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Ah, dear TRY. Is that brief observation from "The Waste Land"? I have often TRIED to decipher it. <smile> and should it be, you did get me.

Let's play Penny Lane, shall we?

» Penny Lane

Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs
of every head he's had the pleasure to know
And all the people that come and go stop to say hello
On the corner is a banker with a motor car
the little children laugh at him behind his back
And the banker never wears a "mac" in the pouring rain
Very strange
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit and meanwhile back in
Penny Lane there is a fireman with an hourglass
And in his pocket is a portrait of the Queen
He likes to keep his fire engine clean
It's clean machine
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my ears
Full of fish and finger pies
in summer meanwhile back
Behind the shelter in the middle of the roundabout
A pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray
And though she feels as if she's in a play
She is anyway
Penny Lane, the barber shaves another customer
We see the banker sitting waiting for a trim
And then the fireman rushes in from the pouring rain
very strange
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit and meanwhile back
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue suburban skies
Penny Lane

Dear Letty, it was purely a quote from the great man that linked to the answer, without giving the game away. A touch to cryptic methinks.

Love those Penny Lane lyrics.

Ah, Try. You are not cryptic, dear, and I love Penny Lane as well. So many folks have observed that the fab four are always alluding to either drugs or sex in their songs, but they never suspected that Penny Lane was the one with a double entendre.

Well, I have a song still stuck in my head, listeners, so I shall be back in just a minute. Hmmm, even my own statement reminds me of a song.

"...give me five minutes more; only five minutes more...."

Here it is, listeners. It's a round and sung to the tune of Frere Jacques:

It is spring time

It is spring time

Winter's gone

Winter's gone

Summer time is coming

Summer time is coming

It won't be long

It won't be long



Frère Jacques,
Frère Jacques,
Dormez vous?
Dormez vous?
Sonnez les matines,
Sonnez les matines,
Din, din, don!
Din, din, don!

English Version:

Are you sleeping,
Are you sleeping?
Brother John?
Brother John?
Morning bells are ringing,
Morning bells are ringing,
Ding ding dong,
Ding ding dong.

Good evening Letty, may I say that you run a very good radio station here on A2K.

Here is a song that is very close to my heart.


STAND BY YOUR MAN



Sometimes its hard to be a woman
Giving all your love to just one man
You'll have bad times
And he'll have good times
Doing things that you don't understand
But if you love him you'll forgive him
Even though he's hard to understand
And if you love him
Oh be proud of him
'Cause after all he's just a man
Stand by your man
Give him two arms to cling to
And something warm to come to
When nights are cold and lonely
Stand by your man
And tell the world you love him
Keep giving all the love you can
Stand by your man
Stand by your man
And show the world you love him
Keep giving all the love you can
Stand by your man

Welcome to WA2K radio, Mrs. Premier. (love your screen name)

Ah, yes. Tammy Wynette. She is one of country's first ladies, and the politicians are always using the line from that song to denote how each wife stands by her man.

Hmmm. Have you noticed listeners, that Colomba Bush hasn't been in the news lately?



Stick around, M.P. we enjoy your company. <smile>

Not being familiar with Florida politics, Letty...I'm obviously missing something here.

My goodness, listeners. Where are our manners. We failed to dedicate a song to the lady from London:



Artist: Coldplay Lyrics
Song: The Scientist Lyrics

Come up to meet you, Tell you I'm sorry, You don't know how lovely you are

I had to find you, Tell you I need you, Tell you I set you apart

Tell me your secrets, And ask me your questions, Aww let's go back to the start

Runnin' in circles, [sounds like] Comin' our tails, Heads on the science apart

Nobody said it was easy
It's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard
Aww take me back to the start

I was just guessin', At numbers and figures, Pullin' the puzzles apart

Questions of science, Science and progress, Do not speak as loud as my heart

Tell me you love me, Come back to haunt me, Oh when I rush to the start

Runnin' in circles, [sounds like] Chasin' our tails, Comin' back as we are

Nobody said it was easy
Aww It's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be so hard
I'm goin' back to the start

And the news item that inspired this song, folks



Conservative Coldplay? Biscuit roads? Ha. April Fool Sat Apr 1, 11:31 AM



LONDON (Reuters) - Rock star Chris Martin has joined forces with the Conservatives to unseat Prime Minister Tony Blair, after his Hollywood wife Gwyneth Paltrow met the Tory leader's wife at yoga class.



Meanwhile, Blair's own wife Cherie has removed the landmark black door of his Number 10 Downing Street office and swapped it for a red one.

And engineers have discovered that ginger nut biscuits are the ideal material for paving roads.

It's April Fools day, and newspapers are up to their usual annual mischief, with a series of hoax news stories presented as if they were true.

Hey, Eva. I'll explain later, honey. Hope you are well.

