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I Don't Want to Hurt You (Every Single Time)
Frank Black

I can`t find my way
My vision is oh so blurred
I was wishing for the day
When I didn`t even know one word

I don`t want to hurt you
Not every single time, no
I just seem to hurt you
Every single time

I wish you could be what`s her name
And I could be King Kong
But the chorus was pretty much the same
Everytime I wrote this song

I don`t want to hurt you
Not every single time, no
I just seem to hurt you
Every single time

I started this lesson in depravity
And now we`re falling apart in this lack of gravity
And my heart is just a muscle in a cavity
But it hurts so bad
And I`m trying to say I`m definitely blind

I don`t want to hurt you
Not every single time, no
I just seem to hurt you
Every single time

Well, my friends, I must say goodnight.

We do appreciate our Eyremil and his look on life and control.

And dear dj, with his "I don't Want to Hurt you" thoughts in song.

But I cannot say goodnight without seeing something good in our plight, so this is my song:



Time, you found time enough to love
I found love enough to hold you
Tonight I'll stir the fire you feel inside
Until the flames of love enfold you
Layin' beside you lost in the feeling
So glad you opened my door, come with me
Somewhere in the night we will know
Everything lovers should know
You're my song, music too magic to end
I'll play you over and over again
Loving so warm, moving so right
Closin' our eyes and feeling alive
We'll just go on burning bright
Somewhere in the night

You'll sleep when the mornin' comes
And I'll lie and watch you sleeping
And you'll smile when you dream about the night
Like it's a secret you've been keeping
Layin' beside you lost in the feeling
So glad you opened my door
Come with me.
Somewhere in the night we will know
Everything lovers can know
You're my song, music too magic to end
I'll play you over and over again
Loving so warm, moving so right
Closing our eyes and feeling alive
We'll just go on burning bright
Somewhere in the night

Loving so warm, moving so right
Closing our eyes and feeling alive
We'll just go on burning bright
Somewhere in the night
Somewhere in the night

From Letty with love

Thanks for the explanation!

Not running a fever tonight....YAY!!! Still on meds, though. Very weak. Will take some time. Haven't been out of the house since I returned Monday night except to see the doctor on Wednesday. Staying down.

Going Nowhere
Jason and the Scorchers

She blew it all on alcohol and a bad Missouri boy
Sweet Loretta Farmington from Cairo Illinois
Daddy said don't leave us girl, don't throw your life away
She just smiled so young and wild, and all that she would say

Is, I'm going nowhere
I'm going nowhere
Saying I can't see tomorrow
And I'm leaving here today
I'm going nowhere
And at least I know the way

After dark in a trailer park with the bad Missouri guy
He pumped her full of jimson weed and blackened both her eyes
Morning found him sober, and begging her to stay
But he knew it was over, when all that she would say

Is, I'm going nowhere
I'm going nowhere
Saying I can't see tomorrow
But I'm leaving here today
I'm going nowhere
And you can bet I know the way

Thumbin' down the highway with her brand new baby boy
Sweet Loretta Farmington from K-Mart Illinois
21 and holding, looking 35
But holding her redemption, glad to be alive

Just going nowhere
Just going nowhere
Saying I can't see tomorrow
But I'm holding my today
I'm going nowhere
And at least I know the way

Just going nowhere
Just going nowhere
Saying I can't see tomorrow
But I'm holding my today
I'm going nowhere
Thank God I know the way

Good morning, Millipede radio fans and contributors.



First let me say that we hope our Eva has fully recovered from her malady and is once again her vivacious self.

dj, That song is so reminiscent of Alice Cooper. Thanks Canada.

Yes, folks. It often seems that we are going nowhere and know the way.

Good morning Letty, hadn't checked the A2K forums. Hope you're still around.

And as a departure from my usual surly songs, here's a song from a band call Full Frontal. This band (?) is very, very gay so thinking about the song in that light it is something special alright. I only have this song and haven't been able to find any info on the singer(s).


Turn around
stand up like a man and look me in the eye.
Turn around
take one final look at what you've left behind.
Then walk away
from the greatest lover you have ever known.
yes walk away
you're telling me that you can make it on your own
By yourself all alone without my help
mister you just made a big mistake.

