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i've been slacking off, so perhaps i can evoke a few remembrances of another sort with this Captain Beefheart oddity (which incidentally also relates to a peculiar recent development at a2k):

Pappy with the Khaki sweatband
Bowed goat potbellied barnyard that only he noticed
The old fart was smart
The old gold cloth madonna
Dancin' t' the fiddle 'n saw
He ran down behind the knoll
'n slipped on his wooden fishhead
The mouth worked 'n snapped all the bees
Back t' the bungalow

Momma was flatten'n lard
With her red enamel rollin' pin
When the fishhead broke the window
Rubber eye erect 'n precisely detailed
Airholes from which breath should come
Is now closely fit
With the chatter of the old fart inside

An assortment of observations took place
Momma licked 'er lips like uh cat
Pecked the ground like uh rooster
Pivoted like uh duck
Her stockings down caught dust 'n doughballs
She cracked 'er mouth glaze caught one eyelash
Rubbed 'er hands on 'er gorgeous gingham
Her hand grasped sticky metal intricate latchwork
Open t' the room uh smell cold mixed with bologna
Rubber bands crumpled wax paper bonnets
Fat goose legs 'n special jellies
Ignited by the warmth of the room
The old fart smelled this thru his important breather holes
Cleverly he dialed from within from the outside we observed
That the nose of the wooden mask
Where the holes had just been uh moment ago
Was now smooth amazingly blended camouflaged in
With the very intricate rainbow trout replica

The old fart inside was now breathin' freely
From his perfume bottle atomizer air bulb invention

His excited eyes from within the dark interior glazed;
watered in appreciation of his thoughtful preparation.

You are right, Mr. Turtle. That oddity must be a dedication. Unfortunately, Letty doesn't understand one word of it, but you are an angel for sharing that complex song with us.

Welcome back, honey. We missed you here --you and your telling songs.

thank you Letty. i just happen to have a terrific "telling" song by Aaron Neville:

If you want something to play with
Go and find yourself a toy
Baby, my time is too expensive
And I'm not a little boy

If you are serious
Don't play with my heart, it makes me furious
But if want me to love you
Then, baby, I will, girl, you know I will

Tell it like it is
Don't be ashamed to let your conscience be your guide
But I-I-I-I-I know deep down inside of me
I believe you love me, forget your foolish pride

Life is too short to have sorrow
You may be here today and gone tomorrow
You might as well get what you want
So go on and live, baby, go on and live

Tell it like it is
I'm nothin' to play with, go and find yourself a toy
But I-I-I-I-I
Tell it like it is
My time is too expensive
And I'm not your little boy

[Fade]
Mm mm, tell it like it is

Great song, Yit. That told a lot, dear.

Randy Bachman of Guess Who asserts that every song is a telling song:

Here's one:


Sometimes when I'm down and all alone
Just like a child without a home.
The love you give me keeps me hanging on, oh honey
All I ever need is you.

You're my first love you're my last.
You're my future you're my past.
And loving you is all I ask,oh honey
All I ever need is you.

Winters come and they go,
and we watch the melting snow.
Sure as summer follows spring
All the things you do
Give me a reaon to build my world around you.

Some men follow rainbows I am told.
Some men search for silver, some for gold.
I have found my treasure in your soul honey
all I ever need is you.

without love i'd never find a way,
through ups and downs of every single day.
i won't sleep at night until you say my honey,
all i ever need is you.

Well, listeners, some people tell and others won't tell anything.

In My Heart

You are the beauty in my life
You are the colors of my dreams
And it seems the dreams,
Are what we are...

Though distance may come between us
Though storms may try to tear us
Apart

You are always... in my heart

I'm drownding in this sea of emotions
One single touch can free me

One unspoken word can kill me...

One tender kiss and you'll always be

In my heart...

You are the fragrance of spring
You are found in everything
I do for you

Though distance may come between us
Though storms may try to tear us
Apart

You are always... in my heart

You are the beauty in my life
You are the colors of my dreams
And it seems the dreams,
Are what we are...

Eric (RexRed) Pedersen
1/26/06

here is a song by a canadian legend (yes, we have at least one !) : STOMPIN TOM

this song is : BUD THE SPUD

it's about a truck driver taking a load of "spuds" from prince-edward-island to the mainland. i really enjoy his style and lyrics.
pretty well all his songs deal with the life of the regular guy trying to survive.
if you enjoy this , i'll be happy to post his story.

here comes : BUD THE SPUD (try to get in the mood for it !)

