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BJ and the bear.

Hey there where ya goin',
Not exactly knowin'
Who says you have to call just one place home.
He's goin' everywhere,
B.J. McKay and his best friend Bear.

He just keeps on movin',
Ladies keep improvin'
Every day is better than the last.
New dreams and better scenes,
And best of all I don't pay property tax.

Rollin' down to Dallas,
Who's providin' my palace,
Off to New Orleans or who knows where.
Places new and ladies, too,
I'm B.J. McKay and this is my best friend Bear.

Following Edgar's movin' theme:


By Walkin' Jim Stoltz on Wild Wind Records
All songs ©1999 by Walkin' Jim Stoltz, Walkin' Jim Music, BMI



Sun's coming over the mountain, but the moon's still hangin' in the sky,
The dawn is breakin' and the world is awaitin', and my spirits are singing high.
Because I'm a-walkin' cross the desert with my backpack on my back,
I'm a free man and I like it that way, You know I must be on the right track.


'Cause I'm a-makin' my own way, across Nevada's mighty land,
I'm soaking up the grandeur while I'm spittin' out the sand
Those wide open spaces and the lonely places, try to call me home,
But home is everywhere that I've ever been, It's a feelin' all its own.

Okay:

The sons of the Prophet are many and bold
and quite unaccustomed to fear,
But the bravest by far in the ranks of the Shah,
Was Abdul Abulbul Amir.

If you wanted a man to encourage the van,
Or harass the foe from the rear,
Storm fort or redoubt, you had only to shout
for Abdul Abulbul Amir.

Now the heroes were plenty and well known to fame
in the troops that were led by the Czar,
And the bravest of these was a man by the name
of Ivan Skavinsky Skavar.

One day this bold Russian, he shouldered his gun
and donned his most truculent sneer,
Downtown he did go where he tred on the toe
of Abdul Abulbul Amir.

"Young man," quoth Abdul, "has life grown so dull
That you wish to end your career?
Vile infidel know, you have trod on the toe
Of Abdul Abulbul Amir.

So take your last look upon sunshine and brook
And send your regrets to the Czar
For by this I imply, you are going to die,
Count Ivan Skavinsky Skavar."

Then this bold Mameluke drew his trusty chibouk,
Singing, "Allah! Il Allah! Al-lah!"
And with murderous intent he ferociously went
for Ivan Skavinsky Skavar.

They parried and thrust, they side-stepped and cussed,
Of blood they spilled a great part,
The philologist blokes, who seldom crack jokes,
Say that hash was first made on the spot.

They fought all that night neath the pale yellow moon;
The din, it was heard from afar,
And huge multitudes came, so great was the fame,
of Abdul and Ivan Skavar.

As Abdul's long knife was extracting the life,
In fact he was shouting, "Huzzah!"
He felt himself struck by that wily Kalmuck,
Count Ivan Skavinsky Skavar.

The Sultan drove by in his red-breasted fly,
Expecting the victor to cheer,
But he only drew nigh to hear the last sigh,
Of Abdul Abulbul Amir.

Czar Petrovich, too, in his spectacles blue
Rode up in his new crested car.
He arrived just in time to exchange a last line
With Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.

There's a tomb rises up where the Blue Danube rolls,
And graved there in characters clear,
Is, "Stranger, when passing, oh pray for the soul
Of Abdul Abulbul Amir."

A splash in the Black Sea one dark moonless night
Caused ripples to spread wide and far,
It was made by a sack fitting close to the back,
of Ivan Skavinsky Skavar.

A Muscovite maiden her lone vigil keeps,
'Neath the light of the cold northern star,
And the name that she murmurs in vain as she weeps,
is Ivan Skavinsky Skavar.

Good morning, WA2K folks.

Thanks to Diane and edgar for the movin' songs, and to McTag for the Russian fight melody. Interesting people these Brits. <smile>

As for me, I'm thinkin' Rae Charles and rain, 'cause my world is awash:

Hoverin' by my suitcase, tryin' to find a warm place to spend the night
Heavy rain fallin', seems I hear your voice callin' "It's all right."
A rainy night in Georgia, a rainy night in Georgia
It seems like it's rainin' all over the world
I feel like it's rainin' all over the world

Neon signs a-flashin', taxi cabs and buses passin' through the night
A distant moanin' of a train seems to play a sad refrain to the night
A rainy night in Georgia, such a rainy night in Georgia
Lord, I believe it's rainin' all over the world
I feel like it's rainin' all over the world

How many times I wondered
It still comes out the same
No matter how you look at it or think of it
It's life and you just got to play the game

<instrumental interlude>

I find me a place in a box car, so I take my guitar to pass some time
Late at night when it's hard to rest I hold your picture to my chest and I feel fine
(minor scat) But it's a rainy night in Georgia, baby, it's a rainy night in Georgia I
feel it's rainin' all over the world, kinda lonely now And it's rainin' all over the
world

Oh, have you ever been lonely, people?
And you feel that it was rainin' all over this man's world
You're talking 'bout rainin', rainin', rainin', rainin', rainin', rainin', rainin',
rainin', rainin' rainin', rainin', rainin' <etc. to end>

Ida Lupino
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Ida Lupino (February 4, 1914 - August 3, 1995) was a film actress, director, and a pioneer in the field of women filmmakers.

