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and let it be my goodnight song, folks:


Your love is liftin' me higher
Than I've ever been lifted before

Your love is liftin' me higher
Than I've ever been lifted before
So Keep it up, quench my desire
And I'll be at your side forever more
Now once, I was downhearted
Disappointment was my closest friend
But you came, he soon departed
And he never showed his face again

Oooooh, I'm so glad I finally found you
Your that one in a million man
When you wrap your lovin' arms around me
I can stand up and face the world again

Your love is liftin' me highter
Than I've ever been lifted before
So keep it up, quench my desire
And I'll be at your side forever more.

What a great song to drift on.

From Letty with.....

wow

back from a very enjoyable visit with the t.o. crew


bogowow, set, beth, joeblow and me

great food, good conversation, and then some great music courtesy of the happy pals, a new orleans style blues, dixieland consortium

saw some old haunts and met some new freinds (well real people to go with the virtual freindships already established), many thanks to beth for rallying the troops

this song doesn't really capture the mood of the day, but it was played by the band, so here we go

Don't Get Around Much Anymore
Nat King Cole

Missed the Saturday dance
Heard they crowded the floor
Couldn't bear it without you
Don't get around much anymore

Thought I'd visit the club
Got as far as the door
They'd have asked me about you
Don't get around much anymore

Oh, Darling I guess my mind's more at ease
But nevertheless, why stir up memories

Been invited on dates
Might have gone but what for
Awfully different without you
Don't get around much anymore

Woohoo! Was this your first meeting, dj?

yep, but after about two seconds everybody's talking like we've known each other for years

Had ehBeth just issued the 4-word edict to Set? He looks a mite grumpy.

(Thanks for the pic!)

Think so? I was just about to say I thought he looked to be in a better mood than usual.






Glad you had a good time, dj.

Good morning, WA2K listens, fans, and photographers. <smile>

First, let us welcome, soz and Littlek to our studio. Stick around, gals.

Now let's take a look at these folks in the group. There's Bo the brat in vandyke; Setanta the insouciant; Beth the TLCee; Jo the tolerant, and our own dj in hooded sweat.

You wonderful people. I love you all and thanks, dj, for the Saturday song.

This photo goes right up there among the socially acceptable people.

Shall we play a song for our quintet, folks?

Artist: Five Fingers Of Funk
Song: Look At Where You At
Album: Slap Me Five
[" Slap Me Five " CD]

Funky fresh tracks I'm strapped with a pack
Pump the real rap false crap to the back
I stay true to the vibe and the flavor the old school
Gave you what all others lacked
Integrity contained in the grain of the lines
Artistic expression conveyed in the rhymes
Critics dismissed it and dissed it and wished it would die
But it lifted and strengthened the mind
Now the nineties are here so have fear it's getting washed out
All the original vibes are being tossed out
Taken from the streets and jacked for the beats
These companies are weak their songs incomplete
They seek to sell hip hop but instead they disrespect it
Dissect it use what they can sell and then neglect it
Everywhere I turn I find a sucker with a rhyme
Not an M.C. 'cause an M.C. knows the time
Rap is popping up like toast from coast to coast
They try to boast that their style is so dope
But it won't last a round when the real sound macks
"For all the pioneers I'm going way back"
Go back... to the Funky 97
Lyrics have been kicking hard from day one
I wake around noon I squint at the sun
Consider all my chores each day I catch more
Throw on my drawers before I get the job done
I step out the apt. without delay
Walkman pumping "It's a brand new day"
I'm gonna meet the keen-one when suddenly I see some
Ducks in a truck playing "Ice Ice Babe"
Down upon my ears my worst fears had ascended
I guess I must admit that at the **** I was offended
They proceeded to park stepped in the minute-mart
I thought to myself "The situation is splendid"
I stepped up to it and began to analyze the
Scene in green I tagged my name "Pete Miser"
Wide strokes in green dripping down the hood while I'm flipping
The pilot in my pocket is my duty to advise a
Bandwagon buster not to dis hip hop
The **** they hit it makes me wonder how they get props
As if you didn't know it takes the skills to flow
Go back to the lab 'cause if you step you'll get dropped
Go back... to the Funky 97
Go back to that rack of wax and two twelves
'Cause back then we'd rap when caps sent the braincells
Flying toys dying many punks sunk denying
Their fronting ain't it something fluffing nothings still trying
To come off but the drums lost their weak minds
I cultivate a great state of thought caught between lines
These toys nowadays employ the sound waves
To get paid and laid but still played the proud ways
Don't understand the plan the man or my reasons
Wack rhyme's a crime and I'm trying you for treason
You're a goner if I catch you on a corner in a freestyle
But I never will you lack skills that's why you're on trial
Go back to the basics or face it your fake ****
Wastes airspace it's a disgrace when you make it
If it don't sell well tell me would you do it?
If not then hot shot you'd better not pursue it
Go back... to the Funky 97

And that's our hip-hop for 2006.

