving slow,
If you think that you can take me, c'mon, let's go.

Grease of the engine, whine of the saw,
the trouble with the customers, they're all in-laws,
Don't even ask them about the way they feel,
they're all broke down like the damn old mill.

Oops, edgar slipped in with Ma Rainey, and we didn't hear him.

Thanks, Texas.

Well, folks. It seems that Letty isn't having much luck getting responses from our contributors, so here's a song to me:

Better Luck Next time:




Don't close your eyes
You need to see it all
It's no surprise
That they break you down
Least they won't give you up

Stop tell me where you going
Maybe the one you love isn't there
You're going under
But you're over it all so you don't care about all that I had to see
Watch you wait until you come around

It's all wonderful
Living happily
To lose it all
Think you have everything

Stop tell me where you going
Maybe the one you love isn't there
You're going under
But you're over it all so you don't care about all that I had to see
Watch you wait until you come around
Around

Stop tell me where you going
Maybe the one you love isn't there
You're going under
But you're over it all so you don't care about all that I had to see
Watch you wait until you come around
Around

I left my home in Norfolk, Virginia
California on my mind....

Hey, Manchester:






PROMISED LAND
Chuck Berry


I left my home in Norfolk Virginia,
California on my mind.
Straddled that Greyhound, rode him past Raleigh,
On across Caroline.

Stopped in Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill,
And we never was a minute late.
We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown,
Rollin' 'cross the Georgia state.

We had motor trouble it turned into a struggle,
Half way 'cross Alabam,
And that 'hound broke down and left us all stranded
In downtown Birmingham.

Straight off, I bought me a through train ticket,
Ridin' cross Mississippi clean
And I was on that midnight flyer out of Birmingham
Smoking into New Orleans.

Somebody help me get out of Louisiana
Just help me get to Houston town.
There's people there who care a little 'bout me
And they won't let the poor boy down.

Sure as you're born, they bought me a silk suit,
Put luggage in my hands,
And I woke up high over Albuquerque
On a jet to the promised land.

Workin' on a T-bone steak a la carte
Flying over to the Golden State;
The pilot told me in thirteen minutes
We'd be headin' in the terminal gate.

Swing low sweet chariot, come down easy
Taxi to the terminal zone;
Cut your engines, cool your wings,
And let me make it to the telephone.

Los Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia,
Tidewater four ten O nine
Tell the folks back home this is the promised land callin'
And the poor boy's on the line.

Well, buddy, I've been there, but next to Washington, D.C. you don't want to go there.

However, listeners. The guys might want to go here. <smile>

Oh............................................klahoma
where the wind blow clear across the plain
And the waving wheat
Sure smells sweet
When the wind blows right behind the rain
Oh......................................

We know we belong to the land
And the land we belong to is grand
We're singing Oh................................

here is a song that should go nicely with the smiling goil.
---------------------------------------------------------
Frank Sinatra - When You?re Smiling Lyrics

When you?re smilin?, when you?re smilin?
The whole world smiles with you
When you?re laughin?, when you?re laughin?
The sun comes shinin? through

But when you?re cryin?, you bring on the rain
So stop that cryin?, be happy again
Keep on smilin?, ?cause when you?re smilin?
The whole world smiles with you

When you?re smilin?, when you?re smilin?
The whole world, it smiles with you
When you?re laughin?, oh babe, when you?re laughin?
The sun would-a come shining through

But when you?re cryin?, you bring on the rain
So stop that sighin?, come on and be happy again
Keep on smilin?, ?cause when you?re smilin?, baby
The whole world smiles with you

Hi Letty.....I'm still trying to fill up my little music gadget.

Looking through my CD collection, I came across the brilliant album "Peace will come", by Tom Paxton.


Here are a couple of tracks.....the first is light hearted, the other superb, and one of my favourites.



