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Moutain Mama's Black Magic

Hi there … and welcome to Mountain Mama’s Wicked Music Hour … home grown and cooking up a pot

1) Black Magic Woman, Santana 5:20
2) Yellow Moon, Neville Brothers 4:04

Fallen in Sectional Constructions, by Michael A. Flanagan

3) Bad Things, Jace Everett 2:44
4) Devil Went Down To Georgia, Charlie Daniels 3:45
5) The Devil Had A Hold Of Me, Gillian Welch, 4:31

Disregarded Gift by Spiel

6) Welcome to my Nightmare, Alice Cooper 2:47
7) Time Warp, Little Nell, Patricia Quinn and Richard O’Brien
8) I Put a Spell On You, Nina Simone 2:38

Save-a-Gallon Contest topic of next "Speakeasy'

Christal Waters and Tim Starback of Davis Bicycles! are the guests on the Nov. 4 edition of "Speakeasy," a local talk show that airs Wednesdays at 10 a.m. on KDRT-LP, 95.7 FM in Davis. The show is also streamed live and archived at http://kdrt.org. The segment will repeat Nov. 11.

Waters and Starback will discuss Davis Bicycles!' many projects, but especially their school-related initiatives, including the citywide bike-to-school contest know as "Save-a-Gallon."

From the libretto of "Habanera", from Georges Bizet's "Carmen"

Love is a rebellious bird,
that no one can tame.
And you call him quite in vain
if it suits him not to come.

Nothing helps, neither threat nor prayer;
one man talks well,
but the other man is the one that I prefer.
He's silent, but I like his looks.

Love! Love! Love! Love!

Love is a gypsy's child,
it has never, ever known a law.
Love me not, then I love you;
If I love you, you best beware.

The bird you thought that you had caught,
beat it's wings and flew away.
Love stays away, you wait and wait;
when least expected, there it is.

All around you, swift so swift,

Mountain Mama Washed Clean

Hi there … and welcome to Mountain Mama’s Earth Music … home grown and washed clean

1) Rein Or Me, The Who 5:48
2) Things You Make Me Do, Devil Doll 5:53
3) Beyond Here Lies Nothing, Bob Dylan 3:50

rumi The Gift of Water

4) The Rain Song, Led Zeppelen 7:39
5) Rain, Patty Griffin, 4:08

Like Rain it sounded till it curved by Emily Dickinson
Like Rain it sounded till it curved
And then I new 'twas Wind --
It walked as wet as any Wave
But swept as dry as sand --
When it had pushed itself away
To some remotest Plain
A coming as of Hosts was heard