Melodie d'Amour
The Ames Brothers lyrics

Melodie d'amour, take this song to my lover
Shoo, shoo little bird, go and find my love
Melodie d'amour, serenade at her window
Shoo, shoo little bird, sing my song of love

Oh, tell her I will wait, if she names a date
Tell her that I care, more than I can bear
For when we are apart, how it hurts my heart
So fly oh fly away and say that I hope and pray
This lovers melody will bring her back to me

Melodie d'amour, take this song to my lover
Shoo, shoo little bird, go and find my love
Melodie d'amour, serenade at her window
shoo, shoo little bird, tell her of my love

Oh, tell her how I yearn, long for her return
Say I miss her so, more than she could know
For when we are apart, how it hurts my heart
So fly, oh, fly away and say that I hope and pray
This lover's melody will bring her back to me

Melodie d'amour, serenade at her window
Shoo, shoo little bird, tell her of my love

A bright good morning to one and all.

UP WHERE WE BELONG
(Joe Cocker and Jennifer Warnes)

Who knows what tomorrow brings
in a world, few hearts survive
All I know, is the way I feel
When it's real, I keep my hopes alive

The road is long
There are mountains in our way
But we climb steps every day

Love lift us up where we belong
Where the eagles cry, on a mountain high
Love lift us up where we belong
Far from the world we know

Up where the clear winds blow
Some hang on to "used-to-be"
Live their lives locking behind
All we have is here and now
All our lives, out there to find

The road is long
There are mountains in our way
But we climb steps every day

Love lift us up where we belong
Where the eagles cry, on a mountain high
Love lift us up where we belong
Far from the world we know

Up where the clear winds blow
Time goes by
No time to cry
Life's you and I, alive, baby
Love lift us up where we belong
Where the eagles cry, on a mountain high

Love lift us up where we belong
Far from the world we know
Up where the clear winds blow
Love lift us up where we belong
Where the eagles cry, on a mountain high

Love lift us up where we belong
Far from the world we know
Up where the clear winds blow ...

Good morning, Texas. By jove, I know that song. Hmmm. Trying to remember what series Ed Ames starred in? Daniel Boone?

and a bright good morning to our Try. And in answer:

He Ain't Heavy He's My Brother Lyrics (Neil Diamond)



Neil Diamond - He Ain't Heavy He's My Brother Lyrics

The road is long with many awaiting turns
That lead us to who knows where,
who knows where
But I'm strong,
strong enough to carry him
He ain't heavy, he's my brother

So long we go
His welfare is my concern
No burden is he to bare, we'll get there

For I know
he would not encumber me
He ain't heavy, he's my brother

If Im laden at all,
I I am laden with sadness that
everyone's heart isn't filled with the gladness
I am alone for one and other

It's so long long road
From there is no return
while we're on the way to live why not share

And the load doesn't weigh me down at all
He ain't heavy , he's my brother

He's my brother
He ain't heavy
He's my brother
He's my brother
He ain't heavy
He's my brother

After his stint with the Ames Brothers, Ed Ames played in Daniel Boone, then launched a solo career singing.

Well, edgar. Thanks for that verification. How about a song for the pioneer:


Daniel Boone was a man,
Yes, a big man!
With an eye like an eagle
And as tall as a mountain was he!
Daniel Boone was a man,
Yes, a big man!
He was brave, he was fearless
And as tough as a mighty oak tree!

From the coonskin cap on the top of ol' Dan
To the heel of his rawhide shoe;
The rippin'est, roarin'est, fightin'est man
The frontier ever knew!

Daniel Boone was a man,
Yes, a big man!
And he fought for America
To make all Americans free!

What a Boone! What a doer!
What a dream come-er-true-er was he!

Daniel Boone was a man!
Yes, a big man!
With a whoop and a holler
he c'd mow down a forest of trees!