I LOST MY HEART ON A 747 (Tom Paxton)

I lost my heart. on a seven forty seven
Halfway to heaven, passing over Desmoines
Her looks were smart, I met her in the aisle
She gave me a smile, I knew our futures were j-o-i-n-e-d

Halfway through a spicy movie, starring Natalie Wood
We made our vows together (cutting our steaks the best we could)
My love.....removed her earphones....
And told me in her dear tones, she had to powder her nose
She pushed and shoved, through a dozen stewardesses
Handing out their addresses, and straightening their h-o-s-e

Time flew....I knew, something had gone wrong
Where was my love, she'd been gone too long
I searched.....it must have been for hours
Then Kennedy Towers, gave permission to l-a-n-d

Farewell to the future we planned

Da-da, de-da-de-da-de- da -da
De-da-de-da-de-da-da
Daa- daa- daa -daa daaaaaaaaa!








YOU CAME THROWING COLOURS (Tom Paxton)


You came throwing colours,
All around my blacks and grays,
While I stood in wonder you just opened up my days.
Let me tell you what you did to me,
I want to shout the news.
You came throwing colours 'round my blues,
You came throwing colours 'round my blues.

Makes me wonder how I got,
The way I used to be.
Something in my head,
Just simply made a mess of me.
Then you told me love was possible,
You told me I was free.
You came throwing colours 'round my blues.

You came throwing colours,
All around my blacks and grays,
While I stood in wonder you just opened up my days.
Let me tell you what you did to me,
I want to shout the news.
You came throwing colours 'round my blues,
You came throwing colours 'round my blues.

Oh, I would sit for hours,
Never noticing the sky.
Chances came and went,
You know, I let them scurry by.
Then you told me love was possible,
You made me want to try,
You came throwing colours 'round my blues.

You came throwing colours,
All around my blacks and grays,
While I stood in wonder you just opened up my days.
Let me tell you what you did to me,
I want to shout the news.
You came throwing colours 'round my blues,
You came throwing colours 'round my blues.........

Well, McTag. That lady is from Oklahoma where the wind goes sweeping o'er the plain, but I think she got crowned in Vegas. <smile>

I'm truly surprised, listeners, that the Miss America pageant has endured. I saw a girl that I had coached, who didn't win, devastated to the point of deep depression, from which she never fully recovered.

Hey, hamburger. Yes, Francis Albert had a song for everything, right? but I would like to add that often his real life was a different song.

and hello again, Lord Ellpus. I suppose you will take a bath in that music, as my good friend once told me. I think his words were:

Letty, you don't look at music from the point of a technician; you just bathe in it. He was right, too, because it was too easy just to memorize what I heard. <smile>

I guess I will have to get better acquainted with Tom Paxton, Brit. Thank you for educating us with his music.

Keep saying it, listeners, because they're back with a vengeance

Bedbugs Bite Big Apple in Global Epidemic By SARA KUGLER, Associated Press Writer
Sun Jan 22, 12:46 PM ET



NEW YORK - Legions of tiny blood-sucking bugs are munching their way through the Big Apple, making this the city that never sleeps ... tight. Bedbugs are back, and they're not just rearing their rust-colored heads in New York City. Authorities say it's a global crisis: Exterminators who handled one or two bedbug calls a year are now getting that many in a week, according to the National Pest Management Association.


"There's an epidemic going on throughout the country, and New York seems to be the hotbed," said Jeffrey Eisenberg, a pest control expert.

The elusive critters avoid light and attack in the middle of the night. About the size of an apple seed, a bedbug hides among cracks and crevices in furniture and walls, and can disappear into the edge of a picture frame or between buttons on an alarm clock.

They invade even the cleanest apartments and swankiest neighborhoods, including Manhattan's Upper West Side, where a city councilwoman is calling for a citywide bedbug task force.

"Yes, Francis Albert had a song for everything, right? but I would like to add that often his real life was a different song."

watched an old (?) interview with lauren bacall today. she spoke quite freely about her many love affairs, but when the name frank sinatra came up , her eyes became deadly and one could almost see her blood boil ! she didn't want to go there ! hbg