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Well, there's our McTag with his small gems. Hey, Brit. I don't geddit. <smile>

Whoa, a great song, Texas. I can think of thousands of tree songs containing apples but not one in the key of J. and not one with such wistful lyrics.

That's the Burial Waltz, by Ed Sanders and the Fugs.

ah, thanks for the ID, buddy.

Well, folks. Miss Letty is going to be eating lobster tonight at a place on the beach. The rest of you peasants can eat cake. <smile>

I know; I know. Marie didn't really say that, but then Florida lobster ain't exactly the queen of the sea, either.

Back later, listeners.

This is cyber space, WA2K radio.

I'm not really that fond of lobster but King Crab and those stone craps you get at Joe's crab house in Miami Beach are yummy.

Stone CRAPS??? Thank's but I'll stick with seafood.

sharing an advertisement that our local teaching hospital placed in today's newspaper :

'irritable bowel syndrome research study'
eligible patients :
-male or female patients age 18-65
-have IBS with constipation for AT LEAST 3 MONTHS

suffering from it on occasion, i know IBS can make one quite miserable; still , i couldn't help laughing . hope i won't be punihed ! hbg

has everyone gone to bed ?

sing along with the newfies :
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I'se the B'y
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I's the b'y that builds the boat,
And I's the b'y that sails her,
I's the b'y that catches the fish,
And takes then home to 'lizer.
Chorus:
Swing your partner, Sally Tibbo,
Swing your partner, Sally Brown,
Fogo, Twillingate, Morton's Harbour,
All around the circle.

Sods and rinds to cover your flake,
Cake and tea for supper,
Codfish in the spring o' the year,
Fried in maggoty butter!
I don't want your maggoty fish,
That's no good for winter.
I could buy as good as that,
Down in Bonavista

I took 'Lizer to a dance,
And faith, but she could travel!
And every step that she did take
Was up to her knees in gravel!

Susan White, she's out of sight,
Her petticoat wants a border,
Old Sam Oliver in the dark
He kissed her in the corner!

Up on the white veranda
She wears a necktie and a Panama hat.
Her passport shows a face
From another time and place
She looks nothin' like that.
And all the remnants of her recent past
Are scattered in the wild wind.
She walks across the marble floor
Where a voice from the gambling room is callin' her to come on in.
She smiles, walks the other way
As the last ship sails and the moon fades away
From Black Diamond Bay.

As the mornin' light breaks open, the Greek comes down
And he asks for a rope and a pen that will write.
"Pardon, monsieur," the desk clerk says,
Carefully removes his fez,
"Am I hearin' you right?"
And as the yellow fog is liftin'
The Greek is quickly headin' for the second floor.
She passes him on the spiral staircase
Thinkin' he's the Soviet Ambassador,
She starts to speak, but he walks away
As the storm clouds rise and the palm branches sway
On Black Diamond Bay.

A soldier sits beneath the fan
Doin' business with a tiny man who sells him a ring.
Lightning strikes, the lights blow out.
The desk clerk wakes and begins to shout,
"Can you see anything?"
Then the Greek appears on the second floor
In his bare feet with a rope around his neck,
While a loser in the gambling room lights up a candle,
Says, "Open up another deck."
But the dealer says, "Attendez-vous, s'il vous plalt,''
As the rain beats down and the cranes fly away
From Black Diamond Bay.

The desk clerk heard the woman laugh
As he looked around the aftermath and the soldier got tough.
He tried to grab the woman's hand,
Said, "Here's a ring, it cost a grand."
She said, "That ain't enough."
Then she ran upstairs to pack her bags
While a horse-drawn taxi waited at the curb.
She passed the door that the Greek had locked,
Where a handwritten sign read, "Do Not Disturb."
She knocked upon it anyway
As the sun went down and the music did play
On Black Diamond Bay.

"I've got to talk to someone quick!"
But the Greek said, "Go away," and he kicked the chair to the floor.
He hung there from the chandelier.
She cried, "Help, there's danger near
Please open up the door!"
Then the volcano erupted
And the lava flowed down from the mountain high above.
The soldier and the tiny man were crouched in the corner
Thinking of forbidden love.
But the desk clerk said, "It happens every day,"
As the stars fell down and the fields burned away
On Black Diamond Bay.

