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In reply to an earlier post on 25 Jul 2012, 06:24:30 BST
Last edited by the author on 25 Jul 2012, 06:28:15 BST
Brass Neck says:
L'enfer du Nord: Paris - Roubaix
La Cote d'Azur et Saint Tropez
Les Alpes et les Pyrennees
Derniere etape Champs-Elysees
Galibier et Tourmalet
En danseuse jusqu'au sommet
Pedaler en grand braquet
Sprint final a l'arrivee
Crevaison sur les paves
Le velo vite repare
Le peloton est regroupe
Camarades et amitie
Monsieur Weegeens est le gagnant

Kraftwerk
(OK I made the last line up - sue me!)

In reply to an earlier post on 25 Jul 2012, 12:40:28 BST
Johnny Bee says:
I've got a bike, you can ride if you like
it's got a basket, a bell that rings
and things to make it look good
I'd give it to you if I could
but I borrowed it

Syd

Posted on 25 Jul 2012, 15:53:10 BST
Val H. says:
The day began with a rainbow in the sand
As I cycled into Kerry
Cattle grazing on a steep hillside
Looked well fed, well balanced
Close to the edge

Pedal on, pedal on, pedal on for miles
Pedal on
Pedal on, pedal on, pedal on for miles
Pedal on

I take a break, I close my eyes
And I'm happy as the dolphin
In a quiet spot talking to myself
Talking about the rain
Talking about the rain
All this rain

Pedal on
Pedal on, pedal on, pedal on for miles
Pedal on

You see whenever I'm alone
I tend to brood
But when I'm out on my bike
It's a different mood
I leave my brain at home
Get up on the saddle
No hanging around
I don't diddle-daddle
I work my legs
I pump my thights
Take in the scenery passing me by
The Kerry mountains or the Wicklow hills
The antidote to my emotional ills
A motion built upon human toil
Nuclear free needs no oil
But it makes me hot, makes me hard
I never thought I could have come this far
Through miles of mountains, valleys, streams
This is the right stuff filling my dreams
So come on, get up on your bike
Ah go on, get up on your bike

Pedal on
Pedal on, pedal on, pedal on for miles
Pedal on

Finally
With my face to that bitter wind
I bombed it into Killarney
Skin raw like a sushi dinner
And an appetite
That would eat the hind leg of the lamb of God
Even though you know
I wouldn't dream of doing such a thing
Then settle down for a quiet night
Think about what I've seen and done
And wonder

There's a reason for this
Now is the time
To speak of the problem troubling my mind
Sick of the traffic choking our towns
Freaking me out, bringing me down
Knock down houses, build more lanes
Once was a problem, now it's insane
My solution it's one that I like
It's Muddy
The Acoustic Motorbike
So come on, get up on your bike
Ah go on, get up on your bike

Pedal on
Pedal on, pedal on, pedal on for miles
Pedal on

Ah go on
Ah go on
Get up on your bike
Get up on your bike

(Luka Bloom again)

Posted on 25 Jul 2012, 16:51:10 BST
nocheese says:
(I love 'eat the hind leg of the lamb of god', Val).

At the age of nineteen, I was ploughin' the land
With me brogues on me feet and me spade in me hand.
Says I to meself, "What a pity to see
Such a fine Kerry lad diggin' spuds in Tralee."

To me Kerry-I-Ah, fa lal deral lay,
Kerry-I-Ah, fa lal deral lay.

So I buttered me brogues and shook hands with me spade
And went off to the fair like a dashing young blade.
A sergeant come up and said "Would ye enlist?"
"Sure, sergeant," says I, "Slip the bob in me fist".

Then up came a captain, a man of great fame,
Who straightways enquires me country and name;
Well, I told him before as I'd tell him again
That me father and mother were two Kerrymen.

Well the first thing they gave me it was a red coat
With a lump of black leather to tie 'round me throat.
The next thing they gave me --- I said "What is that?"
"Sure, man, a cockade for to stick in yer hat!"