It's bud the spud from the bright red mud
Goin down the Hiway smiling-
The Spuds are big on the back of Bud's rig
And they're from Prince Edward Island they're from PEI
Now from Charlottetown or from Summerside
They load him down for the big long ride
He jumps in the cab and he's off with the pride Sobagos
He's gotta catch the boat to make Tormentine & he heads up that old New B. line
Through Montreal he comes just a flyin with another big load a badadoes.
Now the OPP don't think mucha Bud...
Yeah the cops a been lookin for the son of a gun
That's been rippin the tar off the 401-
They know the name on the truck shines up in the sun-"Green Gables."
But he hits Toronto and it's 7 O'Clock when he backs er up agin the terminal dock.
And the boys gather round just to hear him talk
About another big load a badadoes!
Chorus:
Now I know a lot of people from east to west
that like the spuds from the island best.
Cause they'll stand up to the hardest test-right on the table.
So when ya see that big truck rollin by-wave yer hand or kinda wink yer eye,
Cause that's Bud the Spud from old PEI, with another big load a badadoes!
Chorus:
slow-because he's got another big load,
of the best dog gone badadoes that's ever been growed
And they're from PEI They're from PEI...

Back in the Saddle Again
Gene Autry

I'm back in the saddle again
Out where a friend is a friend
Where the longhorn cattle feed
On the lowly gypsum weed
Back in the saddle again

Ridin' the range once more
Totin' my old .44
Where you sleep out every night
And the only law is right
Back in the saddle again

Whoopi-ty-aye-oh
Rockin' to and fro
Back in the saddle again
Whoopi-ty-aye-yay
I go my way
Back in the saddle again

I'm back in the saddle again
Out where a friend is a friend
Where the longhorn cattle feed
On the lowly gypsum weed
Back in the saddle again

Ridin' the range once more
Totin' my old .44
Where you sleep out every night
And the only law is right
Back in the saddle again

Whoopi-ty-aye-oh
Rockin' to and fro
Back in the saddle again
Whoopi-ty-aye-yay
I go my way
Back in the saddle again

well you can't be back in the saddle with out a horse, and here's what tom waits and lyle lovett had to say about horses, ponys to be exact

Pony
Tom Waits

I've seen it all boys
I've been all over
Been everywhere in the
Whole wide world
I rode the high line
With old blind Darby
I danced real slow
With Ida Jane

I was full of wonder
When I left Murfreesboro
Now I am full of hollow
On Maxwell street...
And I hope my Pony
I hope my Pony
I hope my Pony
Knows the way back home

I walked from Natcher
To Hushpukena
I built a fire by the side
Of the road
I worked for nothin in a
Belzoni saw mill. I caught a
Blind out on the B and O
Talullah's friendly Belzoni ain't so
A 44'll get you 99

And I hope my Pony
I hope my Pony
I hope my Pony
Knows the way back home

I run my race with burnt face Jake
Gave him a Manzanita cross
I lived on nothin
But dreams and train smoke
Somehow my watch and chain
Got lost.
I wish I was home in Evelyn's Kitchen
With old Gyp curled around my feet

And I hope my Pony
I hope my Pony
I hope my Pony
Knows the way back home


If I Had a Boat
Lyle Lovett

If I had a boat
I'd go out on the ocean
And if I had a pony
I'd ride him on my boat
And we could all together
Go out on the ocean
Me upon my pony on my boat

If I were Roy Rogers
I'd sure enough be single
I couldn't bring myself to marrying old Dale
It'd just be me and trigger
We'd go riding through them movies
Then we'd buy a boat and on the sea we'd sail

And if I had a boat
I'd go out on the ocean
And if I had a pony
I'd ride him on my boat
And we could all together
Go out on the ocean
Me upon my pony on my boat

The mystery masked man was smart
He got himself a Tonto
'Cause Tonto did the dirty work for free
But Tonto he was smarter
And one day said kemo sabe
Kiss my ass I bought a boat
I'm going out to sea

And if I had a boat
I'd go out on the ocean
And if I had a pony
I'd ride him on my boat
And we could all together
Go out on the ocean
Me upon my pony on my boat

And if I were like lightning
I wouldn't need no sneakers
I'd come and go wherever I would please
And I'd scare 'em by the shade tree
And I'd scare 'em by the light pole
But I would not scare my pony on my boat out on the sea

