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Oh, my God. Oh. Yeah. So you’re a cardiologist? Yes. I read all about you in the “Best Doctors.” You invented that cardiovalvola, right? I’m impressed. You’ve done your research. Well, I used to work as a drug rep. I tell ya, when you’ve held a, a beating human heart — Excuse me. I can’t even look at raw liver. I mean, I’m totally vegan. I’m Jim. Nice to meet you. It’s nice to meet you. I like this. Oh, thank you. Uh, welcome to the club. Thanks. You just moved to town? Are your kids here? Uh, yeah, they’re here somewhere. That’s what we love about the club. We never have to worry about them. Oh. instrumental music Let’s go home. Let the kids hang out with their new friends. Could you just, just try to act like you’re having a good time, alright, baby? . am trying. Okay. I don’t know if these Xanax are even working anymore. Maybe ease up on the taquitos. They work better on an empty stomach, alright? indistinct chatter Let me guess, your father is a, a finalist in the limbo competition. Yup. He’s wearing a sombrero. I knew it. So I was reading this thing about how whales go to Mexico to have their calves and then they travel back with them. But they have these half-day trips. We can go out on boats and you can see them. Oh, honey, hours on a boat? Oh, God, you’d die of boredom and seasickness. Yeah, it’ll be probably pretty lame anyways. Look at Jim. He does take after his father. I don’t know who you take after. You — You’re.. …your own special person, honey. That’s good. Hm. I’ll go find e! senor. Oh, get us nut of here. bell rings We learned at school about the tribe-s that originally inhabited PU’. The Chumash and the Tonga Native American tribes. There are new tribes now, of course. laughing Hey, what’s up with your sister? Why doesn’t she come hang out with us? My father said things would be different here. But X knew Jim wank! want tn be popular and I wouldn’t. Oh, she just does her own thing. That’s cool. That’s cool. Yeah. She’s awesome. Phone down in the back, please. Anybody offer any opinions? Do you remember? Does this ring a bell, the word mana when we studied Proper Asia and Polynesia? Their society was structured“ Hey, wait up! Property always sold fast in Palos Verdes. People liked that the grass had to be kept green and cut attractively that the walls of each house had to be painted every years and that the buildings were required to have tiled roofs. The beaches were maintained daily with special machines to clean the sand and thrush, mix and spit it out into crystals of immaculate white powder. The police knew each family by name and by make and model u! their car. There were no fights on the football stadium because the locals didn’t want anyone from out of town there after dark or anywhere in W, really. The beaches were not private but they might as well be. The residents didn’t want any outsiders ruining their zillion dollar views either. There were no streetlights fast food stands or apartment buildings. All outlawed by the city ordinance. A chaos of stars filled the skies of Palos Verdes. But everything else was regulated. indistinct song indistinct chatter indistinct chatter Wow. Whoa! Hey! Hey! Hey, keep it down! Do you know how Kate it is? Oi, lady. Go back inside. I’m gonna call the police. Go away! Don’t be bothering ’cause we’ll be louder! whole seconds, no turning. Don’t get up. What the hell? Where’d you get this? Don’t worry about it. We should get another one. Let’s ask mom. Do you really want one? Yeah. We don’t need to ask mom. Nah, people will laugh. Maybe we should go somewhere else. Don’t be such a baby. instrumental music I Ooh ooh ooh I Ooh ooh ooh When we were kids, Jim and I had a treehouse in our backyard. We’d pull up the ladder and no one could get to us. I always liked it best when it was just the two of us. For the first time in a long time it felt like we were in our treehouse again. I Ooh ooh ooh I Ooh ooh ooh I Ooh ooh ooh n’ Shit. It’s the bayboys. Keep it cool. Hey, where you going? Just takin’ my son surfing. Yeah. Are you? Dad, let’s just go somewhere else.



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