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Granted. But it's a sundial and you're a Genoese named Cristobal Colombo and your flotilla is heading into a hurricane. I wish I had a Delorean DMC.

Granted. Over your major league career, you hit the ball a TOTAL of 500 feet, (By the way, my significant other seems to think spending money is an Olympic event!) I wiah I could play Classical guitar as well as Christopher Parkening.

"Don't Laugh at Me" by Steven Seskin I'm a little boy with glasses, the one they call a "geek" A little girl who never smiles cuz I got braces on my teeth And I know how it feels to cry myself to sleep I'm that kid on every playground who’s always chosen last A single teenage mother tryin' to overcome my past You don't have to be my friend but is it too much to ask Don't laugh at me; don't call me names Don't get your pleasure from my pain In God's eyes we're all the same Some day we'll all have perfect wings Don't laugh at me I'm the beggar on the corner You’ve passed me on the street I wouldn't be out here begging if I had enough to eat And don't think I don't notice that our eyes never meet Don't laugh at me; don't call me names Don't get your pleasure from my pain In God's eyes we're all the same Some day we'll all have perfect wings Don't laugh at me I'm Fat. I'm Thin. I’m Short. I'm Tall. I'm Deaf. I'm Blind. Hey aren't we all? Don't laugh at me; don’t call me names Don't get your pleasure from my pain In God's eyes we're all the same Some day we'll all have perfect wings Don't laugh at me Don’t laugh at me Recorded by Peter, Paul & Mary some years ago, but I found it on "Cordell Country" by Cordell Keith Haugen.

Granted, the carpet is on a FedEx cargo jet, and you're shortly to be a "Castaway"! (Say "Hello" to "Wilson.") I wish for the wisdom of an ace financial planner.

Granted, but are you sure you need all those whips, high heeled shoes, and spiked hammers, your grace, The Marquis de Sade? I wish I were a musician.

Classical, eh? Nothing like a 1942 tune to get that "Spring in the Country" feeling. Aaron Copland: Appalachian Spring. How about a trip across the Rio Grande? Aaron Copland: El Salon Mexico. What about Summertime fireworks? Handel: Music for the Royal Fireworks. Do you just wanna dance? Dvorak: The Slavonic Dances, Op. 46 & 72. How about a composer who kept it short? Leroy Anderson: Sleigh Ride (For those "dog days of Summer.") When the world seems ready to explode. Beethoven: Symphony #9. Lighten up already! Mozart: Eine Kleine Nachtmusik.

Granted, but the team was sold to an owner with megalomanic tendencies. You are now starting point guard for the "Pyongyang Suns." (If you fail...it's Darth Vader time.) "Mythbusters" refers to the Discovery Channel team of Adam Savage and Jamie Hyneman. So, I STILL wish to be a mythbuster.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OCgJACYsOSo "Indy's Theme" can really get your morning going, especially if you have to do something major in life.

Granted. Nosferatu is your name, but your bimbo girlfriend just drew the drapes. (Talk about going up in a puff of smoke.) I wish to be a "Mythbuster."

It's 1400, getting hot due to weak tradewinds, so I ate an apple banana and chased it down with a Diet Coke. I was going to the Ala Moana Apple Store to look for a non-sparking AC adapter for the AlBook, but 3G iPhone hysteria rules.

"No One Plays Our Music Better Than Us"=The sales on the last album sucked bigtime, so we're gonna count up our royalties and sulk for a while.

Granted. But now they're paranoid schizophrenic, and after you! (Wotta mess!) I wish to meet Leonard Da Vinci.

Granted, "Mr. Philip J. Frye," unfortunately, you will have to dodge sentient Cockroaches which regard apes as pests in 1K years from now. I wish there is/was a United Federation of Planets/Starfleet. (either will do.)

Granted, but run as fast as you can, the continent is Pangaea! (My aren't those female proto-Dinosaurs having such a feast.) I wish for proof of extra-terrestrial life forms.

