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After those poetic lyrics, some easy listening now, by the Yardbirds:



Hang on sloopy, sloopy hang on
Hang on sloopy, sloopy hang on

Sloopy lives in a very bad part of town
and everybody else, tries to put my sloopy down
Sloopy I don't care, what your daddy do
Cuz you know sloopy, girl, I'm inlove with you

and so I say now

Hang on sloopy, sloopy hang on
Hang on sloopy, sloopy hang on

Sloopy let your hair down, ooo
Let it hang down on me
Sloopy let your hair down, girl
Let it hang down on me, yeah

come on sloopy (come on, come on)
oh come on sloopy (come on, come on)
oh come on sloopy (come on, come on)
oh come on sloopy (come on, come on)

well it feels so good (come on, come on)
you know it feels so good (come on, come on)
well shake it, shake it, shake it sloopy (come on, come on)
shake it, shake it, shake it yeah (come on, come on)

hang on sloopy, sloopy hang on
(yeah) (yeah) (yeah) (yeah)
hang on sloopy, sloopy hang on
(yeah) (yeah) (yeah) (yeah)
hang on sloopy, sloopy hang on

Well, there's our Walter with Sloopy. Know that one, Germany. Thanks, buddy.

Folks, what do you want to bet that the other Francis won the Where Am I Game. If I'm wrong, I'll never play a one arm bandit again.

Kenny Rogers:

On a warm summer's evenin' on a train bound for nowhere,
I met up with the gambler; we were both too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a starin' out the window at the darkness
'til boredom overtook us, and he began to speak.

He said, son, I've made a life out of readin' people's faces,
And knowin' what their cards were by the way they held their eyes.
So if you don't mind my sayin', I can see you're out of aces.
For a taste of your whiskey I'll give you some advice.

So I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow.
Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression.
Said, if you're gonna play the game, boy, ya gotta learn to play it right.

You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin' when the dealin's done.

Now ev'ry gambler knows that the secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away and knowing what to keep.
'cause ev'ry hand's a winner and ev'ry hand's a loser,
And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep.

So when he'd finished speakin', he turned back towards the window,
Crushed out his cigarette and faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness the gambler, he broke even.
But in his final words I found an ace that I could keep.

You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin' when the dealin's done.

Thanks for the bio on Garth Brooks. He's a hometown boy here. We see him regularly around town. His ex-wife was my hubby's boss's sister. Hubby's boss turned down his brother-in-law's offer to run all the T-shirt concessions at his concerts through the '90s. What a dumb move! He could've been a millionaire. (And even better, outta our hair!!!)

Garth has a solid reputation here for being a nice guy and provides major support to many charitable organizations. A lot of us wonder how long he'll really stay "retired."

Well, there's our Eva.

Hey, gal. Thanks for that additional info on Garth Brooks.

It seems, listeners, that we have a Zombie lover and a Brooks lover here, so we will see what we can do about more music.

Here's a song I wrote for Eva, all those years ago......

THE RAILWAY HOTEL

We went to the room and we bolted the door
The bass from the juke box came up through the floor
And out through the walls we could still hear the roar
Of the trains

Was this all the comfort we got for our sins
No candles, no waiters, no soft violins
A dirty electric convector plugged in
To the mains

I wanted much more for the first night with you
But the railway hotel was the best I could do
I knew the Savoy would have suited you well
But the best I could do was the railway hotel

Away in the sky was the lights of a jet
They burned in the night like a slow cigarette
The lamp in the street threw a soft silhouette
On the wall

Although it was crumbling and run down and dead
The chair, a sink and an old single bed
The love that began and the things that we said
I recall

I wanted much more for the first night with you
But the railway hotel was the best I could do
I knew the Savoy would have suited you well
But the best I could do was the railway hotel

I wanted much more for the first night with you
But the railway hotel was the best I could do
I knew the Savoy would have suited you well
But the best I could do was the railway hotel.


Oh the memories.........

Ellpus, you are soooooooo subtle. Love it:

Now for a news update:

WEST PALM BEACH -- As if hurricanes, roaches, sea lice and insurance bills weren't bad enough, Floridians can add a new menace to their list of worries. Killer bees are here.

And they're going to change your life. After decades of hype and cheesy disaster movies, Africanized honeybees have established a foothold in Florida, bringing a hair-trigger temper that makes them a threat to farmworkers, landscapers, meter readers, firefighters and basically everyone who ventures outdoors.

In St. Lucie County, thousands of bees nesting below ground near water meters swarmed onto unlucky utility workers late last year, though not fatally. Separate attacks killed two dogs near Miami and Sarasota, along with a horse near LaBelle west of Lake Okeechobee.

