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Well, you're here, ain't ya? That's all that really matters, honey.

Let's continue with The Lady and the Tramp, this time by old blue eyes:

» The Lady Is A Tramp

She gets too hungry for dinner at eight.
She like the theatre and never comes late.
She never bothers with people she hates.
That's why the lady is a tramp.
Doens't like crapgames with barons or earls.
Won't go to Harlem in ermine and pearls.
Won't dish the dirt with the rest of the girls.
That's why the lady is a tramp.
She like the free fresh wind in her hair, life without care.
She's broke and it's oke.
Hates California, it's cold and it's damp.
That's why the lady is a tramp.
She gets too hungry to wait for dinner at eight.
She loves the theatre, but never comes late.
She'd never bother with people she'd hate.
That's why the lady is a tramp.
She'll have no crapgames with sharpies and frogs.
And she won't go to Harlem in Lincolns or Fords.
And she won't dish the dirt with the rest of the broads.
That's why the lady is a tramp.
She loves the free fresh wind in her hair,
life without care. She's broke but it's oke.
Hates California, it's so cold and so damp.
That's why the lady. that's why the lady,
that's why the lady is a tramp.

Robbie Williams did that one as well.

this is home in so many ways, you're right there

On the Street Where You Live

I have often walked down this street before;
But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before.
All at once am I Several stories high.
Knowing I'm on the street where you live.

Are there lilac trees in the heart of town?
Can you hear a lark in any other part of town?
Does enchantment pour Out of ev'ry door?
No, it's just on the street where you live!

And oh! The towering feeling
Just to know somehow you are near.
The overpowering feeling
That any second you may suddenly appear!

People stop and stare. They don't bother me.
For there's no where else on earth that I would rather be.
Let the time go by, I won't care if I
Can be here on the street where you live.

and from the same musical, dj.

Artist: Lyrics
Song: Wouldn't It be Loverly? Lyrics

It's rather dull in town, I think I'll take me to Paree.
Mmmmmm.
The mistress wants to open up
The castle in Capri.
Me doctor recommends a quiet summer by the sea!
Mmmm, Mmmm, wouldn't it be loverly?
All I want is a room somewhere,
Far away from the cold night air.
With one enormous chair,
Aow, wouldn't it be loverly?
Lots of choc'lates for me to eat,
Lots of coal makin' lots of 'eat.
Warm face, warm 'ands, warm feet,
Aow, wouldn't it be loverly?
Aow, so loverly sittin' abso-bloomin'-lutely still.
I would never budge 'till spring
Crept over me windowsill.
Someone's 'ead restin' on my knee,
Warm an' tender as 'e can be. 'ho takes good care of me,
Aow, wouldn't it be loverly?
Loverly, loverly, loverly, loverly
[REPEAT]

I've Grown Accustomed to Her Face

Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn!
I've grown accustomed to her face.
She almost makes the day begin.
I've grown accustomed to the tune that
She whistles night and noon.
Her smiles, her frowns,
Her ups, her downs
Are second nature to me now;
Like breathing out and breathing in.
I was serenely independent and content before we met;
Surely I could always be that way again-
And yet
I've grown accustomed to her look;
Accustomed to her voice;
Accustomed to her face.

[Spoken]
"Marry Freddy." What an infantile idea. What a heartless,
wicked, brainless thing to do. But she'll regret, she'll
regret it. It's doomed before they even take the vow!

[Sung]
I can see her now, Mrs. Freddy Eynsford-Hill
In a wretched little flat above a store.
I can see her now, not a penny in the till,
And a bill collector beating at the door.
She'll try to teach the things I taught her,
And end up selling flowers instead.
Begging for her bread and water,
While her husband has his breakfast in bed.
In a year, or so, when she's prematurely grey,
And the blossom in her cheek has turned to chalk.
She'll come home, and lo, he'll have upped and run away
With a social-climbing heiress from New York.
Poor Eliza. How simply frightful!
How humiliating! How delightful!
How poignant it'll be on that inevitable night
When she hammers on my door in tears and rags.
Miserable and lonely, repentant and contrite.
Will I take her in or hurl her to the walls?
Give her kindness or the treatment she deserves?
Will I take her back or throw the baggage out?

But I'm a most forgiving man;
The sort who never could, ever would,
Take a position and staunchly never budge.
A most forgiving man.
But, I shall never take her back,
If she were even crawling on her knees.
Let her promise to atone;
Let her shiver, let her moan;
I'll slam the door and let the hell-cat freeze!

[Spoken]
"Marry Freddy"-h a!

[Sung]
But I'm so used to hear her say
"Good morning" ev'ry day.
Her joys, her woes,
Her highs, her lows,
Are second nature to me now;
Like breathing out and breathing in.
I'm very grateful she's a woman
And so easy to forget;
Rather like a habit
One can always break-
And yet,
I've grown accustomed to the trace
Of something in the air;
Accustomed to her face.

listening to the Mike Murley concert in the radio has put me in mind of ...