Have you ever heard of the "FISH Cheer"? If you bought Country Joe & The Fish's "I Feel Like I'm Fixin' To Die" LP, that's what you got. But if you were at Woodstock (#1 in Bethany, NY), you know the opening cheer for "The I Feel Like I'm Fixin' To Die Rag," had nothing to to do with fish. So, "Gimme an F! Gimme a U! Gimme a C! Gimme a K! What's that spell?"

Then there's that "show some backbone" song by Don Henley & Glen Frey, "Get Over It." I turn on the tube and what do I see A whole lotta people cryin' "Don't blame me" They point their crooked little fingers at everybody else Spend all their time feelin' sorry for themselves Victim of this, victim of that Your momma's too thin; your daddy's too fat Get over it Get over it All this whinin' and cryin' and pitchin' a fit Get over it, get over it You say you haven't been the same since you had your little crash But you might feel better if they gave you some cash The more I think about it, Old Billy was right Let's kill all the lawyers -- kill 'em tonight You don't want to work; you want to live like a king But the big, bad world doesn't owe you a thing Get over it Get over it If you don't want to play, then you might as well split Get over it, get over it It's like going to confession every time I hear you speak You're makin' the most of your losin' streak Some call it sick, but I call it weak You drag it around like a ball and chain You wallow in the guilt; you wallow in the pain You wave it like a flag, you wear it like a crown Got your mind in the gutter, bringin' everybody down Complain about the present and blame it on the past I'd like to find your inner child and kick its little ass Then there's that "show a little backbone" song by Henley & Frey, "Get Over It" Get over it Get over it All this bitchin' and moanin' and pitchin'a fit Get over it, get over it Get over it Get over it It's gotta stop sometime, so why don't you quit Get over it, get over it Judging by recent cultural and political events, people still don't get it.

http://mog.com/music/Mason_Williams Scroll down to Mason Williams cover of John Hartford's "this relationship is over" with the long title.

http://www.bardsguild.com/filk/4and20virgins.htm This link, however, is to a song that has been credited to Robert Burns, and performed live by Jim Croce at his last concert. (It's just so full of images, said he.)

http://www.snopes.com/language/literary/rosie.asp Snopes says "Ring Around The Rosie" ISN'T about The Black Death/Bubonic Plague.

If you're looking for Revolutionary stuff, try this link to Mog.com: http://mog.com/music/Mark_O'Connor Two tunes featured in Minnesota Public TV and PBS' "Liberty! The American Revolution." :guitar:

A certain Latino artist beat Jimi The Great to "The Star-Spangled Banner," and got roasted/villified/denounced in July, 1968. http://mog.com/music/Jos%25C3%25A9_Feliciano You mean you don't remember Jose Feliciano's soulful rendition? Sic transit gloria.

Codfish with Broccoli Normandie topped with Salsa on a slice of whole wheat bread. (Served cold due to a hot, humid day) Followed by a square of dark chocolate or some watermelon cubes. Plain water seems best for the conditions.

"Wheels"-Dan Tyminski "Putumayo Presents: South Pacific Islands" "Best of David Lanz"

I first heard "The Hang Glider Song" in the middle 1970's. If you're at "Beach 5" (Makapu'u beach), all you need do is look syward...

I'll cast my vote for "Folk disguised as Country." "Halley Came To Jackson" by Mary Chapin Carpenter. Late one night when the wind was still Daddy brought the baby to the window sill To see a bit of heaven shoot across the sky The one and only time Daddy saw it fly It came from the east just as bright as a torch The neighbors had a party on their porch Daddy rocked the baby, Mother said "amen" When Halley came to visit in nineteen ten Now back then Jackson was a real small town And it's not every night a comet comes around It was almost eighty years since its last time through So I bet your mother would've said "amen" too As its tail stretched out like a stardust streak The papers wrote about it every day for a week They wondered where it's going and where it's been When Halley came to Jackson in 1910 Now Daddy told the baby sleeping in his arms To dream a little dream of a comet's charms And he made a little wish as she slept so sound In nineteen eighty-six that wish came 'round It came from the east, just as bright as a torch She saw it in the sky from her daddy's porch As heavenly sent as it was back then When Halley came to Jackson in nineteen ten Late one night when the wind was still