As the island slowly sank
The loser finally broke the bank in the gambling room.
The dealer said, "It's too late now.
You can take your money, but I don't know how
You'll spend it in the tomb."
The tiny man bit the soldier's ear
As the floor caved in and the boiler in the basement blew,
While she's out on the balcony, where a stranger tells her,
"My darling, je vous aime beaucoup."
She sheds a tear and then begins to pray
As the fire burns on and the smoke drifts away
From Black Diamond Bay.

I was sittin' home alone one night in L.A.,
Watchin' old Cronkite on the seven o'clock news.
It seems there was an earthquake that
Left nothin' but a Panama hat
And a pair of old Greek shoes.
Didn't seem like much was happenin',
So I turned it off and went to grab another beer.
Seems like every time you turn around
There's another hard-luck story that you're gonna hear
And there's really nothin' anyone can say
And I never did plan to go anyway
To Black Diamond Bay.


Black Diamond Bay - Dylan

Nick laughs at stone; hamburger wants a sing-along, edgar extols Dylan and Letty has one goodnight message:

If I should die tomorrow, I have lived an entire lifetime in one night. That's how beautiful it was.

I was a citizen of the world, replete with music.

Goodnight.

From Letty with love.

number one about now in '68 was Love Is Blue by Paul Mauriat. a pleasant piece, but an instrumental, alas. so we recklessly forge ahead to '69, for a piece that may actually be improved by removing the instrumentation & pitch. methinks William Shatner could recite it "trippingly" ;-)

Now I don't hardly know her
But I think I could love her
Crimson and clover

Ah
Well if she come walkin' over
Now I been waitin' to show her
Crimson and clover
Over and over

[Instrumental break]

Yeah
My mind's such a sweet thing
I wanna do everything
What a beautiful feeling
Crimson and clover
Over and over

[Instrumental break]

Crimson and clover, over and over
[Repeat to fade]

I have been enjoying on our TV a series of programmes about the British folk song movement, from the 1940s to the present day, with American influences from Woody Guthrie to Big Bill Broonzy and Sister Rosetta Tharpe (?), Pete Seger and Peggy Seeger, and covering British artists from Ewan McColl, Martin Carthy, John Martyn, the Watersons, Pentangle, just about everybody. Joan Baez, Bob Dylan and Paul Simon were in there too.

Q: Does anyone know where Paul Simon wrote "Homeward Bound"?

Being one of my favourite songs, I know Paul was in a railway station in Liverpool when he wrote "Homeward bound"...

The myth has it that the song was written by Simon in a train station in Widnes in Northern England. He told writer Paul Zollo of 'Playboy' that the song "was written in Liverpool when I was traveling.



Others note, however that Simon wrote it sometime during a 1965 solo tour of England, while he had been based in London.

You guys are on the ball!

Widnes is the centre of the chemical industry here in the NW, a lovely place. :wink:

Good morning, WA2K listeners and contributors.

Mr. Turtle, that is one song that Miss Letty is not acquainted with, but I love the notion of the phrase "...crimson and clover...". Thanks, Yit.

Nice to see Walter, McTag, and Francis with us this morning, and having read the transcript, I became curious and searched out the lyrics to Homeward Bound:

Homeward Bound Lyrics



I'm sitting in the railway station.
Got a ticket for my destination.
On a tour of one-night stands my suitcase and guitar in hand.
And ev'ry stop is neatly planned for a poet and a one-man band.
Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home where my thought's escaping,
Home where my music's playing,
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me.
Ev'ry day's an endless stream
Of cigarettes and magazines.
And each town looks the same to me, the movies and the factories
And ev'ry stranger's face I see reminds me that I long to be,
Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home where my thought's escaping,
Home where my music's playing,
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me.

Tonight I'll sing my songs again,
I'll play the game and pretend.
But all my words come back to me in shades of mediocrity
Like emptiness in harmony I need someone to comfort me.
Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home where my thought's escaping,
Home where my music's playing,
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me.
Silently for me.

I am certain that everyone is awaiting Letty's brief coverage of last evening's soiree, but I fear you all must wait until after coffee.

