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You know, listeners, I thought a cyclone and a tornado were one and the same. It ain't necessarily so. We'll be holding good thoughts for hingehead:


Artist: George Gershwin
Song: It Ain'T Necessarily So
Album: Porgy & Bess-Hlts


It ain't necessarily so
It ain't necessarily so
The t'ings dat yo' li'ble
To read in de Bible,
It ain't necessarily so.

Li'l David was small, but oh my !
Li'l David was small, but oh my !
He fought Big Goliath
Who lay down an' dieth !
Li'l David was small, but oh my !

Wadoo, zim bam boddle-oo,
Hoodle ah da wa da,
Scatty wah !
Oh yeah !...

Oh Jonah, he lived in de whale,
Oh Jonah, he lived in de whale,
Fo' he made his home in
Dat fish's abdomen.
Oh Jonah, he lived in de whale.

Li'l Moses was found in a stream.
Li'l Moses was found in a stream.
He floated on water
Till Ol' Pharaoh's daughter,
She fished him, she said, from dat stream.

Wadoo ...

Well, it ain't necessarily so
Well, it ain't necessarily so
Dey tells all you chillun
De debble's a villun,
But it ain't necessarily so !

To get into Hebben
Don' snap for a sebben !
Live clean ! Don' have no fault !
Oh, I takes dat gospel
Whenever it's pos'ble,
But wid a grain of salt.

Methus'lah lived nine hundred years,
Methus'lah lived nine hundred years,
But who calls dat livin'
When no gal will give in
To no man what's nine hundred years ?

I'm preachin' dis sermon to show,
It ain't nece-ain't nece
Ain't nece-ain't nece
Ain't necessarily ... so !

Harry Rag
The Kinks

Ah, Tom is young and Tom is bold
Tom is as bold as the knights of old
But whenever he gets in a bit of a jam
There's nothing he won't do to get a harry rag

Harry rag, harry rag
Do anything just to get a harry rag
And he curses himself for the life he's led
And rolls himself a harry rag and puts himself to bed

Ah, Tom's old ma is a dying lass
Soon they all reckon she'll be pushing up the grass
And her bones might ache and her skin might sag
But still she's got the strength to have a harry rag

Harry rag, harry rag
Do anything just to get a harry rag
And she curses herself for the life she's led
And rolls herself a harry rag and puts herself to bed

Ah, bless you tax man, bless you all
You may take some but you never take it all
But if I give it all, I won't feel sad
As long as I got enough to buy a harry rag

Harry rag, harry rag
Do anything just to get a harry rag
And I curse myself for the life I've led
And roll myself a harry rag and put myself to bed

Ah, the smart young ladies of the land
Can't relax without a harry in their hand
And they light one and they boast and brag
So content because they got a harry rag

Harry rag, harry rag
Do anything just to get a harry rag
And they'll light one and they'll boast and brag
So content because they got a harry rag

Harry rag, harry rag
I'll do anything just to get a harry rag
And I curse myself for the life I've led
And roll myself a harry rag and put myself to bed

Oklahoma U.S.A.
The Kinks

All life we work but work is bore,
If life's for livin' what's livin' for,

She lives in a house that's near decay,
Built for the industrial revolution,
But in her dreams she is far away,
In Oklahoma U.S.A.
With Shirley Jones and Gordon McRea,

As she buys her paper at the corner shop,
She's walkin' on the surrey with the fringe on top,
Cos in her dreams she is far away,
In Oklahoma U.S.A.,

She walks to work but she's still in a daze,
She's Rita Hayworth or Doris Day,
And Errol Flynn's gonna take her away,
To Oklahoma U.S.A.,

All life we work but work is a bore,
If life's for livin' then what's livin' for.

Ah, dj. You do inspire me because the name Harry was just enough of a clue to remember the titans. <smile>



Later, Canada, an Oklahoma observation.

i see, but do you understand "harry rag" as it pertains to the song

Well, dj. I thought about "the hair shirt", but I'm certain that was not it.

Some kind of mind altering drug?

While we wait for you to clue us in, Canada. Here's a song that I love:



The Oklahoma State Folk Song
Oklahoma Hills
words and music by Woody and Jack Guthrie

Many a month has come and gone
Since I've wandered from my home
In those Oklahoma Hills
Where I was born
Many a page of my life has turned
Many lessons I have learned
And I feel like in those hills
Where I belong

CHORUS:
Way down yonder in the Indian nation
Ridin' my pony on the reservation
In the Oklahoma Hills where I was born
Way down yonder in the Indian nation
A cowboy's life is my occupation
In the Oklahoma Hills where I was born

But as I sit here today
Many miles I am away
From the place I rode my pony
Through the draw
Where the oak and black-jack trees
Kiss the playful prairie breeze
And I feel back in those hills
Where I belong

CHORUS

Now as I turn life a page
To the land of the great Osage
In those Oklahoma hills
Where I was born
Where the black oil rolls and flows
And the snow white cotton grows
And I feel like in those hills
Where I belong

Well, listeners, with the song of the hills I must say goodnight. Perhaps our dj will tell us about the "harry rag" tomorrow.

From Letty with love and a kiss to you all.

I thought Oklahoma was flat?

Where do they grow the corn?

