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Posted on 15 May 2012 00:51:05 BDT
Lez Lee says:
As Steven/Neph seems to indicate TOM how about :

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die
I met her on the mountain
There I took her life
Met her on the mountain
Stabbed her with my knife
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

I recommend
Talking Guitar Blues - The Very Best of Lonnie Donegan

50 tracks - fairly definitive. Pity his 'Love is Strange' is missing though, another winner.

In reply to an earlier post on 15 May 2012 00:55:10 BDT
nephran says:
I was using the TOM TOM from Dennis' lyric Lez Lee..Not indicating it..

In reply to an earlier post on 15 May 2012 00:56:34 BDT
Last edited by the author on 15 May 2012 01:12:21 BDT
World Cup Willie, though? I think I could do the words to that off the top of my head, so it's a shame that I can't think of a link with Tom Dooley. Here's another Tom hanging down his head:

"Hush a wild violet, hush a band of gold.
Hush you're in a story I heard somebody told.
Tear the promise from my heart, tear my heart today;
You have found another, oh baby I must go away.
So hang down your head for sorrow, hang down your head for me
Hang down your head tomorrow, hang down your head, Marie."

I was mulling Lonnie Donegan & The Original Hits Of The Skiffle Explosion: no novelty songs and an extra disc. But I'll do a closer & more detailed comparison tomorrow.

It doesn't have 'Love Is Strange' either -- in view of its terms of reference that's not surprising if 'Love Is Strange' is the Mickie & Sylvia/Everly Brothers song.

In reply to an earlier post on 15 May 2012 01:10:43 BDT
nocheese says:
Written by Dave Alvin:

Marie Marie, playing guitar on the back porch
I sit in my car, while she sings so sad Marie Marie

Marie Marie, It's so lonely in these farmlands
Please come with me, to the bright lights downtown Marie Marie

I said: "hey, pretty girl, don't you understand
I just want to be your lovin' man"

Marie Marie, the sun is down in the cornfields,
The evening is dark, and you sing so sad Marie Marie

In reply to an earlier post on 15 May 2012 01:16:28 BDT
Last edited by the author on 15 May 2012 01:20:04 BDT
Now that Mary/Marie/Maria has entered the frame, this could go one of a number of ways: Schubert, Tony Christie, Shaking Stevens, the Sutherland Brothers....

Nick Lowe for now:

"She was a winner, who became the doggy's dinner.
She never meant that much to me,
but now I see.
Poor Marie."

In reply to an earlier post on 15 May 2012 01:19:57 BDT
nephran says:
Dennis only MARIE as entered the frame.

In reply to an earlier post on 15 May 2012 01:22:24 BDT
Last edited by the author on 15 May 2012 01:27:51 BDT
I love your interjections, Steven. They remind me of Nick Logan's parenthetical running commentaries from his NME days. (Sample: "I'll 'post-Nietzschean depression' you in a minute, Penman - ed.")

One mean interjector, is what you are.

In reply to an earlier post on 15 May 2012 01:26:26 BDT
nephran says:
LOL..Just trying to keep it real Dennis.Although on the music forum that's becoming increasingly difficult.I'm beginning to think i'm the only rational person on here.

Posted on 15 May 2012 01:35:26 BDT
Last edited by the author on 15 May 2012 01:36:47 BDT
Rational is good.

One person's rational is another person's literal-minded, though. And literal-minded is definitely bad.

Too much literalmindedness makes Jack a soppy-stern boy.

In reply to an earlier post on 15 May 2012 01:42:40 BDT
nocheese says:
Poor me wa a ha a ho
Poor me wa a ha a ho
Sorry thoughts leaping around my head
It's been heard and it's been said
That
You tried to date another guy
Didn't hide, didn't even try
Cheating me with lies again
Making me remember when
I used to hold you baby
So tight, each night, that's right
I kinda hoped that maybe you might
Fall for poor me
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Posted on 15 May 2012 02:05:52 BDT
"I would rather to live poor and clean
than live rich in corruption."

Gregory Isaacs.

Five discs of Lonnie, with Love Is Strange on board, plus a song called My Marie.

The Lonnie Donegan Collection

In reply to an earlier post on 15 May 2012 02:32:43 BDT
nocheese says:
Time and love has branded me with its claws
Had to go to Florida, dodgin' them Georgia laws
Poor boy, in the hotel called the Palace of Gloom
Calls down to room service, says send up a room

In reply to an earlier post on 15 May 2012 09:40:52 BDT
Val H. says:
And whilst that deckchair in the garden it makes no sense
It doesn't spoil the view or cause offence
Those Floridas, Bavarias and Kents
Make gentlemen wear shorts but don't make gents

In reply to an earlier post on 15 May 2012 09:48:12 BDT
Last edited by the author on 15 May 2012 09:48:50 BDT
"Her father's euonymus shines as we walk,
And swing past the summer-house, buried in talk,
And cool the verandah that welcomes us in
To the six-o'clock news and a lime-juice and gin."