She was born in London, England, (allegedly under a table during a World War I zeppelin raid), the daughter of actress Connie O'Shea (aka Connie Emerald) and music hall entertainer, Stanley Lupino, whose distant Italian ancestry can be traced to 17th century Italian immigrants to England. Encouraged to enter show business by both her parents and an uncle, Lupino Lane, Ida Lupino made her first film appearance in 1933, in Her First Affaire and worked for several years playing unsubstantial roles. It was after her appearance in The Light That Failed in 1939 that she was taken seriously as a dramatic actress. Her family were friends of Thelma Todd who died mysteriously at the age of 30 in 1935.

Her parts improved during the 1940s and she began to describe herself as "the poor man's Bette Davis". While working for Warner Brothers, she would also refuse parts that Davis had rejected, and earned herself suspensions. During this period she became known for her hard boiled roles and appeared in such films as They Drive by Night (1940) and High Sierra (1941). She acted regularly and was in demand throughout the 40s without becoming a major star. In 1947, Lupino left Warner Brothers to become a freelance actress. Notable films around that time include Road House and On Dangerous Ground.

It was during a suspension in the late 1940s that she began studying the processes behind the camera. Her first directing job came when Elmer Clifton became ill during Not Wanted, a 1949 movie which she co-wrote. Lupino often joked that if she had been the "poor man's Bette Davis" as an actress, then she had become the "poor man's Don Siegel" as a director. From the early '50s she began directing films, mostly melodramas and was one of the few women of her era to achieve success in this field. She directed Outrage in 1950, and tackled the extremely controversial subject (at that time) of rape. In addition to acting in many films noir, she also directed The Hitch-Hiker (1953). The film was the first film noir directed by a woman.

She continued acting throughout the 1950s, 1960s and 1970s, and her directing efforts during these years were almost exclusively television productions such as Alfred Hitchcock Presents, The Twilight Zone, The Donna Reed Show, Gilligan's Island, 77 Sunset Strip, The Ghost and Mrs. Muir, The Rifleman, The Untouchables, The Fugitive, and Bewitched.

After guest starring in TV shows such as Batman, Family Affair, The Mod Squad, Bonanza, Columbo, Burke's Law, Charlie's Angels, Police Woman, The Streets of San Francisco, and Barnaby Jones, she made her final film appearance in 1978, and retired.

Ida Lupino was married and divorced three times:

* Louis Hayward, actor
* Collier Young, producer
* Howard Duff, actor, one daughter, actress Bridget Duff (b. April 23, 1942)

The second woman to be admitted to the Director's Guild (following Dorothy Arzner), Ida Lupino has two stars on the Hollywood Walk of Fame for her contributions to the fields of television and motion pictures. They are located at 1724 Vine Street and 6821 Hollywood Boulevard.

Ida Lupino died from a stroke while undergoing treatment for colon cancer in Los Angeles, California. She is interred in the Forest Lawn Memorial Park Cemetery in Glendale, California.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ida_Lupino

Clint Black
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia


Clint Patrick Black (born February 4, 1962 in Long Branch, New Jersey, USA) is a country music singer, songwriter and producer.

Growing up in Katy, Texas as the youngest of four brothers, Black took a passionate interest in music at age 13 teaching himself to play the harmonica and then guitar and bass. He dropped out of high school to play in his brother's band and played the local club circuit around Houston, Texas as he also ventured into songwriting. Soon, he and Hayden Nicholas began playing and writing songs together, soon signing with Bill Hamm (manager of ZZ Top, among others) at RCA Records. To date Black has charted a total of no less than 28 top 5 hit singles and sold several million albums worldwide.

Black's first single, "A Better Man", was a #1 hit, as was his debut album Killin' Time. Clint Black swept the Country Music Association's awards in 1989, winning in six different categories. Killin' Time spawned three hits besides "A Better Man": "Killin' Time", "Nobody's Home" and "Walkin' Away".

Black's second album, Put Yourself in My Shoes, did not meet with as much critical aclaim as his debut album, but nonetheless still included several hit singles, most notably "Loving Blind" and "Where Are You Now". He began touring with Alabama and soon married actress Lisa Hartman. A royalty-lawsuit with Bill Ham was ongoing while Black recorded his third album, The Hard Way, which received mixed reviews but became almost as successful as the previous two. "We Tell Ourselves", the first single, was a #1 hit. His next albums, No Time to Kill, One Emotion and Nothin' But the Tailights were popular within the country music scene, but he has not been able to regain his stature in the mainstream market. He was one of the best-selling country singers of the 1990s.