Africanized bee colonies have turned up in ports throughout the state, including Fort Pierce and the Port of Palm Beach, and have been suspected at tourist attractions such as Busch Gardens and Downtown Disney. Nobody knows how to stop them.

So Floridians will just have to adapt just as they've learned to nail plywood before hurricanes and scan lawns for fire ant mounds. That means residents should "bee-proof" their homes, sealing any openings that could allow the insects to turn attics and walls into killer-bee condos, experts say.

People also should look out before starting lawn mowers, whose noise can provoke the bees, or opening potential nesting sites such as sheds and barbecue grills.

Oh, Ellpus. You said you'd never tell anyone. <SOB>

Dont worry, I heard nothing...

Ah, but now he's over at the A2K Valentine's Day Ball thread, singing it at the top of his lungs. Using it to flirt with other ladies, even.

I feel so......so......cheap. <SOB>

Hi, I was wondering if anyone can put any song they want on here or should we start a request line...lol.
I would like to add if its ok. lemme know.

There, there, Eva...

Here's a song I wrote for Dag, all those years ago......


THE RED LION HOTEL

We went to the room and we bolted the door
The bass from the juke box came up through the floor
And out through the walls we could still hear the roar
Of the trains

Was this all the comfort we got for our sins
No candles, no waiters, no soft violins.......WAIT A MO!

Where am I, for chrissakes?.....GOOD GAWD!

I meant to post this in the Transylvanian section.....

I wonder if this will cause a problem....

<taking box of Kleenex and running for bridge>

Thank you for the lovely song/poem, Miss Letty.
One of these days you'll manage to change the avatar,
no rush.

Eva, don't cry, sweetie! Ellpus has promised eternal love to at least 10 of us. He's proposed marriage to five (twice to dagmar
alone) and he had the unmitigated gall to aks for a dowry
from me.

So Eva, you see, you're far better off without Spanky.

<sniff>

Thank you, CJ.

<sniff, sniff>

It happened when we were only 17. We were just kids, really, but I....I thought he really loved me.

Well, my goodness. Francis is the chaperone and Eva and his lordship are revealing all. What are we to do with these people here on our radio, listeners?

C.J. you are most welcome, honey. I'll get it right one of these days.

Welcome, shari, to WA2K radio. Please play a song for Eva, C.J. and London. <smile>

SEND HER MY LOVE - Journey
It's been so long
Since I've seen her face
You say she's doing fine
I still recall
A sad cafe
How it hurt so bad
To see her cry
I didn't want to say good-bye

(Chorus)
Send her my love
Memories remain
Send her my love
Roses never fade
Send her my love

The same hotel
The same old room
I'm on the road again
She needed so much more
Than I could give
We knew our love
Could not pretend
Broken hearts can always mend

(Chorus)

Callin' out your name
I'm dreamin'
Reflections of a face
I'm seein'
It's her voice
That keeps on haunting me

Send her, send her my love
Roses never fade
Memories remain
Send her, send her my love

Makes me nostalgic.......

continuing a developing theme,

I'd like to get away, Junior
Somewhere alone with you
It could be oh, so gay, Junior
You need a laugh
or two

A certain place I know, Frankie
Where funny people can have fun
That's where the two will go,
Darling
Before you can count up
One, two, three. For...

There's a small hotel
With a wishing well
I
wish that we were there together
There's a bridal suite
One room bright and neat
Complete for us to
share together

Looking through the window
You can see a distant steeple
Not a sign of people -- who
wants people?
When the steeple bell says,
"Good night, sleep well,"
We'll thank the small hotel
together

We'll creep into our little shell
And we will thank the small hotel together

Ah, shari, that was a lovely song. I can identify with it as well.

My goodness, there's our Mr. Turtle with a small hotel for Ellpus and whomever. Love it.

Hey, listeners. How about a song for shari. This can be from an admirer somwhere out there. <smile>


Artist: Bryan White
Song: Shari ann
Album: How Lucky I Am


You got the power, you got the mind
You got the skills, Baby, I ain`t lyin`
They way you walk, the way you flirt
Your baby talk could get a grown man hurt
I might be wastin` my time
But I know I`m losing my mind

Shari Ann
You don`t have to try to make me blue
"Cause you know you can, it comes so natural to you
Shari Ann you don`t have to play so hard to get
I`m just a man, but honey I`m the match you never met

Do you understand what I`m goin` through
I`m in love with you
I`ll be your rock, I`ll be your rock `n` roll
I`ll be the serenade for your soul
You`re non-stop strong, comin` on
You can carry me
Shari Ann