Good Morning! I am still in that stage between asleep and awake so as a wake up song....

Artist: Brad Paisley Lyrics
Song: I'm Gonna Miss Her Lyrics

to your cell phone.
Well I love her
But I love to fish
I spend all day out on this lake
And hell is all I catch
Today she met me at the door
Said I would have to choose
If I hit that fishin' hole today
She'd be packin' all her things
And she'd be gone by noon

Well I'm gonna miss her
When I get home
But right now I'm on this lakeshore
And I'm sittin' in the sun
I'm sure it'll hit me
When I walk through that door tonight
That I'm gonna miss her
Oh, lookie there, I've got a bite

Now there's a chance that if I hurry
I could beg her to stay
But that water's right
And the weather's perfect
No tellin' what I might catch today

Well I'm gonna miss her
When I get home
But right now I'm on this lakeshore
And I'm sittin' in the sun
I'm sure it'll hit me
When I walk through that door tonight
That I'm gonna miss her
Oh, lookie there, I've got a bite

Yeah, I'm gonna miss her
Oh, lookie there, I've got a bite

Good Morning! I am still in that stage between asleep and awake so as a wake up song....

Artist: Brad Paisley Lyrics
Song: I'm Gonna Miss Her Lyrics

Well I love her
But I love to fish
I spend all day out on this lake
And hell is all I catch
Today she met me at the door
Said I would have to choose
If I hit that fishin' hole today
She'd be packin' all her things
And she'd be gone by noon

Well I'm gonna miss her
When I get home
But right now I'm on this lakeshore
And I'm sittin' in the sun
I'm sure it'll hit me
When I walk through that door tonight
That I'm gonna miss her
Oh, lookie there, I've got a bite

Now there's a chance that if I hurry
I could beg her to stay
But that water's right
And the weather's perfect
No tellin' what I might catch today

Well I'm gonna miss her
When I get home
But right now I'm on this lakeshore
And I'm sittin' in the sun
I'm sure it'll hit me
When I walk through that door tonight
That I'm gonna miss her
Oh, lookie there, I've got a bite

Yeah, I'm gonna miss her
Oh, lookie there, I've got a bite

Miss Me Blind - Culture Club

Miss me
I know you'll miss me
I know you'll miss me blind

Chorus 1:
I know you'll miss me
I know you'll miss me
I know you'll miss me blind

Bet you got a good gun
Bet you know how
To have some fun
And then
You turn it around on me
Because I'm better
Than the rest of the men

Chorus 2:
I say you'll miss me
And you always do
I say you'll miss me
Now would I lie to you

Now there's no need
To demand
Grab my golden hand
I'll teach you
And you'll never be sure
If the way that you need
Is too much like greed
Decide if you are rich or you're poor

(chorus 1)

Bet you make the fool run
Bet you know how
To make it last 4 ever
But you know
I'm never really sure
If you're just kissing to be clever

(chorus 2)

Because this love
That I have to give
Must be better than thet kind
It can make you rich
It can make you poor
But I know that
You'll miss me blind

(chorus 1)

Good morning, shari. That's a delightful song and worth playing twice. Thank you, dear.<smile>

About my evening.

We went to a delightful restaurant and listened to an outstanding vocalist from the Philippines. Her intonation was perfect, and her husband was playing an electronic keyboard with built in back up. She was warm and friendly, and we had a long talk about vocalizing.

The hostess was from China, and gladly accepted my plastic. Loitering about was a very lovely young lady from Croatia with a small young man who clung to her skirts. As I was chatting with the hostess, I noticed the little boy running in the opposite direction, and in his hand was my credit card. The waiter kindly agreed to catch, Raphael. (that was his name) and retrieve the card from the small thief.

The dinner was excellent, folks, but the most important aspect of the evening was getting to talk with all the people from different counties.

Hey, Texas. Is that the Culture Club of the infamous Boy George? Interesting lyrics, buddy.

What a mess America is having in the Northeast, listeners. A Nor'easter
has dumped a foot of snow and we won't know if it will be considered a blizzard or not. Yikes; however, some of the worst snowstorms in Virginia occurred in April, so one never knows what mother nature is up to.