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Take me to the night I'm tippin topsy turvy turning upside down
Hold me tight and whisper what you wish
For there is no one here around
Oh you may sing song me sweet smiles
Regardless of the city's careless frown

Come watch the no colors fade blazing
Into pedal sprays of Violets of Dawn
In blindful wonderments enchantments
You can lift my wings softly to fly
Your eyes are like swift fingers reaching out
Into the pockets of my night

Whirling twirling puppy warm before the flashing cloaks of darkness gone

Come see the no colors fade blazing
Into pedal sprays of Violets of Dawn
Some prince charming I'll be
On Two white steeds to bring you diamond crowns
And climb your tower sleeping beauty

Before you ever know I've left the ground
You can wear a Cinderella Snowhite Alice Wonderland gown
Come watch the no colors fade blazing
Into pedal sprays of Violets of Dawn

But if I seem to wander off in dream like looks
Please let me settle slowly
It's only me just staring out at you
A seeming stranger speaking holy
I don't mean to wake you up it's only lonliness just coming on

So let the no colors fade blazing into petal sprays
Of Violets Of Dawn
Like shadows bursting into mist
Behind the echoes of this nonsense song
It's just chacing whispering trail
Of secret steps see them laughing on
There's magic in the sleepiness of waking to a childish sounding yawn

Come watch the no colors fade blazing
Into pedal sprays of Violets of Dawn

Eric Anderson

Hey, Miss spider. I missed your announcement. Sorry, honey. Back later to check out Bollywood. Thank you, again.

dys, that song touched a nerve, cowboy, especially this line:

Come watch the no colors fade blazing
Into pedal sprays of Violets of Dawn

Well, folks. Today we have one Brit and one "...song of India..." <smile>

but no France and no Germany. Also miss our turtle and our dj.

Hmmm, folks. What can we do to get them all here at once?

Someone play a dedication song, or start a violent argument as that seems to be the trend. JUST KIDDING!

While I'm far away from you my baby
I know it's hard for you my baby
Because it's hard for me my baby
And the darkest hour is just before dawn

Each night before you go to bed my baby
Whisper a little prayer for me my baby
And tell all the stars above
This is dedicated to the one I love

(life can never be exactly like we want it to be)
I could be satisfied knowing you love me
(but there's one thing I want you to do especially for me)
And it's something that everybody needs

While I'm far away from you my baby
Whisper a little prayer for me my baby
Because it's hard for me my baby
And the darkest hour is just before dawn

If there's one thing I want you to do
Especially for me
And it's something that everybody needs

Each night before you go to bed my baby
Whisper a little prayer for me my baby
And tell all the stars above
This is dedicated to the one I love

This is dedicated to the one I love
This is dedicated to the one I love
This is dedicated to the one I love

and there's our Walter, folks, with a great dedication song. Know that one, Germany, along with Somebody Done somebody Wrong Songs. <smile>

seaspider, hoorah for the Republic of India. Sorry that I am not familiar with Aasmir Khan, but I do know The Jungle Books.

I don't have a full blown phobia, but this may bring us all to the edge of one:



YIKES!

Dedicated to the gal spider.

All I Want Is You

Don't want diamonds don't want gold
Don't want fashion don't wanna be cool
Don't wanna hustle just to get thru
When it all comes down babe
All I want is you

Don't wanna argue don't wanna fight
Don't want no politics babe all thru the night
I told ya before - gonna tell ya once more
For the last time baby open up your door

Chorus

All I want is you all I want is you
Not any old girl will do
All I want is you
If ya don't need love ya gotta be nuts
The heaviest metal always rusts
Just you and me babe hangin' tough
It's gotta be it's gotta be it's gotta be love or bust

Don't need a doctor don't need a nurse
Don't need a prescription babe
Only make me feel worse
Don't need a license don't need insurance
Don't need a ticket where we're goin' babe
You got my assurance ya
I told ya before - gonna tell ya once more
For the last time baby open up your door

Well, there's our Francis, folks. Was that a dedication song, Paris? Sounds right to me. That one reminds me of Cher's "All I Ever Need is you." <smile>

And for our dj:

It's lonely out tonight
And the feelin' just got right for a brand new love song
Somebody done somebody wrong song

Hey, wontcha play another somebody done somebody wrong song
And make me feel at home while I miss my baby, while I miss my baby

So please play for me a sad melody
So sad that it makes everybody cry-y-y-y
A real hurtin' song about a love that's gone wrong
'cause I don't want to cry all alone

Hey, wontcha play another somebody done somebody wrong song
And make me feel at home while I miss my baby, while I miss my baby

So please play for me a sad melody
So sad that it makes everybody cry-y-y-y
A real hurtin' song about a love that's gone wrong
'cause I don't want to cry all alone

Hey, wontcha play another somebody done somebody wrong song
And make me feel at home while I miss my baby, while I miss my baby

(Hey) wontcha play (wontcha play) another somebody done somebody wrong song
And make me feel at home while I miss my baby, while I miss my baby

(Hey) wontcha play (wontcha play) another somebody done

FADE

somebody wrong song
And make me feel at home while I miss my baby, while I miss my baby

I ain't lookin' to compete with you,
Beat or cheat or mistreat you,
Simplify you, classify you,
Deny, defy or crucify you.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

No, and I ain't lookin' to fight with you,
Frighten you or uptighten you,
Drag you down or drain you down,
Chain you down or bring you down.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

I ain't lookin' to block you up
Shock or knock or lock you up,
Analyze you, categorize you,
Finalize you or advertise you.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

I don't want to straight-face you,
Race or chase you, track or trace you,
Or disgrace you or displace you,
Or define you or confine you.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

I don't want to meet your kin,
Make you spin or do you in,
Or select you or dissect you,
Or inspect you or reject you.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

I don't want to fake you out,
Take or shake or forsake you out,
I ain't lookin' for you to feel like me,
See like me or be like me.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

Can't we talk it over, dys?

