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Lord Ellpus
 
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Reply Thu 16 Mar, 2006 03:51 pm
OOH! Look everyone..............


I'M THE 19000TH POST ON THIS THREAD!


HOORAH!
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realjohnboy
 
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Reply Thu 16 Mar, 2006 04:11 pm
That is cool, your lordship.
Congratulations to Miss Letty for a quirky thread about a radio station that definitely has a big audience.
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 16 Mar, 2006 04:19 pm
Well, Try, it's no longer just the two of us,(that's a great tune, incidentally) Here is L.E. and John of Virginia.

Hey, guys. Thanks for making us a foursome. <smile>That means we can play a little cool jazz.

What would you like to hear for the 19000?
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Tryagain
 
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Reply Thu 16 Mar, 2006 05:23 pm
Leader of the Gang Lyrics
Spice Girls

Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on

(Faster than the first verse)
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
I said...

(Faster than the second verse)
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on

If you wanna be in my gang, my gang, my gang
If you wanna be in my gang, oh yeah

If you wanna be in my gang, my gang, my gang
If you wanna me in my gang

I'm the leader
I'm the leader
I'm the leader of the gang I am

I'm the leader
I'm the leader
And there's no one like the girl I am

I can take you
High as a kite
Every single night

I can make you
Jump out of bed
Standing on my head*

You'll never believe it
Come on, come on
You'll never believe it
Come on, come on
You'll never believe it
Come on, come on

If you wanna be in my gang, my gang, my gang
If you wanna be in my gang, oh yeah

If you wanna be in my gang, my gang, my gang
If you wanna me in my gang, oh yeah

If you wanna be in my gang, my gang, my gang
If you wanna me in my gang, oh yeah


Rock on Dear Miss Letty Razz
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 16 Mar, 2006 05:32 pm
Ah, Try. You just added some spice to the place. Thanks, buddy.

You're the man I want to see. I've been trying to ascertain who sang this song:

"I Don't Have a Wooden Heart". I am amazed at how many folks did it. this man had far too many teeth to be of practical use.<smile>

Until then:


A winter's day
In a deep and dark december;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I've built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
It's laughter and it's loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

Don't talk of love,
But I've heard the words before;
It's sleeping in my memory.
I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.
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McTag
 
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Reply Thu 16 Mar, 2006 05:33 pm
Every night I sit here by my window
Looking down the lonely avenue
Watchin' lovers holding hands and laughin'
Thinkin' 'bout the things we used to do

Oh, the shark has pretty teeth, dear
And he shows them pearly white
Just a jacknife has old Mack Heath, dear
And he keeps it out of sight
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 16 Mar, 2006 05:44 pm
Ah, McTag. There's another telling song, Brit.

Let's send that one to Frank Hancock who stumbled up to the stage and asked me to sing Mack the Knight. Razz He died and his wife was a Texas model.

Kevin Spacey is still alive, however. <smile>
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 16 Mar, 2006 05:55 pm
Here's another kind of knife and this one is for our dj:

Words and music by roddy frame

Like a child could have the trigger,
And the best man needn't fall,
To understand that heaven,
Could be any place at all,
Just five colours set in motion,
And I try again to place it,
And it's features are obscured
Everytime I turn to face it,
But I still chase it.

Oh it's twists are cruel and hopeless,
Like neglect has worn it thin,
And it could rip the sky wide open,
And let the rain come tumbling in.

And we wait on every whisper,
Like it makes us more alive,
There's a sense we didn't have,
And I feel it in the other five.
See the pity and the pride
In the same sea of emotion,
Cup my hands and touch the tide,
And expect to feel the ocean,
It's just a notion.

And the knife has got my number,
And the number that you keep,
And the knife has called division,
And it's drawn when I'm asleep.

Oh it's twists are cruel and hopeless,
Like neglect has worn it thin,
And it could rip the sky wide open,
And let the rain come tumbling in.
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 16 Mar, 2006 06:38 pm
My word, folks. Reyn just had a thread about a turkey, and it reminded me of this:

Artist: (Theme by T Wells and H Wilson) Lyrics
Song: WKRP in Cincinnati Lyrics

Baby, if you've ever wondered,
Wondered whatever became of me,
I'm living on the air in Cincinnati,
Cincinnati, WKRP.

Got kind of tired packing and unpacking,
Town to town and up and down the dial
Maybe you and me were never meant to be,
But baby think of me once in awhile.

I'm at WKRP in Cincinnati..

That goes back to the inception of our little radio, folks
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djjd62
 
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Reply Thu 16 Mar, 2006 07:04 pm
thank you letty for the knife song, one of my fave bands


Good Morning Britain
Aztec Camera
Words and music by Roddy Frame

Jock's got a vote in Parochia
Ten long years and he's still got her
Paying tax and and doing stir
Worry about it later.
And the wind blows hot and the wind blows cold
But it blows us good so we've been told
Music's food 'til the art-biz folds
Let them all eat culture.