You think you're a man
but you're only a boy
You think you're a man
you are only a toy.
you think you're a man
but you just couldn't see
You were not man enough to satisfy me.

boy boy
boy boy
toy

Shut the door
take a look around and tell me what you find.
Shut the door
take a giant step for you and all mankind.
Then don't come back
I always gave you so much more than you deserve
No don't come back
'cause no one makes a fool of me
You've got a nerve to walk away
mark the words I'm gonna say
Mister you just made a big mistake:

You think you're a man
but you're only a boy
You think you're a man
you are only a toy.
you think you're a man
but you just couldn't see
You were not man enough to satisfy me.


Shut the door
take a look around and tell me what you find.
Shut the door
take a giant step for you and all mankind.
Then don't come back
I always gave you so much more than you deserve
No don't come back
'cause no one makes a fool of me
You've got a nerve to walk away
mark the words I'm gonna say
Mister you just made a big mistake:

You think you're a man
but you're only a boy
You think you're a man
you are only a toy.
you think you're a man
but you just couldn't see
You were not man enough to satisfy me.

ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
where are the men
oh yeah
get on outta here

Thinking about this song being performed by a drag queen in some small New York stage always puts me in a good mood.

and good morning to you, honey. If you'll look above you, you will see Letty the millipede. <smile>

Great song, Eyremil, and you are right. Thinking of the song and its contextual reference is worth a smile.

I love this song, folks, and Will Smith did a completely different version, but to the same melody:

Just the Two of Us
Bill Withers

I see the crystal raindrops fall
And see the beauty of it all
Is when the sun comes shining through
To make those rainbows in my mind
When I think of you some time
And I want to spend some time with you

Just the two of us
We can make it if we try
Just the two of us
Just the two of us
Building castles in the sky
Just the two of us
You and I

We look for love, no time for tears
Wasted waters's all that is
And it don't make no flowers grow
Good things might come to those who wait
Not to those who wait to late
We got to go for all we know

I hear the crystal raindrops fall
On the window down the hall
And it becomes the morning dew
Darling, when the morning comes
And I see the morning sun
I want to be the one with you

Damn Letty that's a feel-good song alright.

By the way, the millipede's cute. It does remind me of centipedes though, which I'm a bit scared off. There is an urban legend in Cuba that they (centipedes) sting with all their legs. I'm not sure if that's true but the image that generated on my young mind still scares me today.

Well, Eyre, I showed that picture to our audience, because it was done in the last throes of April Fool's Day. Our listeners probably didn't catch it, but the radio had been renamed by some jester here in our little studio.

I also understand your innate fear of stinging insects, and the concern legends instill in the mind of a child. For me, it was spiders; large hairy ones especially. YIKES!

KING DIAMOND

The Spider'S Lullabye
(From the album "THE SPIDER'S LULLABYE")



(Music and lyrics by King Diamond)


In a little cottage, in the country side
Lives a man called Harry, and he is losing his mind

Listen... Hear the spider's lullabye

It's really sad for Harry, he finds a spider scary
Even the smallest species, will make him feel uneasy
Oh, they live in every corner
Oh, and here comes the summer

There's another spider on his wall ... Gotta kill it !
Soon to be another creamy spot

As he woke up this morning, there was a spider crawling
He felt the big surprise, before it caught his eyes
Oh, in between his face
Oh, and his pillow case

There's another spider on his wall ... Gotta kill it !
Soon to be another creamy spot

Here comes another one ... Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha

He's got to find a doctor, a very special doctor
Someone who can cure his mind
Someone who knows Harry's kind

Listen ... Hear the spider's lullabye

Those creepy crawly screatures
With all their hairy features
Hoping to catch a fly
Singing its deadly lullabye

Oh... oh, NO...

There's another spider on his wall... Gotta kill it !!!

Artist: The Who
Song: Boris The Spider Lyrics


Look, he's crawling up my wall
Black and hairy, very small
Now he's up above my head
Hanging by a little thread

Boris the spider
Boris the spider

Now he's dropped on to the floor
Heading for the bedroom door
Maybe he's as scared as me
Where's he gone now, I can't see

Boris the spider
Boris the spider

Creepy, crawly
Creepy, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly

There he is wrapped in a ball
Doesn't seem to move at all
Perhaps he's dead, I'll just make sure
Pick this book up off the floor

Boris the spider
Boris the spider

Creepy, crawly
Creepy, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly

He's come to a sticky end
Don't think he will ever mend
Never more will he crawl 'round
He's embedded in the ground

Boris the spider
Boris the spider

Good day WA2K and best wishes to Eva for a speedy recovery.