The next thing they gave me they called it a horse
With a saddle and bridle, me two legs across.
Well, I gave 'er the whip and I gave 'er the steel
And, Oh Holy Mother! She went like an eel.

The next thing they gave me, they called it a gun,
So under the trigger I settled me thumb.
The gun it belched fire, and vomited smoke
And gave me poor shoulder the Divil's own stroke.

The next place they took us was down to the sea,
Aboard a great ship, bound for the Crimee,
With three sticks in the middle, all covered with sheet
She walked on the water without any feet.

We reached Balaclava all safe and all sound,
And tired and weary we lay on the ground.
Next morning at daybreak a bugle did call,
And served us a breakfast of powder and ball.

We whipped them at Alma and at Inkerman
But the Rooshians they foiled us at the Redan.
While scaling a rampart meself lost an eye
And a great Russian bullet ran away with me thigh.

All dyin' and bleedin' I lay on the ground,
With me arms, legs and feet all scattered around.
Says I to meself, "If me father was nigh
He would bury me, sure, just for fear I might die."

But a surgeon come up and he soon stops the blood,
And he made me an iligant leg made of wood;
And they made me a pension of tenpence a day
And contented with Sheila I live on half-pay

Now that was the story my grandfather told,
As he sat by the fire all withered and old.
"Remember," said he,"that the Irish fight well,
But the Russian artillery's hotter than Hell."

In reply to an earlier post on 25 Jul 2012, 20:27:23 BST
Last edited by the author on 25 Jul 2012, 20:31:43 BST
Johnny Bee says:
Oh, me and my cousin, one Arthur McBride
As we went a-walkin' down by the seaside
Mark know what followed and what did betide
For it bein' on Christmas mornin'
Now, for recreation, we went on a tramp
And we met Sergeant Napper and Corporal Vamp
And a little wee drummer intending to camp
For the day bein' pleasant and charming.

"Good morning, good morning," the sergeant he cried
"And the same to you gentleman," we did reply
Intending no harm but means to pass by
For it bein' on Christmas morning
"But," says he, "My fine fellows, if you will enlist
Ten guineas in gold I'll stick in your fist
And a crown in the bargain for to kick up the dust
And drink the king's health in the morning.

"For a soldier, he leads a very fine life
And he always is blessed with a charming young wife
And he pays all his debts without sorrow or strike
And he always lives pleasant and charmin'
And a soldier he always is decent and clean
In the finest of clothing he's constantly seen
While other poor fellows go dirty and mean
And sup on thin gruel in the morning".

"But," says Arthur, "I wouldn't be proud of your clothes
For you've only the lend of them, as I suppose
But you dare not change them one night, for you know
If you do, you'll be flogged in the morning
And although that we're single and free
We take great delight in our own company
We have no desire strange places to see
Although that your offers are charming.

"And we have no desire to take your advance
All hazards and dangers we barter on chance
For you'd have no scruples for to send us to France
Where we could get shot without warning"
"Oh no," says the Sergeant, "I'll have no such chat
And neither will I take it from snappy young brats
For if you insult me with one other word
I'll cut off your heads in the morning".
And Arthur and I, we soon drew our hogs
And we scarce gave them time to draw their own blades
When a trusty shillelagh came over their head
And bid them take that as fair warning
And their old rusty rapiers that hung by their sides
We flung them as far as we could in the tide
"Now take them up, devils !" cried Arthur McBride
"And temper their edge in the morning!".

And the little wee drummer, we flattered his bow
And we made a football of his rowdy-dow-dow
Threw it in the tide for to rock and to roll
And bade it a tedious returning
And we havin' no money, paid them off in cracks
We paid no respect to their two bloody backs
And we lathered them there like a pair of wet sacks
And left them for dead in the morning.

And so, to conclude and to finish disputes
We obligingly asked if they wanted recruits
For we were the lads who would give them hard clouts
And bid them look sharp in the morning.