Daniel Boone was a man!
Yes, a big man!
If he frowned at a river
In July all the water would freeze!

But a peaceable, pioneer fella was Dan
When he smiled all the ice would thaw!
The singin'est, laughin'est, happiest man
The frontier ever saw!

Daniel Boone was a man!
Yes, a big man!
With a dream of a country that'd
Always forever be free!

What a Boone! What a do-er!
What a dream-come-er-true-er was he!

Danial Boone
by Arthur Cuiterman

Daniel Boone at twenty-one
Came with his tomahawk, knife, and gun
Home from the French and Indian War
To North Carolina and the Yadkin shore.
He married his maid with a golden band,
Builded his house and cleared his land;
But the deep woods claimed their son again
And he turned his face from the homes of men.
Over the Blue Ridge, dark and lone,
The Mountains of Iron, the Hills of Stone,
Braving the Shawnee's jealous wrath,
He made his way on the Warrior's Path.
Alone he trod the shadowed trails;
But he was lord of a thousand vales
As he roved Kentucky, far and near,
Hunting the buffalo, elk, and deer.
What joy to see, what joy to win
So fair a land for his kith and kin,
Of streams unstained and woods unhewn!
"Elbow room!" laughed Daniel Boone.


On the Wilderness Road that his axmenmade
The settlers flocked to the first stockade;
The deerskin shirts and the coonskin caps
Filed through the glens and the mountaingaps;
And hearts were high in the fateful spring
When the land said "Nay!" to the stubbornking.
While the men of the East of farm and town
Strove with the troops of the British Crown,
Daniel Boone from a surge of hate
Guarded a nation's westward gate.
Down in the fort in a wave of flame
The Shawnee horde and the Mingo came,
And the stout logs shook in a storm of lead;
But Boone stood firm and the savage fled.
Peace! And the settlers flocked anew,
The farm lands spread, the town lands grew;
But Daniel Boone was ill at ease
When he saw the smoke in his forest trees.
"There'll be no game in the country soon.
Elbow room!" cried Daniel Boone.


Straight as a pine at sixty-five
Time enough for a man to thrive
He launched his bateau on Ohio's breast
And his heart was glad as he oared it west;
There were kindly folk and his own trueblood
Where great Missouri rolls his flood;
New woods, new streams, and room to spare,
And Daniel Boone found comfort there.
Yet far he ranged toward the sunset still,
Where the Kansas runs and the Smoky Hill,
And the prairies toss, by the south windblown;
And he killed his bear on the Yellowstone.
But ever he dreamed of new domains
With vast woods and wider plains;
Ever he dreamed of a world-to-be
Where there are no bounds and the soul isfree.
At fourscore-five, still stout and hale,
He heard a call to a farther trail;
So he turned his face where the stars arestrewn;
"Elbow room!" sighed Daniel Boone.

Well, there he is in all his OP glory, folks.

Incidentally, folks. A section of the Wilderness Road is in Virginia.

hehehehehehehehe


<it was in fact a matter of some discussion>


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It was some fun, getting some of the WA2K regulars <radio staff and listeners> together. The restaurant sign changed names, but the menu didn't. The zippered and zipperless talked and ate and laughed and ate. Joeblow, aka Long and Lean, suggested a beverage. I, aka NowhereNearLongandLean, suggested Grossman's.

The Happy Pals. Hard to talk over.

"I'm 43"

The Happy Pals ... audio samples included

"He ain't heavy, he's my brother"- that's a famous quotation in America, isn't it?

Happy Pals looked great, Beth. Especially like the idea of New Orleans jazz being revisited in TO.

McTag. That song is a tribute to Boy's Town, buddy.

It was started by Father Flanagan for homeless and abused kids.



He ain't heavy, he's my brother was the response of one kid carrying his brother on his back, and has far reaching implications for all of our listeners.

and speaking of Canada, listeners.

News from the animal world:

Canadian Seal Hunt Begins Amid Protests By PHIL COUVRETTE, Associated Press Writer
Sun Mar 26, 12:42 AM ET



GULF OF ST. LAWRENCE - Sealers took to the thawing ice floes off the Atlantic Ocean on Saturday, the first day of Canada's contentious seal hunt, confronting animal rights activists who claim the annual cull is cruel.

