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will pay only the station-to-station rate.
		-- Howard Kandel

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Camp Crab

Set out to noodle in A
I was noodling with an alternate tuning on my geetar, and ended up with something vaguely similar to Gentle on My Mind, by John Hartman. Some of the lines in the song are killer.

I like Dino's semi-drunken out-of-breath-smokin', lookin like a Thunderbirds marionette take on it, in a flat (or sharp) key.... with a little extra banter "Any WA-A-AY" -fake laugh.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mq9iPte8UOY

Then I realised the song is also very similar to Snowbird by Anne Murray ( without the brass stabs )

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c2VYP0FCAUE

What is she hanging onto?

The Glen Campbell version with songwriter John Hartman (Daniel Craig of country) on banjo

The original transcript http://www.johnhartford.com/gentle.cfm

The Lyric

It's knowin' that your door is always open and that your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch
And It's knowin' I'm not shackled by forgotten words & bonds and the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my memory & keeps you ever gentle on my mind

It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on their columns now that bind me
Or something that somebody said because they thought we'd fit together walking
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursin' or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track and find
That you're moving on the back roads by the rivers of my memory and for hours you're just gentle on my mind

Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines and the junk yards and the highways come between us
And some other woman's cryin' to her mother 'cause she turned and I was gone
I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face and a summer sun might burn me 'till I'm blind
But not to where I cannot see you walking on the back roads by the rivers flowing gentle on my mind

I dip my cup of soup back from a gurgling, crackling cauldron in some train yard
My beard a roughn'ning coal pile and a dirty hat pulled low across my face
Through cupped hands around the tin cans I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
That you're wavin' from the back roads by the rivers of my memory ever smiling ever gentle on my mind


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Useful Home Remedies

1. If you’re choking on an ice cube, simply pour a cup of boiling water down your throat. Presto! The blockage will instantly remove itself.

2. Avoid cutting yourself when slicing vegetables by getting someone else to hold the vegetables while you chop.

3. Avoid arguments with the females about lifting the toilet seat – use the sink.

4. For high blood pressure sufferers ~ simply cut yourself and bleed for a few minutes, thus reducing the pressure on your veins. Remember to use a timer.

5. A mouse trap placed on top of your alarm clock will prevent you from rolling over and going back to sleep after you hit the snooze button.

6. If you have a bad cough, take a large dose of laxatives. Then you’ll be afraid to cough.

7. You only need two tools in life – WD-40 and duct tape. If it doesn’t move and should, use the WD-40. If it shouldn’t move and does, use the duct tape.

8. Remember – everyone seems normal until you get to know them.

9. If you can’t fix it with a hammer, you’ve got an electrical problem.

Daily Thought: Some people are like slinkies – not really good for anything, but they bring a smile to your face when pushed down the stairs .


RIP
As I laid my breakfast out onto the plate the bacon rashers paired as angel wings, and my toast had an uncanny image of a fallen pop star, with egg yolk runny.

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My Kind Of Rrt
Kris Kuksi

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