BBBC Presents: Afternoon Delight

Those names sound familiar somehow

Anyway, almost time for us to sign off, any last minute messages Casper?

 

All right, you bunch of no-listeners. This is Debo, from the BB studio, signing off. We hope you had a swell time...

Everyone here says hi -- goodbye!

Sky rockets in flight!
Afternoon delight!

 

Good night everyone, enjoy the evening show!

and don't forget to add Beaker to your WUL!

 

If you don't want to meet the fist,
Add Beaker to your watched users list!

 

You'll stay away from a fiery hell
If you add Beaker to you WUL!

 

Hey there folks, welcome to another edition of Afternoon De-light!

We've got a great show lined up for you, which is sure to include a firey death from above for all those who don't add Beaker to their WUL.

And on that note let's kick things off with a little Neil Diamond...

GIRL, YOU'LL BE A WOMAN SOON

Love you so much can't count all the ways
I'd die for you girl and all they can say is
"He's not your kind"
They never get tired of puttin' me down and
I never know when I come around
What I'm gonna find
Don't let them make up your mind
Don't you know

Girl, you'll be a woman soon
Please come take my hand
Girl, you'll be a woman soon
Soon, you'll need a man

I've been misunderstood for all of my life
But what they're sayin', girl, just cuts like a knife
"The boy's no good"

Well, I finally found what I've been lookin' for
But if they get a chance they'll end it for sure
Sure they would
Baby I've done all I could
it's up to you

Girl, you'll be a woman soon
Please come take my hand
Girl, you'll be a woman soon
Soon, you'll need a man

 

I've never been a Neil fan. Especially this:
"But nobody heard me, not even the chair..."
Teehee.
_jOBO

 

Thanks for the input Jobo, truly asstastic!

Moving on, here's a little Curtis Mayfield...

We've Only Just Begun

We've only just begun to live
White lace and promises
A kiss for luck and we're on our way
Before the rising sun we fly
So many roads to choose
We start our walking and learn to run
Sharing horizons that are new to us
Watching the signs along the way
Talking it over just the two of us
Working together day to day
Together
And when the evening comes we smile
So much of life ahead
We'll find a place where there's room to grow
And yes we've just begun
Sharing horizons that are new to us
Watching the signs along the way
Talking it over just the two of us
Working together day to day
Together
And when the evening comes we smile
So much of life ahead
We'll find a place where there's room to grow
And yes we've just begun

 

Hello everyone!

Sorry I'm late. But I've got to reboot again, so hang on!

 

Welcome to the show Casper, glad you could make it.

And now for Terr_mys, the Ghostbusters theme by Ray Parker Jr...

Ghostbusters!
If there's something strange in your neighborhood
Who ya gonna call?
Ghostbusters!
If there's something weird and it don't look good
Who you gonna call?
Ghostbusters!


I ain't afraid of no ghost!
I ain't afraid of no ghost!


If you're seeing things running through your head
Who can ya call?
Ghostbusters!
An invisible man sleeping in your bed
Oh! Who ya gonna call?
Ghostbusters!


I ain't afraid of no ghost!
I ain't afraid of no ghost!


Who ya gonna call?
Ghostbusters!
If you're all alone, pick up the phone
And call
Ghostbusters!


I ain't afraid of no ghost!
I hear it likes the girls
I ain't afraid of no ghost!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!


Who ya gonna call?
Ghostbusters!
If you have those other freaky ghosts, baby,
You'd better call
Ghostbusters!


Let me tell ya something--
Bustin' makes me feel good!


I ain't afraid of no ghost!
I ain't afraid of no ghost!


Don't get caught alone, oh no!
Ghostbusters!
When it comes through your door, unless you just want some mo'
I think you'd better call
Ghostbusters!


Who ya gonna call?
Ghostbusters!


Who ya gonna call?
Ghostbusters!


I think you'd better call
Ghostbusters!


Who ya gonna call?
Ghostbusters!


I can't hear you!
Who ya gonna call?
Ghostbusters!


Louder!
Ghostbusters!


Who ya gonna call?
Ghostbusters!


Who can ya call?
Ghostbusters!


Who ya gonna call?
Ghostbusters!

 

Hey guys, I have a request! Can you play me anything by David Bowie? I'll love you forever!

 

Let me tell ya something--
Bustin' makes me feel good!

That's the motto of my life.

 

For Tashi

Sweet Thing by David Bowie

It's safe in the city, to love in a doorway

To wrangle some screens from the door

And isn't it me, putting pain in a stranger?

Like a portrait in flesh, who trails on a leash

Will you see that I'm scared and I'm lonely?

So I'll break up my room, and yawn and I

Run to the centre of things

Where the knowing one says



CHORUS

Boys, boys, its a sweet thing

Boys, boys, its a sweet thing, sweet thing

If you want it, boys, get it here, thing

'Cause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing



I'm glad that you're older than me

Makes me feel important and free

Does that make you smile, isn't that me?

I'm in your way, and I'll steal every moment

If his trade is a curse, then I'll bless you

And turn to the crossroads, and hamburgers, and



CHORUS

 

Thanks Tom! I'm off now though. I have to cart 10 screaming children to the beach today. Hooray!


