Petecasts

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Too good to be true

May Day!

Out of John and Paul's heads

Jamming with Heather's leg end

Turns so sour

Happy goo year,
Uncle Rebus

Yule Know My Name

I me me me

Thank you, Anthony.

It happens all the time

SPF-15

Jeah, jeah, jeah!

Paul McCartney goes too far

Toffee-nosed wet weekend as far as I can see.

You left me

Thank
you,
Alison

Nobody
else
wanted
him

It's all 2 much

Thank
you,
Tammy.

Lucky, Lefty, Charlie, Itchy, and Scratchy

A loan

Maybe one...

Mersey Mersey me

O'Really?

Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale

Sherman, set the wayback machine...

This marks the second time that we've included Apple recording artist Brute Force in a petecast. We apologize. Sincerely. It'll never happen again.

Thank you Man from Mars.

Mallow sided hippo clinics

Gone daddy gone

Thank you, Michael Lynch.
nanker.podomatic.com

Who'll be the next in line?

Take 2

Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water that runs down my drain

You fasten the triggers for the others to fire
Then you set back and watch when the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion as young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies and is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear that can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children into the world
For threatening my baby unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood that runs in your veins

How much do I know to talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young you might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness do you think that it could
I think you will find when your death takes its toll
All the money you made will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die and your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket in the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave 'til I'm sure that you're dead

Long live all of us crazy soldiers

The Uline Ice Arena was renamed the Washington Coliseum in 1960. Though gutted, it still stands. Jack Alix from WINX, Jay McKay from WEAM, and Johnny Dark from WCAO were also concert emcees. Seating capacity at the Washington Coliseum was 8,092 when The Beatles played. The band played there on a Tuesday, two days after their Ed Sullivan debut. Neither the Rhondels nor the Ronettes played the show. Jay & the Americans, the Caravelles, the Righteous Brothers, and Tommy Roe performed before intermission (in that order). No one sang Be My Baby. No acts were cancelled. The Chiffons sang just before The Beatles. Ringo never expressed any love for jelly beans. In addition to 50 DC policemen, there were 50 stationary security guards from the National Detective Agency. Carroll James introduced Ringo Starr. There were no other introductions. After returning to New York, The Beatles went on to Miami. They didn't return in 1965 and never played the Coliseum again.
(As you've undoubtedly figured out by now, each annoying 'ding' means that another 'fact' has been uttered.)

Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna
Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna
Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna
Krishna Krishna Krishna Cranky Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna
Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna
Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna

Whip deflation now

Ride your Raleigh
Through the valleys

Deep blue throat

Most of all.

Something on the air

Derek Taylor in free form

I got a million of 'em. Hotchacha!

Consistency is overrated.

Brian Epstein substitutes for Johnny Carson on the Tonight Show, February 29th 1965.

David E. Dexter Jr. warmly recalls his neverending fun and close collaboration with the Fab Four in this charming and touching tribute to The Beatles.