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I was sitting around yesterday at lunch, with a few of
my co-workers, when the subject of (what else,) sex
came up. Now Billy-Bob (he runs the fork lift) says
"Last night I made love to my wife three times! This
morning, she was so happy she made me my favorite
breakfast of eggs and grits."

Now Jim-Bob, (the fertilizer inspector) not to be
outdone by his cousin Billy-Bob, he says, "That's
nothing. Last night I made love to my wife five
times. She was so happy, she not only made me my
favorite breakfast of biscuits and gravy, she
told me I was the best in the world and she could
never love another man."

Well, they then looked at me, waiting for me to
say something. Finally, I just said in a quiet
voice, "I just made love to my wife once last
night, and she didn't fix me anything for
breakfast." Well, they started laughing, and
finally Jim-Bob asks me, "Well, hell, did she say
anything to you this morning?" "Just two words,"
I answered. "Don't stop".

Thanks to all of you savvy folks who continue to keep our little station on the air. to quote bob and his little joke. "Don't stop."

Hmmm, dys ,Mary Chapin? No bias there, huh. <smile>

the hawk and the turtle really know how to locate stuff. And remember the realtor's motto. Location; location; location.

Back in a bit to peruse all songs and bio's.

Hugs all around.

Good day all.

Here's to Mr. Ravel:

And there's our Raggedy. Well, PA, you made me go back and read Bob's Ravel bio. Knew absolutely nothing about the man.

Thanks, shari for the 9 to 5 song. Miss Parton, I am told, was really into the botox at the Oscars, but she can still belt one. <smile>

To go with Raggedy's Bolero, this is nice and will suffice. (sorry Mr. Frost)



Bo created more than a sensation, listeners, she created a hair style, and of course, our first introduction to Ravel's theme music.

You know, listeners, I think most of us are aware of Dana Reeves death, but in the "...road less taken..." , not many of us were aware of this man's demise:

Ali Farka Touré.

Talking Timbuktu is an album which comprises these songs:

Bonde
Soukora
Gomni
Sega
Amandrai
Lasidan
Keito
Banga
Ai Du
Diaraby

It pains me to say that I could not locate free lyrics to any of his music; such a pity, no?

At least, here are the lyrics of Lasidan,

This place is good to me, Mali is good to me; I am no longer a young man.
People say you cannot reject the things that make you happy. Oh, my love!
You cannot cast out the things that bring you joy.
You cannot mistake the things that make you happy. Oh, my love.
You cannot cast out the things that bring you joy.
If you give a guard dog a bone, he'll never give it up, he won't betray the source of his happiness
People say you cannot cast out the things that make you happy. Oh my love!
No one can mistake the things that make them happy.
You cannot cast out the things that bring you pleasure
You cannot cast out the things that bring you joy.
If you give fresh milk to a fat old tom cat, his love will never end
Isn't it wonderful? (improvisational phrase-can't translate)
No one can mistake the things that make them happy.
You cannot cast out the things that bring you joy.
You cannot cast out the things that bring you joy
You cannot deny your own happiness
If you offer a beautiful young girl to man, his love will never end
Isn't it wonderful? (more improvisation-can't translate)
They say everyone's welcome in Mali
Oh indeed I love Mali. A young man's life is full of joy!

Francis, Welcome back, honey. Thank you so much for the lyrics to that song. I especially feel:

"....they say everyone's welcome in Mali; oh, indeed I love Mali", but I don't accept his idea that only a young man's life is full of joy, nor should anyone.

We'll remember you, Ali Farka Toure.

Who ever thought the sun will come crashing down
My life in flames
My tears complete the pain
We fear the end, the dark as deep as river bed
My book of life incomplete without you here
Alone I sit and reminisce
Sometimes I miss your touch
Your kiss, your smile
And meanwhile you know I never cry
'Cause inside you know our love will never ever die
(Chorus):
Everything's gonna be alright (yeah)
Everything's gonna be OK (no doubt)
Everything's gonna be alright
Together we can take this one day at a time
Can you take my breath away (yeah)
Can you give him life today? (no doubt)
'Cause everything's gonna be OK
I'll be your strength
I'll be here when you wake up
Take your time
And I'll be here when you wake up (ha ha)
I never thought my heart will miss a single beat
Caress your hand as I watch you while you sleep
So smooth
I weep as I search within
To find a cure to bring you back again
And the sun will rise
Open up your eyes
Suprised just a blink