Talk of one Lonnie made me think of another. We should have a Nation's Favourite Lonnie poll. I would see it going down to the wire, not least because Mr Johnson did the original version of the King's 'Tomorrow Night' and because he recorded these two lovely albums:
Blues & Ballads

Blues Ballads & Jumpin J

In reply to an earlier post on 15 May 2012 10:37:17 BDT
Brass Neck says:
My heater's broke and I'm so tired
I need some fuel to build a fire
The girl next door, her lights are out, yeah
The landlord's gone, I'm down and out

It's cold gin time again
You know it'll always win
Cold gin time again
You know it's the only thing
That keeps us together

Kiss

Posted on 15 May 2012 10:58:01 BDT
Last edited by the author on 15 May 2012 10:58:39 BDT
easytiger says:
I'm hunting and I'm tryna find
A belt in the early morn
When your home is a trash mount
Look all over but you're right out
In need of black strap
No belts in this flat

No belts in this flat
The former tenant was anti-corporal-punish
Meant well, but it came to nothing
A light has just gone out
A bulb has just gone out

No belts in this flat
No bulbs in this flat
In need of white lamp

They say damp records the past
if that's soI've got the biggest library yet
the biggest library yet
Fall

Posted on 15 May 2012 11:10:26 BDT
Lez Lee says:
Madam Librarian
What can I do, my dear, to catch your ear
I love you madly, madly Madam Librarian...Marian
Heaven help us if the library caught on fire
And the Volunteer Hose Brigademen
Had to whisper the news to Marian...Madam Librarian!
What can I say, my dear, to make it clear
I need you badly, badly, Madam Librarian...Marian
If I stumbled and I busted my what-you-may-call-it
I could lie on your floor
'Till my body had turned to carrion....Madam Librarian.
Now in the moonlight, a man could sing it
In the moonlight
And a fellow would know that his darling
Had heard ev'ry word of his song
With the moonlight helping along.
But when I try in here to tell you, dear
I love you madly, madly, Madam Librarian...Marian
It's a long lost cause I can never win
For the civilized world accepts as unforgivable sin
Any talking out loud with any librarian
Such as Marian.....Madam Librarian.

From The Music Man

Posted on 15 May 2012 11:33:59 BDT
Last edited by the author on 15 May 2012 11:37:13 BDT
Back to Marie:

"I work at the library.
For friends I have all the poets: Baudelaire, Chateaubriand;
To us here, think what you will, they are really very kind.
We have pudding on Sunday, and fish on Friday.

So, Marie, Marie,
Write a little more often, please,
To number 14,200."

Gilbert Bécaud

In reply to an earlier post on 15 May 2012 11:46:07 BDT
Brass Neck says:
Now if you've ever been down to New Orleans
Then you can understand just what I mean
All through the week it's quiet as a mouse
And on Saturday night they go from house to house

You don't have to pay the usual admission
If you're a cook, a waiter or a good musician
So if you happen to be just passin' by
Stop in at the Saturday Night Fish Fry

Louis Jordan

Posted on 15 May 2012 11:51:01 BDT
Last edited by the author on 15 May 2012 11:51:20 BDT
"It was deep into his fiery heart,
He took the dust of Joan of Arc;
And then she clearly understood:
If he was fire, then she.. must be wood."

In reply to an earlier post on 15 May 2012 11:56:30 BDT
Brass Neck says:
I went into a home one day to see some friends of mine
Of all the books and magazines, not a Bible could I find
I asked them for the Bible, when they brought it, what a shame
For the dust was covered o'er it, not a fingerprint was plain

Dust on the Bible, dust on the holy word
The words of all the prophets and the sayings of our Lord
Of all the other books, you'll find, there's none salvation holds
Get that dust off the Bible and redeem your poor soul

Kitty Wells

In reply to an earlier post on 15 May 2012 12:09:28 BDT
Last edited by the author on 15 May 2012 12:10:44 BDT
There's also a great version of 'Dust on the Bible' by Hank himself:

Dust On The Bible

Posted on 15 May 2012 13:16:58 BDT
easytiger says:
Now in darkness, world stops turning
Ashes where the bodies burning
No more war pigs have the power
Hand of God has struck the hour
Day of judgement, God is calling
On their knees, the war pigs crawling
Begging mercies for their sins
Satan laughing, spreads his wings
OH LORD YEAH

In reply to an earlier post on 15 May 2012 13:23:45 BDT
Brass Neck says:
Until the philosophy which hold one race superior
And another
Inferior
Is finally
And permanently
Discredited
And abandoned -
Everywhere is war -
Me say war.

That until there no longer
First class and second class citizens of any nation
Until the colour of a man's skin
Is of no more significance than the colour of his eyes -
Me say war.

Bob Marley (from a speech by Haile Selassie)

Posted on 15 May 2012 13:33:06 BDT
easytiger says:
The local pub, it stands silent
And all of this town, will be soon
And you remember the pints we would sink
And sing "the fuzz is watching you"
And you remember them wagons that took us straight down the nick
When we would sing back to them, don't it make you feel like a prick?

War on the terraces
War on the terraces
It was war on the terraces
War on the terraces
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