Protesters dodged flying seal guts pitched at them by angry hunters on the first day of the spring leg of the world's largest seal slaughter. Reporters and activists tried to get as close as permitted to the hunt on the Gulf of St. Lawrence, but their presence infuriated sealers hunting for scarce animals on small, drifting ice pans.

At one point, a sealing vessel charged up to a small inflatable Zodiac boat carrying protesters, and a fisherman flung seal intestines at the observers.

"They threw carcasses at our Zodiac and they came rushing at us in their boat and tried to capsize us in the wake," Rebecca Aldworth of the Humane Society told The Associated Press. "This is standard behavior out here; the sealers feel that they're completely above the law."

Robert Frost
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Robert Lee Frost (March 26, 1874 - January 29, 1963) was an American poet. Frost received four Pulitzer Prizes among other honors.

Biography

Although he is most commonly associated with New England, Frost was born in San Francisco to Isabelle Moodie, of Scottish birth, and William Prescott Frost, Jr., a descendant of a Devonshire Frost who had sailed to New Hampshire in 1634. His father was a former teacher turned newspaper man, a hard drinker, a gambler, and a harsh disciplinarian, who fought to succeed in politics for as long as his health allowed.

Frost lived in California until he was 11. After the death of his father, he moved with his mother and sister to eastern Massachusetts near his paternal grandparents. His mother joined the Swedenborgian church and had him baptized in it, but he left it as an adult. He grew up a city boy and published his first poem in Lawrence, Massachusetts. He attended Dartmouth College for just less then a semester, while there he joined the fraternity, Theta Delta Chi. He went back home to teach and work at various jobs including factory work and newspaper delivery. In 1894 he sold his first poem, My Butterfly, to The Independent for $15. Proud of this accomplishment he asked Elinor Miriam White to marry him. They had graduated co-valedictorians from their high-school and had kept up their relationship. She refused, feeling that she wanted to finish school before they married. Frost felt that there was another man and went on a pointless journey to the Dismal Swamp in Virginia. He came back later that year and asked Elinor again, she accepted and they were married in December 1895.

They taught school together until 1897. Frost then entered Harvard University for two years. He did well, but felt he had to return home due to his health and because his wife was expecting a second child. His grandfather purchased him a farm in New Hampshire. He stayed there for nine years and wrote many of the poems that would make up his first works. The attempt at poultry farming did not prove successful enough and he was forced to take up another job at Pinkerton Academy, a secondary school.

In 1912 Frost sailed with his family to Glasgow , later settling in Beaconsfield, outside London.

His first book of poetry, A Boy's Will, was published the next year. In England he made some crucial contacts including Edward Thomas (a member of the group known as the Dymock poets), T. E. Hulme, and Ezra Pound, who was the first American to write a (favourable) review of Frost's work. Frost wrote some of the best pieces of his work while living in England.

Frost returned to America in 1915, bought a farm in Franconia, New Hampshire and launched a career of writing, teaching and lecturing. From 1916 to 1938, he was an English professor at Amherst College. He encouraged his writing students to bring the sound of the human voice to their craft.

He recited his work, The Gift Outright, at the inauguration of President John F. Kennedy in 1961 and represented the United States on several official missions. He also became known for poems that include an interplay of voices, such as Death of the Hired Man. Other highly acclaimed poems include Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Mending Wall, Nothing Gold Can Stay, Birches, After Apple Picking, The Pasture, Fire and Ice, The Road Not Taken, and Directive. Frost won the Pulitzer Prize four times, a great achievement for a poet.

On his death on January 29, 1963, Robert Frost was buried in the Old Bennington Cemetery, in Bennington, Vermont. Harvard's 1965 alumni directory indicates his having received an honorary degree. Frost also received an honorary degree from Bates College. During his later years he spent summers in Ripton, Vermont and participated in the Bread Loaf Writers' Conference at Middlebury College. During his life, the Robert Frost Middle School in Fairfax, Virginia and the main library of Amherst College were named after him. In 1971, the Robert Frost Middle School in Rockville, Maryland was named after him.