Chorus:
The past is steeped in shame,
But tomorrow's fair game,
For a life that's fit for living
Good morning Britain.

Twenty years and a loaded gun
Funerals, fear and the war ain't won
Paddy's just a figure of fun
It lightens up the danger.
And a corporal sneers at a catholic boy
And he eyes his gun like a rich man's toy
He's killing more than celtic joy
Death is not a stranger.

Taffy's time's gonna come one day
It's a loud sweet voice and it won't give way
A house is not a holiday
Your sons are leaving home Neil.
In the hills and the valleys and far away
You can hear the song of democracy
The echo of eternity
With a Rak-a-Rak-a feel.

Chorus

From the Tyne to where to the Thames does flow
My English brothers and sisters know
It's not a case of where you go
It's race and creed and colour.
From the police cell to the deep dark grave
On the underground's just a stop away
Don't be too black, don't be too gay
Just get a little duller.

But in this green and pleasant land,
Where I make my home, I make my stand
Make it cool just to be a man,
A uniform's a traitor.
Love is international
And if you stand or if you fall,
Just let them know you gave your all,
Worry about it later.

Chorus
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 16 Mar, 2006 07:10 pm
Ah, dj. I especially like this verse:

From the Tyne to where to the Thames does flow
My English brothers and sisters know
It's not a case of where you go
It's race and creed and colour.
From the police cell to the deep dark grave
On the underground's just a stop away
Don't be too black, don't be too gay
Just get a little duller.

WOW!
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Tryagain
 
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Reply Thu 16 Mar, 2006 07:30 pm
BOOK OF DREAMS

I'm standing in the backyard
Listening to the party Inside
Tonight I'm drinkin' in the forgiveness
This life provides
The scars we carry remain but the pain slips away it seems
Oh won't you baby be in my book of dreams

I'm watchin' you through the window
With your girlfriends from back home
You're showin' off your dress
There's laughter and a toast
From your daddy to the prettiest bride he's ever seen
Oh won't you baby be in my book of dreams

In the darkness my fingers slip across your skin
I feel your sweet reply
The room fades away and suddenly I'm way up high
Just holdin' you to me
As through the window the moonlight streams
Oh won't you baby be in my book of dreams

Now the ritual begins
'Neath the wedding garland we meet as strangers
The dance floor is alive with beauty
Mystery and danger
We dance out 'neath the stars' ancient light into the darkening trees
Oh won't you baby be in my book of dreams
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 16 Mar, 2006 07:42 pm
Ah, dear Try. What a lovely song for the evening.

Thinking on this verse:



Now the ritual begins
'Neath the wedding garland we meet as strangers
The dance floor is alive with beauty
Mystery and danger
We dance out 'neath the stars' ancient light into the darkening trees
Oh won't you baby be in my book of dreams

and an answer from The Backstreet Boys:
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 16 Mar, 2006 07:43 pm
When I first met you my life turned a page
Chapter one was how true love was made
You taught me with your kiss
Things about romance I miss
Mmm
You knew everything from A to Z
What pleases you, and what pleases me
Girl when you touch me
I began to understand

Oh you
You wrote the book on love
(You wrote the book on love)
And I wanna read every word
So I know everything about you
Oh you
You wrote the book on love
(You wrote the book on love)
Girl I just can't get enough
Of your love

I know, you wrote the book on love
Oh Brian help me sing

Each time I hold you I find something new
'Cause I know what I love about you, baby
Girl I discovered
You bring out the lover in me, yeah yeah
You're like a fire that burns in my soul
Like a volcano
I'm ready to blow
'Cause every time I look at you I feel
Love I can't explain

Oh you
You wrote the book on love
(You wrote the book on love)
And I wanna read every word
So I know everything about you
Oh you
You wrote the book on love
(You wrote the book on love)
Girl I just can't get enough
Of you
Oh you wrote the book on love, on love

I hear what your heart is saying to me (saying to me)
I see the picture so clearly
I'm thirsty for the knowledge
True love brings (brings)
When you're near me, yeah

You wrote the book on love
(You wrote the book on love)
Girl I just can't get enough
Of you
Oh you wrote the book

Oh you
You wrote the book on love
(You wrote the book on love)
And I wanna read every word
'Cause you baby
You wrote the book

Oh you
(You wrote the book on love,
you wrote the book on love)
You wrote the book on love
(You wrote the book on love,
you wrote the book on love)
And I wanna read every word
(You wrote the book on love,
you wrote the book on love)
'Til I know everything about you

You wrote the book on love
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djjd62
 