Perhaps Bob will provide a bio for Hans Christian Andersen today and the two birthday celebs below :

1908 - Buddy Ebsen, American actor and dancer (d. 2003)
1914 - Sir Alec Guinness, English actor (d. 2000)

Well, my goodness, listeners. All those spider songs, (great songs they are, too) and here is our Raggedy with an inchworm. Anyone know of what I speak?

Thanks, edgar and Try, for the wonderful sequencing. Love it!

I think we all know Buddy and Alec; one a hillbilly and the other a Brit.

Speaking of spiders, folks, where is our Miss India?

Perhaps we should play a Toni Braxton song.

Since Bio Bob was having trouble yesterday with his system, he may not make an appearance, so here is a reminder of Hans:

And, folks:




Two and two are four
Four and four are eight
Eight and eight are sixteen
Sixteen and sixteen are thirty-two
Inchworm, inchworm
Measuring the marigold
You and your arithmatic
You'll probably go far
Inchworm, inchworm
Measuring the marigold
Seems to me you'd stop and see
How beautiful they are

UhOh. It just occurred to me that if our red tailed hawk comes aboard, what will happen to the worms and spiders and millipedes.

Danny Kaye ~


I'm Hans Christian Andersen
I've many a tale to tell
And though I'm a cobbler, I'd say
I tell them rather well
I'll mend your shoes and I'll fix your boots
When I have a moment free
When I'm not other wise occupied
As a purple duck or a mountainside
Or a quarter after three
I'm Hans Christian Andersen, Andersen, that's me
I'm Hans Christian Andersen
I bring you a fable rare
There once was a table who said
Oh how I'd love a chair
And then and there came a sweet young chair
All dressed in a bridal gown
He said to her in a voice so true
Now I did not say I would marry you
But I would like to sit down
I'm Hans Christian Andersen, Andersen's in town
I write myself a note each day
And I place it in my hat
The wind comes by and the hat blows high
But that's not the end of that
For round and round the world it goes
It lands here right behind myself
I pick it up and I read the note
Which is merely to remind myself
I'm Hans Christian Andersen, Andersen, that's me
I'm Hans Christian Andersen
My pen's like a babbling brook
Permit me to show you, dear sir
My very latest book
Now here's a tale of a simple fool
Just glance at a page or two
You'll laugh ha, ha but you'll blush a bit
For you realize as you're reading it
That it's also reading you
I'm Hans Christian Andersen, Andersen, that's who
I'm Hans Christian Andersen
And this is an April day
It's full of the magic I need
To speed me on my way
My pocketbook has an empty look
And I limp on a lumpy shoe
Or if I wish I'm a flying fish
Or a millionaire with a rocking chair
And a dumpling in my stew
I'm Hans Christian Andersen, Andersen, that's who

Try, that was really quick, by jingo. <smile> No, I won't play that one, but how about some bird music:

Yardbirds:

Questa Volta (Satti / Dinamo / Mogol)
Lo so, non mi credi perché sai che potrei (io potrei)
io potrei dimenticarmi anche di te

Però questa volta non sarà più così (più così)
e vedrai che questa volta non finirà

Mai mai mai, dico mai mai mai, io ti lascerò
mai, dico mai, io finirò di amarti

Lo so, non mi credi, ma vedrai, tu vedrai (tu vedrai)
io so già che questa volta non finirà

GUITAR SOLO

Lo so, non mi credi, ma vedrai, tu vedrai,
io so già che questa volta non finirà (finirà)

GUITAR SOLO


English Translation

I know you don't believe me because you know I could forget even you
But this time will be different and you'll see that this time
My love will last forever
Never, no, never will I leave you or stop loving you

heard an interview this morning with a man from the University of California, Santa Barbara Library, about a project they are working on, to restore and digitize cylinder recordings

the link below is to the project website, there are over 6000 recordings already in the collection and most if not all are available for download.