Black left RCA. He and his wife have a daughter, Lily Pearl, and live in Nashville, Tennessee. He helped form the record label Equity Music Group, of which he is part owner and flagship artist. Equity produced its first album, Spend My Time by Clint Black, in March, 2004.

For his contribution to the recording industry, Clint Black has a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame at 7080 Hollywood Blvd.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clint_Black

Her husband had passed on and the new widow was so distraught that
she sought out spiritualist who told her that her husband was just fine.
She added further that he was eagerly awaiting a reunion with her.
"Is there anything he needs?" the distraught woman asked, between tears.
The spiritualist went into a transient state, then replied, "He says
he'd love a package of cigarettes."
"I'll send a carton immediately." the woman said joyfully. "But did
he say where I should send them ?"
"No." replied the Seer somberly. "But he didn't ask for matches."

There's our hawkman, listeners. Thanks, Boston for your bio's, especially the one on Charles Lindberg. I recall reading The Onion Fields, a most disturbing look at American justice. I wonder if the "Little Lindbery Law" still exists.

It is my firm belief that Bruno Hauptman had absolutely nothing to do with the death of the Lindberg baby.

For the "Lone Eagle"


Fly Like an Eagle
Written by - Steve Miller
From - Fly Like an Eagle

Peaked at #2 - 3/77
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future
(Repeat 2 x's)

I want to fly like an eagle
To the sea
Fly like an eagle
Let my spirit carry me
I want to fly like an eagle
Till I'm free
Oh, Lord, through the revolution

Feed the babies
Who don't have enough to eat
Shoe the children
With no shoes on their feet
House the people
Livin' in the street
Oh, oh, there's a solution

I want to fly like an eagle
To the sea
Fly like an eagle
Let my spirit carry me
I want to fly like an eagle
Till I'm free
Fly through the revolution

Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future
(Repeat 4 x's)

I want to fly like an eagle
To the sea
Fly like an eagle
Let my spirit carry me
I want to fly like an eagle
Till I'm free
Fly through the revolution

Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future
(Repeat 2 x's)

Ah, Bob. I missed your little joke about the matches. Letty with a smile.

Poor Elijah - Tribute to Johnson, by Delaney & Bonny & friends with Eric Clapton [sic!]


Poor Elijah, living on the bayou way.
Poor Elijah, he had to take over raising fourteen kids
When his daddy got caught stealing chickens from a neighbor one day.
Work on Elijah, work on.

Poor Elijah, born the son of a slave.
Poor Elijah, he was damn near blind when he died last week
From working in the sun for the man like a dog all day.
Work on Elijah, work on.

Poor Elijah.
Poor Elijah.
Poor Elijah.
Poor Elijah.


(b) Tribute

I'm going to sing you a song, listen to me.
I said it's all about a man.
Nobody, I said nobody hardly knows him.
Say it with me: nobody hardly knows him.
Say it one more time: nobody hardly knows him.

Good morning Robert Johnson son.
You built your life before your song was sung.
People agree and now you're number one.
So sad to think we had to wait so long.

It keeps on getting better every day,
And maybe someday soon, people will say,
Ain't nobody here but good people.
Ain't nobody here but good people.
Ain't nobody here but good people.

No, nobody here.
No, nobody here.
No, nobody here.
No, nobody here.

Bridge
Bridge
Bridge
Bridge
Just drinking your wine and then loving in slow motion.

Wonderful tribute to Johnson, Walter, and the nobody song is quite a memory for Letty. I am trying to locate a song that has to do with Poor Old Elijah, folks, and it has something to do with an Indian, I think.

Anyway, here's a song for JL:

Artist: Dean Martin Lyrics
Song: You're Nobody Till Somebody Loves You Lyrics

You're nobody 'til somebody loves you
You're nobody 'til somebody cares.
You may be king, you may possess the world and it's gold,
But gold won't bring you happiness when you're growing old.
The world still is the same, you never change it,
As sure as the stars shine above;
You're nobody 'til somebody loves you,
So find yourself somebody to love.

The world still is the same, you never change it,
As sure as the stars shine above;
You're nobody 'til somebody loves you,
So find yourself somebody, find yourself somebody,
Find yourself somebody to love.