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Reply Thu 16 Mar, 2006 07:47 pm
and an answer from elvis costello

Everyday I Write The Book
Elvis Costello

Don't tell me you don't know what love is
When you're old enough to know better
When you find strange hands in your sweater
When your dreamboat turns out to be a footnote
I'm a man with a mission in two or three editions

And I'm giving you a longing look
Everyday, everyday, everyday I write the book

Chapter One we didn't really get along
Chapter Two I think I fell in love with you
You said you'd stand by me in the middle of Chapter Three
But you were up to your old tricks in
Chapters Four, Five and Six

And I'm giving you a longing look
Everyday, everyday, everyday I write the book
The way you walk
The way you talk, and try to kiss me, and laugh
In four or five paragraphs
All your compliments and your cutting remarks
Are captured here in my quotation marks

And I'm giving you a longing look
Everyday, everyday, everyday I write the book
Don't tell me you don't know the difference
Between a lover and a fighter
With my pen and my electric typewriter
Even in a perfect world where everyone was equal
I'd still own the film rights and be working on the sequel

And I'm giving you a longing look
Everyday, everyday, everyday I write the book
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 16 Mar, 2006 07:58 pm
Love it, dj. It's the book time of night, I guess.

We'll be close as pages in a book
My love and I
So close, we can share a single look
Share every sigh
So close that before I hear your laugh
My laugh breaks through
And when a tear starts to appear
My eyes grow misty too

Our dreams won't come tumbling to the ground
We'll hold them fast
Darling, as the strongest book is found
We're bound to last
Your life is my life
And while life beats away in my heart
We'll be close as pages in a book
Never to part


Barbara Cook? who is that woman?
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djjd62
 
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Reply Thu 16 Mar, 2006 08:06 pm
a song with a literary reference

Diamond Smiles
Boomtown Rats

"Traffic's wild tonight"
Diamond smiles her cocktail smile.
Tonight she's in heavy disquise.
She looks at her wrist to clock the passing time.

"Weather's mild tonight"
She wonders do they notice her eyes,
She wonders will her glamour survive,
And can they see she's going down a third time.

Everybody tries,
It's Dale Carnegie gone wild,
But Barbara Cartland's child
long ago perfected the motionless glide.

In the low voltage noise,
Diamond seems so sure and so poised
She shimmers for the bright young boys,
And laugh's "Love is for others, but me it destroys"

The girl in the cake
Jumped out too soon by mistake,
Somebody said the whole things half baked
And Diamond lifts her glass and says "cheers"

She stands to the side
There's no more to this than meets the eye,
Everybody drinks Martini dry,
And talks about clothes and the latest styles.

Chorus:

They said she did it
With grace.
They said she did it
With style.
They said she did it all
Before she died
Oh No
I remember Diamond's smile

Nobody saw her go,
They said they should have noticed
'cos her dress was cut so low.
Well it only goes to show
Ha, ha, how many real men any of us know.

She went up the stairs,
Stood up on the vanity chair,
Tied her lame belt around the chandelier,
And went out kicking at the perfumed air.

Repeat Chorus
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 16 Mar, 2006 08:26 pm
dj, that was one sad song, honey.

From Joan Baez:

I'll be damned, here comes your ghost again
but that's not unusual
it's just that the moon is full
and you happened to call

And here I sit, hand on the telephone
hearing the voice I'd known
a couple of light years ago
headed straight for a fall

As I remember your eyes were bluer than robin's eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where are you calling from
A booth in the Midwest
Ten years ago I bought you some cufflinks
You brought me something
We both know what memories can bring
they bring Diamonds and Rust

Now I see you standing with brown leaves all around and snow in
your hair
Now we're smiling out the window of the crummy hotel over
washington square
Our breath comes out white clouds, mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
we both could've died then and there

Now you're telling me you're not nostalgic
then give me another word for it
you were so good with words
and at keeping things vague

cause I need some of that vagueness now, it's all come back too
clearly
yes, I loved you dearly
and if you're offering me diamonds and rust
I've already paid

But we both know what memories can bring
they bring Diamonds and Rust
yes we both know what memories can bring
they bring Diamonds and Rust

Diamonds, Diamonds and Rust
Diamonds, Diamonds and Rust
Diamonds, Diamonds and Rust
Diamonds, Diamonds and Rust


And with that memory, listeners, I will say goodnight.

From Letty with love
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djjd62
 
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Reply Thu 16 Mar, 2006 08:48 pm
Letty wrote:
dj, that was one sad song, honey.



yes mr geldof has a penchant for disenfranchised characters, check out the story of his first wife

Paula Yates
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Paula Yates (April 24, 1960 - September 17, 2000) was a Welsh television presenter born in Colwyn Bay, Conwy, Wales. When she first came to prominence in the 1980s, as co-presenter (with Jools Holland) of Channel 4 pop music programme, The Tube, she was better known as the daughter of former TV presenter, Jess Yates, who had been sacked from his job presenting religious programmes because of scandalous newspaper stories about his private life.