Just friends
Lovers no more
Just friends
But not like before
To think of what we've been
And not to kiss again
Seems like pretending
It isn't the ending
Two friends
Drifting apart
Two friends
But one broken heart
We loved we laughed we cried
Then suddenly love died
The story ends
And we're
Just friends
We loved we laughed and we cried
Then suddenly love died
The story ends
And we're
Just friends

From Lady Day.

I do believe, folks, that I asked a question about Diana Ross, and here she is in her film role as Billie Holiday

Time for our musical quiz of the day. Earlier, listeners, we heard a song inspired by a poet, now here is one inspired by a short story writer. Can you guess who?

Look out, look out, Look out for Jimmy Valentine
For he's a pal of mine
A sentimental crook with a touch that lingers
In his sandpapered fingers
He can find the combination of your pocketbook
Look out, look out, For when you see his lantern shine
That's the time to jump right up and shout Help! He'd steal a horse and cart
He'd even steal a girlie's heart
When Jimmy Valentine gets out

Valentine reminds me of the day and the day reminds me of:



and that is how I remember his name.

Raggedy, you clever thing. You have a unique way of answering stuff, PA.

You win, honey. Just as an aside. Do you know his real name?

Oh, ye canny shove yer granny aff a bus
Oh, ye canny shove yer granny aff a bus
Oh, ye canny shove yer granny,
Fur she's yer mammy's mammy
Ye canny shove yer granny aff a bus

(Sing to the tune of "She'll be Coming Round the Mountain)

Well, McTag, that wasn't the answer, Brit, but we accept stuff like that.

I guess we'll all go out to meet her when she comes. <smile>

O Henry?

Oh, Carol, don't let him steal your heart away
I'm gonna learn to dance, if it takes me all night and day

C Berry

Chuck Berry - Carol Lyrics

Oh Carol, don't let him steal your heart away
I'm gonna learn to dance if it takes me all night and day

Climb into my machine so we can cruise on out
I know a swingin' little joint where we can jump and shout
It's not too far back off the highway, not so long a ride
You park your car out in the open, you can walk inside
A little cutie takes your hat and you can thank her, ma'am
Every time you make the scene you find the joint is jammed

Oh Carol, don't let him steal your heart away
I'm gonna learn to dance if it takes me all night and day

And if you wanna hear some music like the boys are playin'
Hold tight, pat your foot, don't let 'em carry it away
Don't let the heat overcome you when they play so loud
Oh, don't the music intrigue you when they get a crowd
You can't dance, I know you wish you could
I got my eyes on you baby, 'cause you dance so good

Oh Carol, don't let him steal your heart away
I'm gonna learn to dance if it takes me all night and day

hmmm. Something like Sidney Porter or Sydney Porter. But, that doesn't sound quite right. ( When I was in grade school, I loved his Gift of the Magi story. )

O Henry ain't the answer, Brit, nor is Carol or Berry.

Are you paying attention to avoid detention?

Thanks, anyway, Manchester.

William Sydney Porter, to give his full name. (A Retrieved Reformation)

Right, Walter. and what would you like for a prize, Germany?

Of all O' Henry's short stories, I think I like The Last Leaf the best.

Poetry of the leaves:

The Last Leaf a poem
by Oliver Wendell Holmes



I saw him once before,
As he passed by the door,
And again
The pavement stones resound,
As he totters o'er the ground
With his cane.

They say that in his prime,
Ere the pruning-knife of Time
Cut him down,
Not a better man was found
By the Crier on his round
Through the town.

But now he walks the streets,
And looks at all he meets
Sad and wan,
And he shakes his feeble head,
That it seems as if he said,
"They are gone."

The mossy marbles rest
On the lips that he has prest
In their bloom,
And the names he loved to hear
Have been carved for many a year
On the tomb.

My grandmamma has said
Poor old lady, she is dead
Long ago
That he had a Roman nose,
And his cheek was like a rose
In the snow;

But now his nose is thin,
And it rests upon his chin
Like a staff,
And a crook is in his back,
And a melancholy crack
In his laugh.

I know it is a sin
For me to sit and grin
At him here;
But the old three-cornered hat,
And the breeches, and all that,
Are so queer!

And if I should live to be
The last leaf upon the tree
In the spring,
Let them smile, as I do now,
At the old forsaken bough
Where I cling.

The Last Leaf
Oliver Wendell Holmes

A quiet moment of remembrance, folks:

Remembering Challenger 20 Years Later
AP - Thu Jan 26, 12:40 PM ET
CAPE CANAVERAL, Fla. - Twenty years ago, space shuttle Challenger blew apart into jets of fire and plumes of smoke, a terrifying sight witnessed by the families of the seven astronauts and by those who came to watch the historic launch of the first teacher in space. The disaster shattered NASA's spit-shined image and the belief that spaceflight could become as routine as airplane travel. The investigation into the accident's cause revealed a space agency more concerned with schedules and public relations than safety and sound decision-making.

Salute Christy.