And if I had a boat
I'd go out on the ocean
And if I had a pony
I'd ride him on my boat
And we could all together
Go out on the ocean
Me upon my pony on my boat

to satisfy your overwhelming requests, here is another stompin tom song (he is called "stompin tom" because his boots stomp a special board while he is singing)

SUDBURY SATURDAY NIGHT

Well the girls are out to bingo And the boys are gettin stinko
We think no more of Inco on a Sud. Sat. Nite-
The glasses they will tinkle while our eyes begin to twinkle
And we think no more of Inco on a Sud. Sat. Nite.
With Irish Jim O'Connell there & Scotty Jack McDonald
There's hunky Frederic Herzal gettin tight but dats alright
There's happy German trixie there with Frenchie gettin tipsy-
And even Joe the gypsy knows its Saturday tonite-
Ya well Marianne and Mabel come to join us at the table,
And tell us how the bingo went tonite-We'll lookout right-
That if they won the money we'll be laughin up the honey boys
Cause everthing is funny for its Saturday tonite..
Solo-
We'll drink the loot we borrowed and recuperate tomorrow-
Cause everything is wonderful tonite-we had a good fight-
We ate the deli pickle and we forgot about the nickel
And everybody's tickled for its Saturday tonite...
The songs that we'll be singin They might be wrong but they'll be ringin
And now the lights of town are shinin bright-and we're all
right-We'll get to work on Monday-but tomorrow's only Sun.
And we're out to have a fun day for its Saturday tonite-

love stompin tom, some info

Travellin' on with Stompin' Tom
Cleo Paskal

I have often (OK, twice) been asked who my favourite travel writers are. I know I am supposed to answer with a soliloquy on the comparative merits of Bruce Chatwin and Bill Bryson, perhaps throwing in something about how the genre has not been the same since Homer. (The Homer, not the yellow fellow on television). But I can't.

I thing the greatest living travel writer is Stompin' Tom Connors. How can anyone compete with" The girls are out to Bingo and the boys are getting' Stinko / And we think no more of Inco on a Sudbury Saturday Night. These lyrics sum up a weekend in a hardworking town better than P.J. O'Rourke ever could. It is fun, spare, pointed, loving - and it rhymes. If you have heard the song even once, you can already sing along.

Stompin' Tom is my hero. I am not alone. He is a best-selling author, Governor General's Lifetime Achievement award winner, and Officer of the Order Of Canda, and Honourary Goodwill Ambasador for Prince Edward Island, a multiple Juno winner, a recipient of two honourary doctorates (prompting him to name one album Dr. Stompin' Tom, Eh?), he had his own TV show and put out dozens of albums. His songs are funny without being cruel, proud but not prejudiced, honest but gentle. They are what Canada wishes it could be. Above all, they are great travel writing from a great traveler.

Stompin' Tom, was born in Saint John, N.B., to a mother who could not afford to keep him. He was eventually adopted by the Aylward family of Skinner's Pond, P.E.I. After a few attempts, he finally succeeded in running away when he was 15. He worked his way across Canada, picking tobacco in Ontario ("Tillsonburg, Tillsonburg / My back still aches when I hear that word") and working the coal boats of Nova Scotia ("My father was a Blue Nose, and his dad through and through / My mother, she's a Blue Nose, and her mother's mother too").

Finally, in what was possibly the most Canadian moment ever, the bartender of the Maple Leaf Hotel in Timmins, Ont., offered Stompin' Tom a beer to play a few songs. Those songs turned into a year long engagement. To add even more Canuckness, he was eventually signed to Dominion Records. There followed years of cross-Canada touring, and countless songs written to "celebrate and bring attention to the folklore, legends, events, people and places that make up Canada." Think Robert Service with a railpass and a guitar.

If you can name a corner of Canada, chances are Stompin' Tom has written a song about it. Rumour has it, the first ditty he composed (at the age of 11) was Reversing Falls Darling. From that followed She Called from Montreal; Red River Jane; Alberta Rose; Long Gone to the Yukon; Okanagan Okee; My Home in Newfoundland; The Peterborough Postman; Roll on, Saskatchewan; A Real Canadian Girl and several hundred more.

But it is not just geography that makes Stompin' Tom Connors Canadian. He writes about local events with the passion of a latter day Williams McGongall. He covers industrial accidents, murders, strikes, the Confederation Bridge and even frozen babies. Once heard, who can forget his ode to Canada's Miracle Child, inspired by Erika Nordby, the Edmonton infant who crawled out into the snow and almost died. "From her head to the tips of her toes / There was no way to give intravenous / All the veins of her body were froze / But after some gradual heating / And much to their learned surprise / Her faint little heart started beating / While doctors had tears in their eyes."

