Thank You All - WB Party

It was a marvelous time last night at Party Central Radio; the kind words by DJ Kiasami (Kia-sam E') were greatly appreciated, as were those by DJ Lola Bunny.  The chat room was a buzz with laughter and refreshments and requests and I rolled out my latest (well a few of them anyway) new fave songs.  The chat room and my yahoo folks kept me hopping, and as I was a bit rusty from not being on air of late, I was double checking to make sure I had played all requests. 

I do have to extend special thanks to Buns, Southern and Spyder who kept sharp eyes on chat and kept me in check :)   So big hugs to all.

Have a listen to one of those new faves below:     I can identify with all of this song, in fact, I was talking to someone the other day and said people talk about gambling, but growing up like I did on a farm in rural NC, gambling is planting a crop and hoping the rains come at the right time, not too much, not too little; hoping the blight or a varmit doesn't decide to hit the crop, and hoping the price in the market place isn't rock bottom when it is time to harvest and sell.  Real is saving those seeds from this year's crop to plant next year, and "REAL" is when a tragedy hits and you are left standing there wondering what you are going to do now.  But the "REAL beauty of growing up there, was that there were always friends and neighbors ready and willing to lend you a hand when you needed it; and we were always ready and willing to lend our hands, (our own, not hired hands), the "real", is that it was a hard way of living, but looking back, I wouldn't trade it for a mansion on a hill, because that "real", made me who I have been the rest of my life.   This girl left the country, but you can't take the country outta the girl..........
Real - James Wesley 
500 Channels and there ain’t much on tonight


But reality shows about some folks so called lives

A pretty girl cries cause she don’t get a rose

But she’ll find love next year on her own show

And they call that real



Real, is the hand you hold 57 years

Real, is a band of gold trembling with fear

And it’s the first long tear down an old man’s face

Watching his angel slipping away

His heart so broke, it’s never gonna heal

I call that real



Where I live, housewives don’t act like that

And the survivors are farmers in John Deere hats

Our Amazing race is beating the check

Praying that the bank ain’t ran it through yet



Real, like too much rain falling from the sky

Real, like the drought that came around here last July

It’s the damn old weevils and the market and the weeds

The prayer they prayed when they plant the seeds

And the chance they take to bring us our next meal

I call that real



Real, like a job you lose ‘cause it moves to Mexico

Like a momma and a baby with no safe place to go

Like a little dream house with a big old foreclosed sign

Like a flag draped coffin and a 21 gun goodbye

I call that real



Man I call that real

Oh I call that real