Good morning, WA2K fans and contributors. Still dark here but I am happy to say that my fever blister has gone away. Isn't that exciting news? <smile>

McTag, what a wonderful question. Let me explain about corn.

First, I understand that there are corn squeezins
Next, There is corn pudding. (delicious)
Then, there is fried corn. (a great dish that me mom made from an old Virginia recipe)
Finally, there is wonderful corn on the cob, and that can be either white or yellow corn.

Then there is the expression, "How corny can you get". Never did understand the etymology of that.

Oh, yes. I forgot corn starch. What was your question about Oklahoma?

Oooooohooo klahoma
where the wind blow clear across the hills?

That doesn't fit.

I asked a question about swimming "trunks". Why do we call them trunks? Nobody answered. Shame on you.

It turns out that this is an american usage originally, first recorded sighting in print, 1832.
But it does have the connotation of fitting close to the torso or "trunk" of the body

More information on application. The word "trunk" has many entries in a good big old dictionary.

Let's see, folks. Can we help out our Brit?

"...the corn is as high as an elephant's eye, and an old weeping willow is winking her eye...."

Hmmmm. That's not it.

Let's try again. Hey, where is our Try, anyway?

Well, Brit. I think Mark Twain should have said, " That awful English language."

trunk of a tree
elephant's trunk
a trunk in the attic
swimming trunks
trunk of a car.

There is even an Indie rock song by Madagascar called, "If Manatees had Trunks."

Has our Prince G gone to Dubai yet?

it's an example of cockney/british slang

the example i've found spells it differently, it was explained to me as a home rolled cigarette

Harry Wragg Fag (cigarette)

other examples

Oily Rag
Toe-Rag
Spit and a drag ("I'm goin' aht fer a spit")
Jet Lag

Good morning, dj. My gawd, Canada, thanks for the explanation. Cockney rhyming is a puzzle, no?

Ah, yes, folks. That explains this old WWI song:

Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
And smile, smile, smile.
While you've a lucifer to light your fag,
Smile boys that's the style.

What's the use of worrying,
It never was worth while,
Sooooooooooooooo
Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag,
And smile, smile, smile.

Oh, it is good to be back after a day of classical music. Those guys sure knew how to compose beautiful music, but came up short on the lyrics.


Hammond Albert Lyrics - Free Electric Band

My father is a doctor, he's a familiy man
My mother works for charity whenever she can
They're both good clean Americans who abide by the law
They both stick up for liberty and they both support the war.

My happiness was paid for when they laid their money down
For summers in a summercamp and winters in the town
My future in the system was talked about and planned
But I gave it up for music and the Free Electric Band.

I went to school in handwashed shirts with neatly oiled hair
And the school was big and newly built and filled with light and air
And the teacher taught us values that we had to learn to keep
And they clipped the ear of many idle kid who went to sleep.

Till my father organised for me a college in the east
But I went to California for the sunshine and the beach
My parents and my lecturers could never understand
Why I gave it up for music and the Free electric band.

Well they used to sit and speculated upon their son's career
A lawyer or a docter or a civil engineer
Just give me bread and water, put a guitar in my hand
'Cos all I need is music and the Free Electric Band.

My father sent me money and I spent it pretty fast
On a girl I met in Berkley in a social science class
Yes and we learned about her body but her mind we did not know
Until deep routed attitudes and morals began to show
She wanted to get married even though she never said
And I knew her well enough by now to see inside her head
She'd settle for suburbia and a little patch of land
So I gave it up for music and the Free Electric Band.

Oooh the Free Electric Band.
shaladah badup dup dee dee dee with Free Electric Band.
shaladah badup dup dee dee dee with Free Electric Band.
Etc…

Good day to all.

This is for McTag who thought the wind blew clear across the hills in Oklahoma. No, No, Mctag -

Oklahoma, where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain
And the wavin' wheat can sure smell sweet
When the wind comes right behind the rain.

Loads of entertainment folks born today. Be back with some pics.

Well, there's our Try. You know something, dear? There are many lyrics to classical music; unfortunately, I can't seem to locate them. Love your Free Electric lyrics as they are the antithesis to too much of a good thing.<smile>

Hey, Raggedy. What do Brits know about Oklahoma? Always great to see your celebs and pictures, honey.

Listeners, what do you want to bet that our Bob did his karaoke thing last evening.

Wishing a Happy 89th Birthday to Dame Vera Lynn, "The Forces Sweetheart" during WWII.

We'll meet again
Don't know where
Don't know when
But I know we'll meet again some sunny day

Keep smilin' through
Just like you always do
Till the blue skies drive the dark clouds far away

So will you please say hello
To the folks that I know
Tell them I won't be long
They'll be happy to know
That as you saw me go
I was singing this song

We'll meet again
Don't know where
Don't know when
But I know we'll meet again some sunny day



To be continued -----

Vera Lynn, Raggedy. Ah, yes. I remember her. Amazing that the woman is still with us.

While we wait for our Raggedy, folks:

Song: Till We Meet Again Lyrics

Smile the while you kiss me sad adieu.

When the clouds roll by I'll come to you.
then the skies will seem more blue.
Down in lovers lane, my dearie.
Wedding bells will ring so merrily.
Ev'ry tear will be a memory. So wait
and pray each night for me.

Till we meet...again.