Now for our Eva.

some time back there was a picture in the Orlando News Journal that depicted Colomba Bush behind Jeb. He, as usual, had goofed and the stalwart first lady was standing behind him with a determined look. The caption was:

Colomba stands by her man. She had failed to declare a bunch of stuff at the Customs Office that she had purchased abroad, and she, of course, got by with it. Since then we haven't seen much of her, so I wanted to remind all of what she looked like.

You do know about Bush's attempt to create a one time law concerning Terry Schiavo, do you not? Very typical of his attempt at control in Florida. Didn't get by with that one, however.

That's my political rant for the evening, folks.

And here it is folks, part II of my musical war commentary, another Russian song.

Do we have any Russian speakers around here? If not I'll just post the translations.

Zveri - Geroi(Heroes)

Change in the pocket, life's little nothings
In the new novel, aim is on all
Nice to meet you, fingers in carats
Nice to meet you, poster lips

Heroes are ready to die for money
Heroes can die
Heroes are ready to die for money
Heroes can die
Heroes can die

I'm not the last one, I'm just crashing
I'm not the last one to die
If one day comes, death from a hit
You can do it twice, twice the honorarium

Heroes are ready to die for money
Heroes can die
Heroes are ready to die for money
Heroes can die
Heroes can die

It is prestigious, it is serious
To a sudden death, stars are falling
Music is streaming, white nights
Someone will be back, someone not quite

Eyremil, that is truly beautifully sardonic, my young friend. We always love to inhale your knowledge of music and meaning.

No, I don't think I know of anyone who speaks Russian here, but don't stop teaching us.

I have been informed by an Ozite that it is the beginning of fall in that down under place, and meanwhile, the world turns.

"Lou Reed"

We were drivin through West Texas
The land of beef and pork
Where they tend the hides of leather
We wear back in New York
In a pasture, along a roadside
Behind a brokedown shack
On a dusky side of evening
We saw a figure dressed in black

And we don't mean to sound like we're trippin
But we swear to God
We saw Lou Reed cow tippin
Cow tippin

Hey Lou, "Is that you?"
She said as we pulled to the shoulder
He just said, "Go screw."
And then he turned and tipped one over
Under a spitshine Western sky
The color of blue varnish
Hey it's like Fellini
Actually I'm thinkin more like Jim Jarmusch

And we can't say how much we've been sippin
But we swear to God
We saw Lou Reed cow tippin
Cow tippin

I got cops on the cell
I said I got a little story to tell
Lou Reed is in the cow pen
They said, Oh no! Not again!

And we hope our perceptions isn't slippin
But we swear to God
We saw Lou Reed cow tippin
Cow tippin

Cow tippin
Cow tippin
Cow tippin
You really think that was Lou Reed?
Cow tippin
I'm sure it was, he was wearing black Levis
Cow tippin
I thought he was a vegetarian
Cow tippin
He's just tippin them over, he wasn't eating them
Cow tippin
Oh
Cow tippin

Tryagain, that song is hilarious. Still laughing. Maybe it's because I know about cow patties.

Here's one that is terribly sad but beautifully written.

Lyrics
Strange Fruit
Lewis allen

Southern trees bear strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.

Pastoral scene of the gallant south,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.

Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.

The Sound Of North America
The Beautiful South

Ginger Elvis Presley looked a fraction sad
Roaming the whole town from bin to bin
Well living on the streets wasn't all that bad
Where no-one seemed to know that he was King

The sound of New York City
isn't police sirens wailing
It's the sound of Wall Street tills
whilst everyone else is failing

Sometimes you feel expensive
sometimes you feels so cheap
You can roam the streets a King
whilst everyone's asleep
You can mime to any record
with a hairbrush or a spoon
But God help the singer out of tune

A crippled Mohammad Ali
looked at bad luck in the mirror
Bad luck looked back at him and sighed
He looked a good foot smaller
and a couple of stone thinner
And if anyone came toward him
he would hide

The sound of North America
isn't Christians quietly praying
It's the sound of shuffling feet
that don't know where they're staying

Sometimes you feel expensive
sometimes you feels so cheap
You can roam the streets a King
whilst everyone's asleep
You can fight with anybody
with a glimmer of a chance
But God help the boxer with no hands

A homeless Greta Garbo
moves across the street
The moonlight shining clearly
through her skirt
A real life living legend
that no-one wants to meet
And that's when being Garbo
really hurts

The lyrics of "New York"
may have Frank Sinatra singing
But the rhythm and the melody
were dead black men swinging

Sometimes you feel expensive
sometimes you feels so cheap
You can roam the streets a Queen
whilst everyone's asleep
You can act with anybody
from the cradle to the crypt
But God help the actress
who doesn't know the script

Can't leave with such a tragic song, so here is something totally silly from Monty Python:

Monty Python
Every Sperm is Sacred

There are Jews in the world.
There are Buddhists.
There are Hindus and Mormons, and then
There are those that follow Mohammed,
But,I've never been one of them.