When I'm not playing solitaire
I take a book down from the shelf
And what with programs on the air
I keep pretty much to myself.
Missed the Saturday dance
Hear they crowded the floor
Couldn't bear it without you
Don't Get Around Much Anymore
Though i'd visit the club
Got as far as the door
They'd have asked about you
Don't Get Around Much Anymore
Darling I guess my mind's more at case
But nevertheless
Why stir up memories
Been invited on dates
Might have gone but what for
Awf'lly diff'rent without you
Don't Get Around Much Anymore.
Missed the Saturday dance
Hear they crowded the floor
Couldn't bear it without you
Don't Get Around Much Anymore
Though i'd visit the club
Got as far as the door
They'd have asked about you
Don't Get Around Much Anymore
Darling I guess my mind's more at case
But nevertheless
Why stir up memories
Been invited on dates
Might have gone but what for
Awf'lly diff'rent without you
Don't Get Around Much Anymore.

You know, folks. That was probably one of the most fantastic musicals ever written.

Thanks, Texas, and Canada, for the marvelous reminder.

The time has come to say goodnight, and when I awake I hope to see all those smiling faces in our studio.

The Sonny Rollins quintet did this version:

Our love
Is a dream, but in my reverie
I can see that this love was meant for me
Only a poor fool
Never schooled in the whirlpool
Of romance could be so cruel
As you are to me
My dreams are as worthless as tin to me
Without you life will never begin to be
So love me
As I love you in my reverie
Make my dream a reality
Let's dispense with formality
Come to me in my reverie

From Letty with love

Well bloody hell that's amazing. Thanks, Edgar

McTag said, "Well bloody hell, that's amazing."<smile>

Good morning, WA2K listeners and contributors.

Hey, our Beth is back to a lilac lovely, folks. Missed your "Missed the Saturday Dance" last evening. That was another of my sister's songs, and I recall thinking the words were Mister Saturday Dance.

Letty is up early because there is so much to do that I have put off. Ah, well. That's the way that life goes, I guess. Perhaps coffee will help.

I recommend Cafe Direct "Machu Picchu" Letty. Sends a small cyclone through the brain, blasting out any cobwebs through the right ear.


Here's a song to sum up my mood lately. One minute my usual eccentric self, the next some stranger who is trying to analyze what life is all about.

It's getting better, and I should be back to normal after another week or so.
Thanks for the kind thoughts, by the way.......

ACROSS THE UNIVERSE (Beatles)

Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup,
They slither while they pass, they slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my open mind,
Possessing and caressing me.
Jai guru deva om
Nothing's gonna change my world,
Nothing's gonna change my world.

Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes,
That call me on and on across the universe,
Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box they
Tumble blindly as they make their way
Across the universe
Jai guru deva om
Nothing's gonna change my world,
Nothing's gonna change my world.

Sounds of laughter shades of earth are ringing
Through my open views inviting and inciting me
Limitless undying love which shines around me like a
Million suns, it calls me on and on
Across the universe
Jai guru deva om
Nothing's gonna change my world,
Nothing's gonna change my world.
Nothing's gonna change my world,
Nothing's gonna change my world.

Good morning, L.E. Hey, buddy, I will have to try that Peruvian java. Certainly couldn't hurt a Letty that is in semi-ruins. <smile>

Believe me, Brit. There will be moments of the "down kind", but then there is always music such as you just played. Thanks, for that great Beatle song.

Quotes for the day:


Never pretend to a love which you do not actually feel, for love is not ours to command.
Alan Watts
To love deeply in one direction makes us more loving in all others.
Anne-Sophie Swetchine
Perhaps the feelings that we experience when we are in love represent a normal state. Being in love shows a person who he should be.
Anton Chekhov (1860 - 1904)

I really enjoyed reading Chekhov, especially his short story, "The Slander" because it explains the concept of a self-fulfilling prophecy.

Well bloody hell that's amazing. Thanks, Edgar


Thanks. I have always loved Shapiro.

You want to know something bloody odd?

In sifting through all the pile of unorganized debris, I came across an unopened card from buttercup:

Oh you whom I often and silently come
Where you are that I may be with you,
As I walk by your side or sit near, or
Remain in the same room with you,
Little you know the subtle electric fire
That for your sake is playing within me.

Walt Whitman.

Artist: The Doors
Song: Light My Fire Lyrics


You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you
Girl, we couldn't get much higher
Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire

The time to hesitate is through
No time to wallow in the mire
Try now we can only lose
And our love become a funeral pyre
Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire, yeah

The time to hesitate is through
No time to wallow in the mire
Try now we can only lose
And our love become a funeral pyre
Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire, yeah

You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you
Girl, we couldn't get much higher
Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire …


Good morning guys!