Of an eye
I try, I try to be positive
You're a fighter so fight
Wake up and live
(Repeat Chorus)
Everything's gonna be alright
(I'll wait a lifetime)
I'd give my life to only see you breathe again
Hand in hand as we walk on the white sands
To hear your voice
Rejoice as you rise and say
This is the day that I wake pray OK
Today's silence as time just moves on
You can hear it though
But I'm playing my favorite songs
I miss you much
I wish you'd come back to me
You see I waited lifetime
'Cause you're my destiny
(Repeat Chorus)
Everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be OK (no doubt)
Everything's gonna be alright
Together we can take it one day at a time
Can you take my breath away? (yeah)
Can you give him life today? (no doubt)
'Cause everything's gonna be OK
I'll be your strength
I'll be here when you wake up, well I
Everything's gonna be alright (no doubt)
Everything's gonna be alright

Rock It (Prime Jive)
Words and music by Roger Taylor

When I hear that rock and roll
It gets down to my soul
When it's real rock and roll

When I hear that rock and roll
It gets down to my soul
When it's real rock and roll
Oh rock and roll

Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
You really think they like to rock in space
Well I don't know

What do you know?
What do you hear
On the radio?
Coming through the air
I said Moma
I ain't crazy
I'm all right - all right
Hey c'mon baby said it's all right
To rock'n'roll on a Tuesday night
I said 'shoot and get your suit and come along with me'
I said 'c'mon baby down come and rock with me' I said
'yeah'

What do you do?
To get to feel alive
You go downtown
And get some of that prime jive
I said Moma
I ain't crazy
I'm all right - all right
Hey c'mon baby said it's all right
To rock'n'roll on a Tuesday night
I said 'shoot and get your suit and come along with me'
I said 'c'mon baby down come and rock with me' I said
'yeah'

We're gonna rock it

Hey c'mon baby said it's all right
To rock'n'roll on a Tuesday night
I said 'shoot and get your suit and come along with me'
I said 'c'mon baby down come and rock with me' I said
'yeah'

We're gonna rock it tonight...

Static On The Radio

RICHARD FARINA


Now is the time for your loving, dear,
And the time for your company
Now when the light of reason fails
And fires burn on the sea
Now in this age of confusion
I have need for your company.

It's once I was free to go roaming in
The wind of the springtime mind
It's once the clouds I sailed upon
Were sweet as lilac wine
So why are the breezes of summer, dear
Enlaced with a grim design?

And where was the will of my father when
We raised our swords on high?
And where was my mother's wailing when
Our flags were justified?
And where will we take our pleasures when
Our bodies have been denied?

For I am a wild and a lonely child
And the child of an angry man
Now with the high wars raging
I would offer you my hand
For we are the children of darkness
And the prey of a proud, proud land.

Thank you so much, shari, dj, Try, and edgar for the lovely songs.

Letty must retire for the evening, and I do it with a song sent to me by my sister:




OVERHEAD THE MOON IS BEAMING
WHITE AS BLOSSOMS ON A BOUGH
NOTHING IS HEARD BUT THE SONG OF A BIRD
FILLING ALL THE AIR WITH DREAMING
OH MY HEART WOULD CEASE IT'S BEATING
ONLY YOU CAN TELL IT HOW....BELOVED
FROM YOUR WINDOW GIVE ME GREETING
I SWEAR MY ETERNAL VOW

From Letty with love

Everything Zen

There must be something we can eat
Maybe find another lover
Should I fly to los angeles
Find my asshole brother

Minnie mouse has grown up a cow
Dave's on sale again
We kissy kiss in the rear view
We're so bored
You're to blame

Try to see it once my way
Everything zen
Everything zen
I don't think so

Raindogs howl for the century
A million dollars a steak
As you search for your demi-god
And you fake with a saint
There's no sex in your violence
There's no sex in your violence

Try to see it once my way
Everything zen
Everything zen
I don't think so

I don't believe that elvis is dead
I don't believe that elvis is dead
I don't believe that elvis is, elvis is

There's no sex in your violence


Lyrics: Bush

Good morning, WA2K radio listeners and contributors.

It's dark and rather chilly here this morning, but the sun will be up ere long and that will change.

Rex, that was an odd song, and who in the world is Bush? Certainly not someone we know. Thanks, Maine, for getting our attention this early AM.

Quote for the day:


And as we stand on the edge of darkness Let our chant fill the void That others may know In the land of the night The ship of the sun Is drawn by The grateful dead. -- Tibetan "Book of the Dead," ca. 4000 BC.

So now we know, listeners, where that group got its name.