I'm a Roman Catholic,
And have been since before I was born,
And the one thing they say about Catholics is
They'll take you as soon as you're warm.
You don't have to be a six-footer.
You don't have to have a great brain.
You don't have to have any clothes on.
You're a Catholic the moment Dad came,

Because...Every sperm is sacred.
Every sperm is great.
If a sperm is wasted,God gets quite irate.

Children: Every sperm is sacred,
Every sperm is great,
If a sperm is wasted,
God gets quite irate.

Little Girl: Let the heathens spill theirs,
On the dusty ground.
God shall make them pay forEach sperm that can't be found.

Children: Every sperm is wanted.
Every sperm is good.
Every sperm is neededIn your neighbourhood.

Mother: Hindu, Taoist, Mormon,
Spill theirs just anywhere,
But God loves those who treat their
Semen with more care.

Men on toilets: Every sperm is sacred.
Every sperm is great.

Women: If a sperm is wasted,

Children: God gets quite irate.

Priest: Every sperm is sacred.

Bride and Groom: Every sperm is good.

Nannies: Every sperm is needed

Babies: In your neighbourhood!

Everyone: Every sperm is useful.
Every sperm is fine.

Undertakers: God needs everybody's.

Male mourner: Mine!

Female mourner: And mine!

Corpse: And mine!

Nuns: Let the Pagans spill theirs
O'er mountain, hill, and plain.

Statues: God shall strike them down for
Each sperm that's spilt in vain.

Everyone: Every sperm is sacred.
Every sperm is good.
Every sperm is needed
In your neighbourhood.
Every sperm is sacred.
Every sperm is great.
If a sperm is wasted,
God gets quite iraaaaate!

My word, Try. I had to go to the archives to find Lou Reed, and I must confess I do NOT know what cow tippin is, but it was funny, honey, in an odd sort of way

Diane, Yes, I have heard Strange Fruit, and it reminds me of The Judas Tree. <shiver>

Thank God our dj is back. Before I acknowledge our man in Canada, I must apprise you all of M.P.'s manor as it tends to be Bedlam here on our little radio. <smile>

Thank you, Diane, for making us giggle at the python. Never a serious moment with Monty, eh wot?

dj, I think Walter introduced us to The Beautiful South, but that one is also eerie, Canada. Guess your PD needs to hit the books again.

Well, listeners, with the exception of a very fetching Lord, our April fools have been scarce.

Back in a moment with another foolish song. <smile>

Can't do this one in Russian, Eyremil, but I think you'll get the humor:

words and Music by Arlo Guthrie

Too many women growing up wrong
Get an education thinking thoughts on their own
Making decisions telling men what to do
Look at the trouble that we're all going through
Russian girls could save the world


Here in America land of the free
Used to mean something to you and to me
You can't tell women what they really are for
Well then you ain't really free anymore
Russian girls could save the world

Meanwhile back in the U.S.S.R.
They're making women change tires on cars
Working in factories and incredible as it seems
They make them study gymnastics
And you know what that means!
Russian girls could save the world

Ana Johnson - We Are

See the devil on the doorstep now (my oh my)
Telling everybody oh just how to live their lives
Sliding down the information highway
Buying in just like a bunch of fools
Time is ticking and we can't go back (my oh my)

What about the world today
What about the place that we call home
We've never been so many
And we've never been so alone

You keep watching from your picket fence
You keep talking but it makes no sense
You say we're not responsible
But we are, we are
You wash your hands and come out clean
Fail to recognize the enemies within
You say we're not responsible
But we are, we are, we are, we are

One step forward making two steps back (my oh my)
Riding piggy on the bad boys back for life
Lining up for the grand illusion
No answers for no questions asked
Lining up for the execution
Without knowing why

It's all about power then
Take control
Breaking the rule
Breaking the soul
They suck us dry till there's nothing left
My oh my, my oh my

What about the world today
What about the place that we call home
We've never been so many
And we've never been so alone... so alone

It's all about power then (we are)
Take control (we are)
Breaking the rule (we are, we are)
Breaking the soul (we are)
They suck us dry till there's nothing left (we are, we are)
My oh my, my oh my

We are
We are (it's all)
We are
We are, we are (take control)
We are
We are
It's all about power
Then take control

So Much Wine
The Handsome Family

I had nothing to say on Christmas day
when you threw all your clothes in the snow.
When you burnt your hair,
knocked over chairs,
I just tried to stay out of your way.
But when you fell asleep
with blood on your teeth,
I got in my car and drove away.
Listen to me, Butterfly,
there's only so much wine
you can drink in one life
and it will never be enough to save you
from the bottom of your glass.
Where the state highway starts I stopped my car.
I got out and stared up at the stars.
As meteors died and shot cross the sky,
I thought about your sad, shining eyes.
I came back for my clothes
when the sun finally rose
but you were still passed out on the floor.