Good morning, Try. I love that song. Right! Light my fire cause it's still a little chilly here.<smile>

My goodness, folks, look what I found in the archives.

"Passing through the Fire"

Con Fuoco.

Flames! flames! terrible flames!
How they rise, how they mount, how they fly.
The heavens are spread with a fierce lurid glare,
Red heat is filling the earth with air,
While, mercy! mercy! We hear the despairing ones cry.

chorus: (Moderato) for alto, tenor, bass, and the air, and piano accompaniment

Passing thro' the fire! passing thro' the fire,
And it is our Father's hand,
Tho' we may not understand
Why we're passing thro' the fire,
passing thro' the fire!

Flames! flames! terrible flames!
How they sweep, how they rush, how they roar.
See the hideous tongues round the roof,
tree and spire,
As swells their wild carnival higher and higher,
Till falling! crashing! Our glorious
city's no more.

Flames! flames! terrible flames!
What a fearful destruction they bring.
What suff'ring and want in their train follow fast,
As forth on the streets homeless
thousands are cast,
But courage! courage! From the mid'st of the
furnace we sing.

That song was written about the great Chicago fire.

news from the world of golf:

Woods on '60 Minutes'

Woods says his family comes first.



The Associated Press
If you've somehow missed the promotional spots for Tiger Woods' interview on "60 Minutes" at 7 p.m. tonight, here are highlights offered by CBS:
Once he and wife Elin start their family, he'll cut back his tournament schedule.

"Without a doubt," Woods told Ed Bradley. "So I can be there for their entire development, entire youth, their entire life. I always want my kids to know their father. Family always comes first."

While his ailing father, Earl, gets most of the credit for his early golf training, Woods' mother, Kultida, a native of Thailand, instilled discipline and competitiveness.

"Mom was the one I was always afraid of," he said. "You have no idea how competitive my mom is."

A tamer tiger it seems, listeners.

Johnny Cash

Ring Of Fire Lyrics


Love is a burning thing
and it makes a firery ring
bound by wild desire
I fell in to a ring of fire...

I fell in to a burning ring of fire
I went down,down,down
and the flames went higher.
And it burns,burns,burns
the ring of fire
the ring of fire.

The taste of love is sweet
when hearts like our's meet
I fell for you like a child
oh, but the fire went wild..

I fell in to a burning ring of fire.....[etc]

Well, Try, I guess we better get the King back in the building:



Lord Almighty, feel my temperature rising.
Higher, higher, it's burning through to my soul.
Girl girl girl, you've gone and set me on fire.
My brain is flaming. I don't know which way to go.
Your kisses lift me higher, like the sweet song of a choir.
And you light my morning sky with burning love.
Ooh ooh ooh, I feel my temperature rising.
Help me, I'm flaming, I must be a hundred and nine.
Burning burning burning, and nothing can cool me.
I just might turn into smoke, but I feel fine.
Your kisses lift me higher, like the sweet song of a choir.
And you light my morning sky with burning love.
It's coming closer, the flames are now licking my body.
Won't you help me, I feel like I'm slipping away.
It's hard to breathe, my chest is a-heaving.
Lord have mercy, I'm burning a hole where I lay.
Your kisses lift me higher, like the sweet song of a choir.
And you light my morning sky with burning love.
I'm just a hunk, a hunk of burning love.
A hunk, a hunk of burning love...

I started to say dig him up, but that didn't sound proper.

Well:

I don't want to set the world on fire
I just want to start
A flame in your heart
In my heart I have but one desire
And that one is you
No other will do

I've lost all ambition for worldly acclaim
I just want to be the one you love
And with your admission that you feel the same
I'll have reached the goal I'm dreaming of

Believe me!
I don't want to set the world on fire
I just want to start
A flame in your heart


Oh, and a Happy 64th to Michael York. I thought he was so good in "Cabaret" with Liza Minnelli.



And a good day to all at WA2K.

There's our Raggedy, listeners. Love your flame song, honey.

My,my look at that Michael York. Didn't he play Tybalt in Romeo and Juliet an eternity ago?

Strange, most Shakespearean actors want to play the role of Mercutio in that tragedy.

How about the theme from Romeo and Juliet?

A time for us, some day there'll be
When chains are torn by courage born of a love that's free
A time when dreams so long denied can flourish
As we unveil the love we now must hide



A time for us, at last to see
A life worthwhile for you and me

And with our love, through tears and thorns
We will endure as we pass surely through every storm
A time for us, some day there'll be a new world
A world of shining hope for you and me


For you and me

And with our love, through tears and thorns
We will endure as we pass surely through every storm
A time for us, some day there'll be a new world
A world of shining hope for you and me

A world of shining hope for you and me.

All done in a minor key.

...Somewhere, a place for us
Peace and quiet and open air
Waits for us
Somewhere.....