See you guys tonight!

 

well, try to make the most of it Tash

and now here's A Tribe Called Quest with Buggin' Out

[Phife Dawg]
Yo, microphone check one two what is this
The five foot assassin with the ruffneck business
I float like gravity, never had a cavity
Got more rhymes than the Winans got family
No need to sweat Arsenio to gain some type of fame
No shame in my game cause I'll always be the same
Styles upon styles upon styles is what I have
You wanna diss the Phifer but you still don't know the half
I sport New Balance sneakers to avoid a narrow path
Messin round with this you catch ?the sizin of em?
I never half step cause I'm not a half stepper
Drink a lot of soda so they call me Dr. Pepper
Refuse to com-pete with BS competition
Your name ain't Special Ed so won't you Seckle With the Mission
I never walk the streets, think it's all about me
Even though deep in my heart, it really could be
I just try my best to like go all out
Some might even say yo shorty black you're buggin' out


[Q-Tip]
Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh, uh!
Zulu Nation, brothers that's creation
Minds get flooded, ejaculation
right on the two inch tape
The Abstract poet incognito, runsss the cape
Not the best not the worst and occasionally I curse to get my
point across, so bust, the floss
As I go in betweeen, the grit and the dirt
Listen to the mission listen Miss as I do work, umm
as I crack the, monotone
Children of the jazz so, get your own
Smokin R&B cause they try to do me
or the best of the pack but they can't do rap
For it's Abstract, orig-inal
You can't get your own and that's, pitiful
I know I'd be the man if I cold yanked the plug
on R&B, but I can't and that's bugged

Buggin out, buggin out, buggin out you're buggin out (repeat 8X)

[Phife Dawg]
Yo when you bug out, you usually have a reason for the action
Sometimes you don't it's just for mere satisfaction
People be houndin, always surroundin
Pulsin, just like a migraine poundin
You don't really fret, you stay in your sense
?Comafied? your feeling, of absolute tense
You soar off to another world, deep in your mind
But people seem to take that, as being unkind
"Oh yo he's acting stank," really on a regal?
A man of the fame not a man of the people
Believe that if you wanna but I tell you this much
Riding on the train with no dough, sucks
Once again a case of your feet in my Nike's
If a crowd is in my realm I'm saying -- mic please
Hip-hop is living, can't yank the plug
if you do the result, will end up kind of bugged

[Q-Tip]
Yo, I am not an invalid although I used to smoke the weed out
Ali Shaheed Muhammad used to say I had to be out
Schemin on the cookies with the crazy boomin back buns
Pushin on the real ?hardest? so we can have the big fun
When I left for Rosie I was Boulevard status
Battling a MC was when Tip was at his baddest
It was one MC after one MC
What the world could they be wanting see from little old me
Do I have the formula to save the world?
Or was it just because I used to swipe the women and all the girls
I'm the type of brother with the crazy extended hand kid
Dissed by all my brothers I was all up what my man did
Supposed to be my man but now I wonder cause you're feeble
I go out with the strongest and I seperate the evils
it's your brain against my mind, for those about to boot out
All you nasty critters even though you see I bug out

Buggin out, buggin out, buggin out you're buggin out (repeat 8X)

 

//storms in

Sorry!

//takes a seat

Excuse me while I kiss this guy!

The lovely Kerr_Plunk dedicates this song "Angel" by the masterful Jimi Hendrix, to all her friends from the Jimi Hendrix Appreciation Thread!

Angel came down from heaven yesterday
She stayed with me just long enough to recue he
And she told me a story yesterday,
about the sweet love between the moon and the deep blue sea
And then she spread her wings high over me
She said she's gonna come back tomorrow

And I said 'fly on my sweet angel,
fly on through the sky,
fly on my sweet angel,
tomorrow I'm gonna be by your side'

Sure enough this morning came unto me
Silver wings silhouetted against the child's sunrise
And my angel sha said unto
'today is the day for you to rise,
take my hand, you're gonna be my man,
you're gonna rise'
And she took high over yonder

And I said 'fly on my sweet angel,
fly on through the sky,
fly on my sweet angel,
forever I will be by your side

 

And now in honor of Beaker, Ric Olie's Hairdresser requests "Somebody's Watching Me" by Rockwell...


(Who's watching)
(Tell me who's watching)
(Who's watching me)

I'm just an average man with an average life
I work from nine to five, hey hell, I pay the price
All I want is to be left alone in my average home
But why do I always feel like I'm in the Twilight Zone, and

I always feel like somebody's watching me
And I have no privacy (oh oh oh)
I always feel like somebody's watching me
Tell me, is it just a dream

When I come home at night
I bolt the door real tight
People call me on the phone, I'm trying to avoid
Well, can the people on TV see me or am I just paranoid
When I'm in the shower, I'm afraid to wash my hair
'Cause I might open my eyes and find someone standing there
People say I'm crazy, just a little touched
But maybe showers remind me of Psycho too much, that's why

I always feel like somebody's watching me
And I have no privacy (oh oh oh)
I always feel like somebody's watching me
Who's playing tricks on me

(Who's watching me) I don't know anymore
Are the neighbours watching me (who's watching)
Well is the mailman watching me (tell me who's watching)
And I don't feel safe anymore, oh what a mess
I wonder who's watching me now (who?) The IRS?