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

Robert Frost

Poetry

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Tennessee Williams
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia


Thomas Lanier Williams III (March 26, 1911 - February 25, 1983), better known by the pen name Tennessee Williams, was a major American playwright and one of the prominent playwriters in the twentieth century. The name "Tennessee" was a name given to him by college friends because of his southern accent and his father's background in Tennessee. He won the Pulitzer Prize for Drama for A Streetcar Named Desire in 1948 and for Cat On a Hot Tin Roof in 1955. In addition to those two plays, The Glass Menagerie in 1945 and The Night of the Iguana in 1961 received the New York Drama Critics' Circle Awards. His 1952 play The Rose Tattoo (dedicated to his partner, Frank Merlo), received the Tony Award for best play. Genre critics maintain that Williams writes in the Southern Gothic style.


Biography

Tennessee Williams's family was a troubled one that provided inspiration for much of his writings. He was born in Columbus, Mississippi, and his family moved to Clarksdale, Mississippi by the time he was 3. In 1918, the family moved again to St. Louis, Missouri. His father, Cornelius Williams, was a travelling shoe salesman who became increasingly abusive as his children grew older. Edwina Williams, Tennessee's mother, was a descendant of genteel southern life, and was somewhat smothering. Dakin Williams, Tennessee's brother, was often favored over Tennessee by their father. In the early 1930's Williams attended the University of Missouri where he was a member of the Alpha Tau Omega fraternity and by 1935, Williams wrote his first publicly performed play, "Cairo, Shanghai, Bombay!" at 1917 Snowden in Memphis, Tennessee. It was first performed in 1935 at 1780 Glenview, also in Memphis.

Williams lived in the French Quarter of New Orleans, Louisiana. He first moved there in 1939 to write for the WPA and lived first at 722 Toulouse Street (now a bed and breakfast). He wrote A Streetcar Named Desire (1947) while living at 632 St. Peter Street.

Tennessee was close to his sister, Rose Williams, who had perhaps the greatest influence on him. She was an elegant, slim beauty who was diagnosed with schizophrenia, and spent most of her adult life in mental hospitals. After various unsuccessful attempts at therapy, her parents eventually allowed a prefrontal lobotomy in an effort to treat her. The operation, performed in 1943, in Washington, D.C., went badly, and Rose remained incapacitated for the rest of her life.

Rose's failed lobotomy was a hard blow to Tennessee, who never forgave his parents for allowing the operation. It may have been one of the factors that drove him to alcoholism. The common "mad heroine" theme that appears in many of his plays may have been influenced by his sister.

Characters in his plays are often seen to be direct representations of his family members. Laura Wingfield in The Glass Menagerie is understood to be modelled on Rose. Some biographers say that the character of Blanche DuBois in A Streetcar Named Desire is based on her as well. The motif of lobotomy also arises in Suddenly, Last Summer. Amanda Wingfield in The Glass Menagerie can easily be seen to represent Williams's mother. Many of his characters are considered autobiographical, including Tom Wingfield in The Glass Menagerie and Sebastian in Suddenly, Last Summer. Actress Anne Meacham was a close personal friend of Tennessee Williams and played the lead in many of his plays, including but not limited to Suddenly, Last Summer.

In his memoirs, he claims he became sexually active as a teenager. His biographer, Lyle Leverich, maintained this actually occurred later, in his late 20s. His physical and emotional relationship with his secretary, Frank Merlo, lasted from 1947 until Merlo's death from cancer in 1961, and provided stability when Williams produced his most enduring works. Merlo provided balance to many of Williams's frequent bouts with depression, especially the fear that like his sister, Rose, he would become insane. The death of his lover drove Williams into a deep, decade-long episode of depression.

Tennessee Williams was the victim of a gay-bashing in January 1979 in Key West, being beaten by five teenage boys, but was not seriously injured. The episode was part of a spate of anti-gay violence that had occurred after a local Baptist minister ran an anti-gay newspaper ad. Some of his literary critics spoke ill of the "excesses" present in his work, but these were, for the most part, merely attacks on Williams's sexuality.

Tennessee Williams died at the age of 71 after he choked on a bottle cap. However, some (among them his brother, Dakin) believe Williams was murdered. Alternately, the police report from his death seems to indicate that drugs were involved, as it states that pills were found under his body.

Williams was interred in the Calvary Cemetery, St. Louis, Missouri, despite his stated desire to be buried at sea at approximately the same place as the poet Hart Crane, whom he considered one of his most significant influences. He left his literary rights to Sewanee: The University of the South in honor of his grandfather, Walter Dakin, an alumnus of the university located in Sewanee, Tennessee. The funds today support a creative writing program.

In 1989 Williams was inducted into the St. Louis Walk of Fame.

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