Charley Pride - Kaw-Liga Song Lyrics
Kaw-Liga

Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian standin' by the door
He fell in love with an Indian maiden over in the antique store
Kaw-Liga well he just stood there and never let it show
So she could never answer yes or no

Chorus:
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga well he never got a kiss
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga he don't know what he missed
Is it any wonder that his face is red Kaw-Liga that poor ol' wooden head

He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk
The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he'd talk
Kaw-Liga well he stood there as lonely as can be
Cause his heart was an ol' pine knotty tree

Repeat Chorus
And then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid
He took her oh so far away but ol' Kaw-Liga stayed
Well he stood there and never let it show so she could never answer yes or no

Repeat Chorus

Boston, That is it. I was spelling it wrong, and vaguely remember it. Afraid that I'm not like my sister with total recall for lyrics, just melodies. <smile>

Thanks, honey.

News from a former star in France:


Brigitte Bardot slams Romania for dog cull Sat Feb 4, 9:00 AM ET



BUCHAREST (Reuters) - Former French film star turned animal rights activist Brigitte Bardot slammed Romania on Saturday for culling stray dogs after a Japanese man was bitten to death in Bucharest.


The capital's mayor Adriean Videanu announced immediately after the incident last Sunday that the time stray dogs could be kept in shelters before being put down would be shortened.

"When I think that the only way that has been found is to kill them, I tell you it's not nice what your government is doing," Bardot told Radio France Internationale Romania.

The 68-year-old Japanese businessman bled to death in central Bucharest after a stray dog bit him in the leg, severing a vital artery.

Foreign tourists often cite the packs of dogs roaming freely on the streets of Bucharest among the reasons they shy away from the capital of Romania, which plans to join the European Union as early as in 2007.

Dozens of people are bitten daily. Bucharest residents are split, some advocating culling and others feeding the stray dogs on the streets and building makeshift shelters for them.

The 100,000 stray dogs in the capital are considered a legacy of former communist dictator Nicolae Ceausescu's decision to demolish many houses in the 1980s. Dogs were abandoned by people rehoused in small flats.

In 2001, Bardot pledged to donate $150,000 to fund mass sterilization designed to save stray dogs from death, but former Bucharest mayor Traian Basescu, now president, abandoned the program after a month and ordered culling to continue.

Good afternoon, all. Anybody up for a funny?


Karate Experts Hired to Control Parrots

WELLINGTON, New Zealand (AP) - Organizers of a vintage car rally have hired karate experts to protect vehicles from marauding native parrots, a media report said Friday.

Around 40 members of a local karate club have been enlisted to protect around 140 classic cars due to visit an alpine village near Mt. Cook on New Zealand's South Island on Sunday, the New Zealand Press Association reported.

The karate experts will protect the cars from Keas, sharp-beaked native parrots which have been known to damage vehicles in their search for shiny items, NZPA said.

Denis Callesen, manager of the nearby Hermitage Hotel, said bird lovers needn't be concerned that the karate experts would use martial arts moves on the parrots, which are a protected species. Their job would simply be to scare the birds away, he said.

Local wildlife ranger Ray Bellringer said the karate masters were unlikely to deter the Keas.

"They will fly around and laugh," he said.

The best method to prevent Keas from damaging vehicles was to squirt them with water pistols, he added.

Oh, my Gawd, Reyn. Just as the keas laugh, so did Letty. Fantastic item, B.C.

Hey, folks, our Raggedy hasn't been with us today. Well, we will see what transpires when I try this picture:



Meet me in St. Louis, Lindy.

Goodnight, my friends:

A rose poem for you all



by Ellie LeJeune

I am unfolding gently beneath
your loving touch
Becoming
I let wholeness breath my
petals free
Awareness
Sweet fragrant Spirit touching
senses into life
Wisdom
Giving beauty back to the universe
Knowing
Each petal, sweet miracle of life
Oneness
We are hues of color, yet one
in Spirits blossom

From Letty with love

I have successfully fought off marauding birds with my karate skills. They take one look at my steely hands and they fly the other way. Or maybe it's my face that scares them.

I'm flying right behind ya Letty!

Hey, hey, they're the Monkees, #1 in Feb. 67:

I thought love was only true in fairy tales
Meant for someone else but not for me.
Love was out to get me
That's the way it seemed.
Disappointment haunted all my dreams.

Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer
Not a trace of doubt in my mind.
I'm in love, I'm a believer!
I couldn't leave her if I tried.

I thought love was more or less a given thing,
Seems the more I gave the less I got.
What's the use in tryin'?
All you get is pain.
When I needed sunshine I got rain.

Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer
Not a trace of doubt in my mind.
I'm in love, I'm a believer!
I couldn't leave her if I tried.

Good morning, WA2K listeners and contributors.

It is a beautiful day in my neighborhood, and I hope it is the same for you.

Nick, I never see your name that I don't think of a lady that worked with my sister. She was Mrs. Malaprop incarnate. Instead of using the expression, "nip it in the bud", she would say, "nick it in the butt." I do believe, folks, that I like hers better. <smile>

Ah, Mr. Turtle; another delightful Beatle tune. Thanks, buddy. We love your chart starters. Which reminds me. Guess I had better get a heart starter.