I always feel like somebody's watching me
And I have no privacy (oh oh oh)
I always feel like somebody's watching me
Tell me, is it just a dream
I always feel like somebody's watching me
And I have no privacy (oh oh oh oh)
I always feel like somebody's watching me
Who's playing tricks on me (who's watching me)
I always feel like somebody's watching me
Ooh (oh oh oh)
I always feel like somebody's watching me
Tell me it can't be (who's watching me)
I always feel like somebody's watching me
Ooh (oh oh oh oh)
I always feel like somebody's watching me
Who's playing tricks on me (who's watching me)
I always feel like somebody's watching me
Can I have my privacy (oh oh oh)
I always feel like somebody's watching me
Who's playing tricks on me (who's watching me)

 

The great Ric Olie's Hairdresser dedicates Rockwell's "Somebody's Watching Me" to our very own Beaker!

(Who's watching)
(Tell me who's watching)
(Who's watching me)

I'm just an average man with an average life
I work from nine to five, hey hell, I pay the price
All I want is to be left alone in my average home
But why do I always feel like I'm in the Twilight Zone, and

I always feel like somebody's watching me
And I have no privacy (oh oh oh)
I always feel like somebody's watching me
Tell me, is it just a dream

When I come home at night
I bolt the door real tight
People call me on the phone, I'm trying to avoid
Well, can the people on TV see me or am I just paranoid
When I'm in the shower, I'm afraid to wash my hair
'Cause I might open my eyes and find someone standing there
People say I'm crazy, just a little touched
But maybe showers remind me of Psycho too much, that's why

I always feel like somebody's watching me
And I have no privacy (oh oh oh)
I always feel like somebody's watching me
Who's playing tricks on me

(Who's watching me) I don't know anymore
Are the neighbours watching me (who's watching)
Well is the mailman watching me (tell me who's watching)
And I don't feel safe anymore, oh what a mess
I wonder who's watching me now (who?) The IRS?

I always feel like somebody's watching me
And I have no privacy (oh oh oh)
I always feel like somebody's watching me
Tell me, is it just a dream
I always feel like somebody's watching me
And I have no privacy (oh oh oh oh)
I always feel like somebody's watching me
Who's playing tricks on me (who's watching me)
I always feel like somebody's watching me
Ooh (oh oh oh)
I always feel like somebody's watching me
Tell me it can't be (who's watching me)
I always feel like somebody's watching me
Ooh (oh oh oh oh)
I always feel like somebody's watching me
Who's playing tricks on me (who's watching me)
I always feel like somebody's watching me
Can I have my privacy (oh oh oh)
I always feel like somebody's watching me
Who's playing tricks on me (who's watching me)

 

Well, that one's stuck in my head now!

 

Hey, I don't know about you, but I just can't get enough of that one

 

Michael Jackson sang backup on that song, and that was why it was a hit. This was back in the 'Thriller' heyday. Good times.

 

So it was Wacko ****o? I always thought it sounded like him.

Welcome to the studio, B'omie! Any news?

 

We have another request, this time from Talon_Karrde_ who wants to hear "I am a man of constant sorrow" by The Soggy Bottom Boys...

I am a man of constant sorrow,
I've seen trouble all my day.
I bid farewell to old Kentucky,
The place where I was born and raised.
(The place where he was born and raised )

For six long years I've been in trouble,
No pleasures here on earth I found.
For in this world I'm bound to ramble,
I have no friends to help me now.
(He has no friends to help him now.)

It's fare thee well my old lover.
I never expect to see you again.
For I'm bound to ride that northern railroad,
Perhaps I'll die upon this train.
(Perhaps he'll die upon this train.)

You can bury me in some deep valley,
For many years where I may lay.
Then you may learn to love another,
While I am sleeping in my grave.
(While he is sleeping in his grave.)

Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger
My face, you'll never see no more.
But there is one promise that is given
I'll meet you on God's golden shore.
(He'll meet you on God's golden shore.)

 

Well, I don't have any interesting news really, more of an anecdote.

I went to the toy store yesterday looking for SW merchandise. Not only was there Star Wars, there were new Transformers, new GI Joe vs. Cobra (Action force to you overseas), and new He-man figures. I felt like a kid in a store of some kind all over again.

Oh, and I have a question for all those computer hardware pros out there. When you're PC starts making wierd clicking noises, and then it says Warning, hard disk failure imminent, back up data immediatly and replace hard disk is that good? I really hope it is.

 

Ah, great, Tom. I couldn't find the thing.

AFTERNOON DELIGHT FACT: Mickey Jackson sang backup vocals on "Somebody's Watching Me".

A message from The Man: "I would like to publicly apologize for all the bad things that have been associated to me in the past."

You're forgiven, The!