Catalog of Cylinder Recordings

at the home page click on browse collection, from the next page you can search for specific items or simply browse through the collection, clicking the first column (#), brings up detailed information on the specific track, as well as the download links

did somebody mention bird songs

The Bronx Bird Watcher
(Parody of "Titwillow" from Gilbert & Sullivan's "The Mikado or The Town Of Titipu")
Allan Sherman

On a branch of a tree sat a little tomtit,
Singing willow, tit willow, tit willow.
An uncomfortable place for a boidie to sit,
Singing willow, tit willow, tit willow.

So I said to him, "Boidie, why don't you go way?"
He said, "Thenks very much, but I'm planning to stay.
I'm gung sit on that branch for the rest of the day,
Singing willow, tit willow, tit willow."

So I said to him, "Boidie, you look so distraught.
Singing willow, tit willow, tit willow.
You gonna be glad when you'll see what I brought.
A pillow, a pillow, a pillow."

I said, "Boidie, your pardon I humbly would beg.
Put this comfortable pillow right under your leg."
He said, "Leave me alone while I'm laying an egg.
Uh willow, tit willow, tit willow."

That night by the light of a matzoh ball moon,
Singing willow, tit willow, tit willow.
That boidie was singing the same catchy tune.
Willow, tit willow, tit willow.

And I came, and I took him right down from his branch,
And I brought him back home to mine split-level ranch,
And I said to my wife, "Here's a gift for you, Blanche.
He sings 'willow, tit willow, tit willow.'"

Next morning I got up and went to the shop,
Singing willow, tit willow, tit willow.
That tune was so catchy, it just wouldn't stop.
Willow willow willow titty willow willow willow titty willow willow willow willow.

That night I said, "Blanche, how's the bird?" She said, "Well,
The boid was delicious, it tasted just swell.
But as I fricaseed him, he gave out a yell:
'Oi willow, tit willow, tit willow.'"

Hey, dj. I responded to that discussion, Canada, but as you know I can't access the link that you gave.

I do have a song for our East Indian friends before I comment further, however:

Fairy Tale by Toni Braxton

by N/A
And I was wrong, I know I don't deserve this
Don't stay too long, I need to hear those words you use to tellme
From way back when we were just friends
Before this love affair began

Tell me how I love you wins
Or how a broken heart can mend
Just tell me this is not the end
Please tell me now
How the fairy tale begins
Or how it was supposed to end
Please tell me that part again

Ad libs

Now tell me what's wrong, I never meant to hurt you, nobaby,ooh
Was it the home, the car, or darling all those thing we thoughtwe needed
Tell me even if it ain't true
But baby please don't say we're through

Tell me how I love you wins
Or how a broken heart can mend
Just tell me this is not the end
Please tell me now
How the fairy tale begins
Or how it was supposed to end
Please tell me that part again

Ad libs

I wanna know that
Feelin' that's from way back
A time when it was true that, love was sweet and innocent
When you and I could still be friends
Make all the wrong be right again
Where true love never has to end

Ad libs

Tell me how I love you wins
Or how a broken heart can mend
Just tell me this is not the end
Please tell me now
How the fairy tale begins
Or how it was supposed to end
Please tell me that part again

Ad libs

That was in honor of Hans et al

dj, just heard your parody. Love it, Canada.

Here's an unusual poem by Thomas Hardy, listeners:

. Hardy was watching the sun set on one century, and dawn on another:

The Darkling Thrush

I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-gray,
And Winter's dregs made desolate
The weakening eye of day.
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Like strings of broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their household fires.

The land's sharp features seemed to be
The Century's corpse outleant,
His crypt the cloudy canopy,
The wind his death-lament.
The ancient pulse of germ and birth
Was shrunken hard and dry,
And every spirit upon earth
Seemed fervourless as I.

At once a voice arose among
The bleak twigs overhead
In a full-hearted evensong
Of joy illimited;
An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,
In blast-beruffled plume,
Had chosen thus to fling his soul
Upon the growing gloom.

So little cause for carolings
Of such ecstatic sound
Was written on terrestrial things
Afar or nigh around,
That I could think there trembled through
His happy good-night air
Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew
And I was unaware.