Stompin' Tom even writes about international events, albeirt from a very Canadian point of view. "Yes, we are the Bleu Berets / We're marking on our way / With another U.N. Flag to be unfurled / Til the factions are at bay and peace is on its way / We'll display our blue berets around the world."

Stompin' Tom knows and loves Canada and Canadians. There is only one sort of Canuck he cannot stand. "Goodbye Jim and Jacqui / goodbye John and May / We hate to see you leaving / Bound for the U.S.A. / I know the times are changing / Factories closing down / But if you stay and help us / We can turn these things around / And if you don't believe you country should come before yourself / You can better server your country by living somewhere else."

The thing about Stompin' Tom is, he walks the walk. Disgusted at the Americanization of the Canadian music industry and Canadian artists, he retuned his six Juno and retired from touring for several years in 1970s. Lucky for us, he eventually went back on the road.

So, if you are broke and cannot afford to travel, if you are stuck in a tiny cubicle even though you live in one of the largest countries in the world, I suggest you get a hold of a Stompin' Tom tape. It may bring back the smell of a campfire and a roar of a hockey game. It might remind you of that boy from Newfoundland or taste of a cold beer after a long day. It might help you travel, back home to Canada.

Well, my word, folks. Just a quick trip to the winery and upon my return, I find a lovely cache of music of the night. <smile>

Rex, Welcome back. There's nothing like an original, and yours is lovely, Maine. Thank you.

It seems that tonight, the Canucks are holding forth.

dj, with his rodeos, and hamburger with his legends.

Hey, Guess Who is Canadian. Speaking of which, Where's the collage man?

Back in a bit to read and listen, everyone. I will never change as I think each contributor needs to be acknowledged.

I'm the Man
Joe Jackson

Pretty soon now
Y'know I'm gonna make a comeback
And like the birds and the bees in the trees
It's a sure-fire smash
I'll speak
To the masses throughout the media
And if you got anything to say to me
You can say it with cash
'Cause I got the trash and you got the cash
So baby we should get along fine
So give me all your money 'cause I know you think I'm funny
Can't you hear me laughing
Can't you see me smile

I'm the man
I'm the man that gave you the hula-hoop
I'm the man
I'm the man that gave you the yo-yo

Kung fu
That was one of my good ones
Well what's a few broken bones
When we all know it's good clean fun
Skateboards
I've almost made them respectable
You see I can't always get through to you
So I go for your son
I had a giant rubber shark and it really made a mark
Didja looka looka lookit alla blood
Give me all your money 'cause I know you think I'm funny
Can't you hear me laughing
Can't you see me smile

I'm the man
I'm the man that gave you the hula-hoop
I'm the man
I'm the man that gave you the yo-yo

Right now
I think I'm gonna plan a new trend
Because the line on the graph's getting low
And we can't have that
And you think you're immune
But I can sell you anything
Anything from a thin safety pin
To a pork pie hat
'Cause I got the trash and you got the cash
So baby we should get along fine
So give me all your money 'cause I know you think I'm funny
Can't you hear me laughing
Can't you see me smile

I'm the man
I'm the man that gave you the hula-hoop
I'm the man
I'm the man that gave you the yo-yo


Be My Number Two
Joe Jackson

Won't you be my number two
Me and number one are through
There won't be too much to do
Just smile when I feel blue

And there's not much left of me
What you get is what you see
Is it worth the energy
I leave it up to you

And if you got something to say to me
Don't try to play your funny games on me
I know that it's really not fair of me
But my heart's seen too much action

And every time I look at you
You'll be who I want you to
And I'll do what I can do
To make a dream or two come true
If you'll be my
If you be my number two


A Slow Song
Joe Jackson

Music has charms they say
But in some people's hands
It becomes a savage beast
Can't they control it
Why don't they hold it back

You see my friend and me
Don't have an easy day
And at night we dance not fight
And we need the energy
If not the sympathy

But I'm brutalized by bass
And terrorized by treble
I'm open to change my mood but
I always get caught in the middle

And I get tired of DJ's
Why's it always what he plays
I'm gonna push right through
I'm gonna tell him too
Tell him to
Play us
Play us a slow song

It's late - I'm winding down
Am I the only one
To want a strong and silent sound
To pick me up and undress me
Lay me down and caress me

I feel you touch my hand
And whisper in my ear
Ask me how I'm feeling now
And I want to get near you
But I can't even hear you

But this is a fine romance
If we have to be so demanding
We need just one more dance to
Leave here with an understanding

And I get tired of DJ's
Why's it always what he plays
I'm gonna push right through
I'm gonna tell him too
Tell him to
Play us
Play us a slow song

And a slow song it is, dj.