In 1978 Paula posed naked for Penthouse (magazine).

Yates became even more famous as the partner of Bob Geldof, with whom she lived for some years before their marriage in 1986. They already had one daughter, Fifi Trixibelle, born in 1983, and went on to have two more daughters, Peaches Honeyblossom and Pixie. She was also one of the presenters on The Big Breakfast, which was produced by Geldof.

In 1995, Paula left Geldof for singer Michael Hutchence, with whom she had another daughter, Heavenly Hiraani Tiger Lily, known as Tiger Lily. At the same time, her public conduct and personal life began to be questioned and criticised in the media: for example, her much-publicised cosmetic surgery was mocked. When she appeared on the BBC series, Have I Got News For You, she was openly ridiculed by other participants. However, she remained amiable and laughed most of the comments off, despite calling Ian Hislop, who made most of the offending comments, "sperm of the Devil" (commonly supposed to have been a slip of the tongue for "spawn of the Devil").

In 1997, Hutchence was found hanged in a hotel room in Sydney, and Paula became distraught, refusing to accept the coroner's verdict of suicide. She was eventually to seek psychiatric treatment. Meanwhile, there was a question over the custody of her youngest daughter, Tiger Lily.

Moreover, further media allegations were made suggesting that Jess Yates had not been Paula's natural father. A paternity test proved that the late quiz show host Hughie Green had in fact been her natural father. Shortly after this announcement, Paula Yates was found dead, at the age of 40, of an apparent drug overdose.

Hughie Green's son, Christopher, has gone on record as saying that Kell Hutchence (Michael Hutchence's father) never fought for custody of Tiger Lily. In his book Hughie and Paula, he says of the late Kell Hutchence that "he was one of the very few decent people out there who tried to be the peace maker in a sad story". According to Christopher Green, Kell's ex-wife and step-daughter only made motions to gain custody of Tiger after Paula's death. Tiger Lily now lives with Bob Geldof and her half-sisters, the children he had with Yates.

Helene Thornton is the mother of Paula Yates who claims in her book Big Girls Don't cry: The Wild and Wicked World of Paula Yates' Mother, that Ms Yates needed psychiatric treatment - Suggesting she had an untreated compulsive disorder - Acknowledging it may have developed within Paula during infancy - Because of her own mothers lack of care, Helene claims she mishandled Paula throughout her childhood because her own mother had misused her. A psychiatrist would not rule out the fact that the origins of Paula Yates's odd behaviour may have developed due to the lack of care from her primary care giver, in this case Helene Thornton, then it would be no surprise to find out that Helene may have needed psychiatric help too. Early psychiatric intervention may have helped Helene become aware of her own problems this may have corrected her abusive parenting style and helped Paula feel safe and secure. If this had happened early enough, during Paula Yates's infancy, then Paula might not have gravitated towards suicidal self-destructive behaviour.
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Letty
 
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Reply Fri 17 Mar, 2006 05:27 am
Good morning, WA2K listeners and contributors.

First let me say that dj's bio about Paula Yates is very disconcerting. It is so difficult for people to maintain a normalcy about their lives when they are in the public eye. What a tragic situation, and better explains the lyrics to Diamond Smiles.

Well, let's open our station with some diamonds this morning, listeners:

By Neil (guess who)

Bring her on up;
take her on down.
Hearin' you laugh, babe,
it's a lonely sound.
Leavin' your home
on a midnight plane;
hearin' you call, babe,
in the sound of the rain.

Diamond girls.
Is there anybody there at the end of the night?
Is it worth what you pay with your soul?
When you look in the mirror, do you see it right?
Diamond girls aren't made to grow old.

Small-town child in the city of dreams.
What it was, baby, ain't what it seems.
Staking her life on travelin' bands;
spendin' that soul, yeah, on the one-night stands.

Bring her on up;
take her on down.
Hearin' you laugh, babe,
it's a lonely sound.
Leavin' your home
on a midnight plane;
hearin' you call, babe,
in the sound of the rain.

Diamond girls.
Is there anybody there at the end of the night?
Is it worth what you pay with your soul?
When you look in the mirror, do you see it right?
Diamond girls aren't made to grow old.

Hard times.
Makin' your way, baby,
any way you can.
But I hear you callin'
and I know you need me.

Diamond girls.
Is there anybody there at the end of the night?
Is it worth what you pay with your soul?
When you look in the mirror, do you see it right?
Diamond girls aren't made to grow old.
Diamond girls.
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