Incidentally, our Walter is conducting a Paris tour:

http://www.able2know.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=70658&postdays=0&postorder=asc&start=0

Like to wish a Happy 85th Birthday to Cyd Charisse:




and wish a Good Day to all.

Well there's our Raggedy, listeners, with marvelous pictures of celebs. Hey, PA. I'm trying to decide if that's Gene with Cyd in Brigadoon in the black and white pix.

Hmmm, Back to the archives, listeners.

Oh yes Letty, Gene and Cyd and Heather on the Hill.

Fred and Cyd in Bandwagon , and Gene and Cyd in Singin' in the Rain if I'm remembering correctly.

Well, my word, Raggedy. I had no idea that Gene Kelly and Cyd Charisse were in Brigadoon. Well, that should be a dedication to our McTag.

Old familiar song, folks:

Artist: Gene Kelly Lyrics
Song: SINGIN' IN THE RAIN Lyrics

Don Lockwood:
Doo-dloo-doo-doo-doo
Doo-dloo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Doo-dloo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Doo-dloo-doo-doo-doo-doo...

I'm singing in the rain
Just singing in the rain
What a glorious feelin'
I'm happy again
I'm laughing at clouds
So dark up above
The sun's in my heart
And I'm ready for love
Let the stormy clouds chase
Everyone from the place
Come on with the rain
I've a smile on my face
I walk down the lane
With a happy refrain
Just singin',
Singin' in the rain

Dancin' in the rain
Dee-ah dee-ah dee-ah
Dee-ah dee-ah dee-ah
I'm happy again!
I'm singin' and dancin' in the rain!

I'm dancin' and singin' in the rain...
[ADDITIONAL VERSE]
Why am I smiling
And why do I sing?
Why does September
Seem sunny as spring?
Why do I get up
Each morning and start?
Happy and head up
With joy in my heart
Why is each new task
A trifle to do?
Because I am living
A life full of you.

Claire Trevor
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia


Claire Trevor (March 8, 1910 - April 8, 2000) was an Oscar-winning American actress, nicknamed "Queen of Film Noir" because of her many appearances in "bad girl" roles in film noir and other black-and-white thrillers. She appeared in over 60 films.


Early life

Trevor was born as Claire Wemlinger in Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, New York, the only child of a 5th Avenue merchant-tailor and his wife; the family was of Irish American and French American descent.

Career

Trevor's acting career spanned more than seven decades and included success in stage, radio, television and film. Trevor often played the hard-boiled blond, and every conceivable type of "bad girl" role. After attending American Academy of Dramatic Arts, she began her acting career in the late '20s in stock. By 1932 she was starring on Broadway; that same year she began appearing in Brooklyn-filmed Vitaphone shorts. Her feature film debut came in: Jimmy and Sally (1933) as "Sally Johnson".

A three-time Oscar nominee, Claire Trevor earned Oscar nominations for Dead End, a 1937 melodrama in which she played a good girl who grows up to be a prostitute, and for The High and the Mighty, a 1954 airplane disaster epic. She won the Best Supporting Actress award for her 1948 performance in Key Largo, co-starring with Humphrey Bogart, Edward G. Robinson and Lauren Bacall. In Key Largo, Trevor played the mistress to Robinson's sadistic gangster. In one scene, he forces her to sing for a drink she badly wants. Trevor struggles through the song only to be refused the drink by Robinson "because you were rotten."


In 1956, Trevor won an Emmy for Best Live Television Performance by an Actress for Dodsworth, with Fredric March, on NBC's Producer's Showcase. The Claire Trevor School of the Arts at the University of California, Irvine was named in Trevor's honor.


Private life

Trevor married film producer Clark Andrews in 1938, but they divorced four years later. Her second marriage to Cylos William Dunsmoore produced a son, Charles. The marriage ended in divorce in 1947. The next year, Trevor married Milton Bren, another film producer and soon after moved to Newport Beach, California.

In 1978 her only biological child, her son Charles Dunsmoore, died in an airliner crash and her last husband, Milton Bren, died from a brain tumor in 1979. Trevor retired from acting in 1987. She died of respiratory failure in Newport Beach, April 8, 2000 at the age of 90, survived by several wealthy step-children by her marriage to Bren.

Claire Trevor has a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.

Academy Awards


* Nominated Best Actress in a Supporting Role for The High and the Mighty (1954)
* Won Best Actress in a Supporting Role for Key Largo (1948)
* Nominated Best Actress in a Supporting Role for Dead End (1937)

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