For those of you who don't recall Yit's first "Telling" song, it was done from major to minor.

This one is all minor:

I'm a fool to want you, I'm a fool to want you
To want a love that can't be true, a love that's there for others too
I'm a fool to hold you, such a fool to hold you
To seek a kiss not mine alone, to share a kiss the devil has known

Time and time again I said I'd leave you
Time and time again I went away
And then would come a time when I would need you
And once again these words I'd have to say

Take me back, I love you, pity me, I need you
I know it's wrong, it must be wrong
But right or wrong I can't get along without you
hmmmm, I'm a fool to want you
You hurt me time and time again
But I still love you babe
I'm a fool, I'm your fool

That version by Carly Simon

how strange the change
from major to minor

Ev'ry Time We Say Goodbye
Annie Lennox

Ev'ry time we say goodbye I die a little
Ev'ry time we say goodbye I wonder why a little
Why the gods above me who must be in the know
think so little of me they allow you to go.

When you're near there's such an air of spring about it
I can hear a lark somewhere begin to sing about it
there's no love finer, but how strange the change from
major to minor...

- Ev'ry time we say goodbye.


i can usually take or leave videos, but the video for this song is so haunting and beautiful, i'd love to see it again

annie stands in front of one of those old pull down movie screens for showing 35 mm home movies, she's wearing a simple white blouse, the movie being projected on to her and the screen is a shot of new york harbour, shot from a ship as it leaves dock, the film has that wonderful colour that only older films can mange, the skyline slips away as she sings

Just a smile, dj. Yes, Canada. Haunting, no matter who sings it.

and from out of the past, listeners..................

For Mr. and Mrs. Walter from Linda:

Artist/Band: Ronstadt Linda

Lyrics for Song: I Don't Stand a Ghost of a Chance with You

Lyrics for Album: What's New

I need your love so badly
I love you oh so madly
But I don't stand a ghost of a chance with you

I thought at last I'd found you
But other loves surround you
And I don't stand a ghost of a chance with you

If you'd surrender for a tender kiss or two
You might discover that I'm the lover meant for you
And I'll be true

But what's the good of scheming
I know I must be dreaming
'Cause I don't stand a ghost of a chance with you

So what's the good of scheming
I know I must be dreaming
'Cause I don't stand a ghost of a chance with you.

And, that is Letty's goodnight song.


From Letty with love

So Annie Lennox is a Scot

What's wrong with Ella Fitzgerald?

Good morning, WA2K radio fans and listeners. So, McTag, what is wrong with Ella? <smile>

Ah, it is still dark here and all that major and minor stuff last evening sorta got me down. How about a little Doobie Bros, folks?

Doobie Brothers
» South City Midnight Lady

Up all night I could not sleep
The whiskey that I drank was cheap
With shakin' hands I went and I lit up my last cigarette
Well the sun came, night had fled
And sleepy eyed I reached my bed
I saw you sleepy dreamin' there all covered and warm
South City midnight lady
I'm much obliged indeed
You sure have saved this man whose soul was in need
I thought there was no reason
For all these things I do
But the smile that sent out returned with you
When day has left the night behind
And shadows roll across my mind
I sometimes find myself alone out walkin' the street
Yes, and when I'm feelin' down and blue
Then all I do is think of you
And all my foolish problems seem to fade away
South City midnight lady
I'm much obliged indeed
You sure have saved this man whose soul was in need
I thought there was no reason
For all these things I do
But the smile that sent out returned with you

Actually, it warnt wusky at all. It was that red wine.

Sorry I don't recognise music composed after 1975

Cigareets and whusky
And wild, wild wimmen
They'll drive you crazy, they'll drive you insane...

A fire on one end and a fool on the t'other....

(Sorry Walt, nothing personal, that's what the song says....)

Well, Brit, see if you recognize this one:

Thirty days has September,
April, June and November,
All the rest have thirty one,
Excepting quite contrary,
February that has twenty eight,
Most of the time.
Except in leap year,
Twenty nine.

What a wonderful mnemonic device, folks.

Anyone notice that Google is wearing a periwig?