Oh, me and my cousin, one Artur McBride
As we went a-walkin' down by the seaside
Mark now what followed and what did betide
For it bein' on Christmas morning.

(Trad. - Dylan does this really well)

In reply to an earlier post on 25 Jul 2012, 21:28:46 BST
Last edited by the author on 26 Jul 2012, 09:39:31 BST
nocheese says:
(I had a feeling that one would be next; btw, JB, Dylan's version is a note for note, word for word copy of Paul Brady's version, and none the worse for that; here's PB on 'Transatlantic Sessions:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HJ7Is1ZR_SQ).

Twa recruiting sergeants came frae the Black Watch
Tae markets and fairs, some recruits for tae catch
But a' that they 'listed was forty and twa:
Enlist my bonnie laddie an' come awa

Chorus: And it's over the mountain and over the main
Through Gibraltar, to France and Spain
Pit a feather tae your bonnet, and a kilt aboon
Your knee
List my bonnie laddie and come awa with
Me.

Oh laddie ye dinna ken the danger that yer in
If yer horses was to fleg, and yer owsen was to rin
This greedy aul fermer, he wouldna pay yer fee
Sae list my bonnie laddie and come awa wi' me
(Chorus)
With your tattie porin's and yer meal and kale,
Yer soor sowan' soorin's and yer ill-brewed ale,
Yer buttermilk, yer whey, and yer breid fired raw
Sae list my bonnie laddie and come awa
(Chorus)
And it's into the barn and out o' the byre
This aul farmer, he thinks ye never tire
It's a slavery life o' low degree
Sae list my bonnie laddie and come awa with me
(Chorus)
O laddie if ye've got a sweetheart an' a bairn,
Ye'll easily get rid o' that ill-spun yarn
Twa rattles o' the drum aye and that'll pay it a'
Sae list my bonnie laddie and come awa.
(Chorus)

In reply to an earlier post on 26 Jul 2012, 16:46:43 BST
Last edited by the author on 26 Jul 2012, 17:00:17 BST
Babyshambler says:
(Lovely clip nc. There's also a nice version by Planxty, with whom Paul Brady was a member for a short spell. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6-zPpLTtfQY)

As I was walking all alane
I heard twa corbies makin' mane
And one ontae the other did say
Where shall we gang and dine the day
Where shall we gang and dine the day

In behind yon oul fail dyke
I wot there lies a new slain knight
And naebody kens that he lies there
But his hawk and his hound and his lady fair
His hawk and his hound and his lady fair

His hawk is tae the hunting gane
His hound to fetch the wild fowl hane
His lady has taken another mate
So we can make our dinner sweet
We can make our dinner sweet

You can sit on his white breast bone
And I'll pick out his bonny blue e'en
And with a lock of his yellow hair
We'll theek our nest when it grows bare
We'll theek our nest when it grows bare

And many's a one for him makes mane
Naebody kens where he has gane
Through his white bones when they grow bare
The wind shall blow forever mare
The wind shall blow forever mare

(Trad. again, but Steeleye Span do a lovely rendition)

Posted on 26 Jul 2012, 22:27:49 BST
nocheese says:
(Thanks for the Plaxty - haven't they got old?)

Making your way through an orangepeel orchard
Tracing your day from disillusioned to debauched
And spring passed quickly below the rotten elm tree
You weren't kissed there you were pissed in the lavatory
And shaving is something that you grew out of

And it would take a heat wave to get you to take your jacket off
You hang around the square watching someone kick the boys in
With a hand through your hair as if to comb out the poison
Sing some stupid song about crows in the wheatfield
It's been so long since you saw crows in the wheatfield

And don't forget that day you remembered
When you saw fish swim in the sewage system river
And keep revising that picture in your mind
When you left home and the crows behind

And the apples were sweet and summers were long
Digging in your bare feet on a short yellow lawn
You used to stifle a smile or forget not to yawn
o all the things that men do when they're to the river born


With fifty-five pence between his two fingers
And a swirling head as the feeling of hunger lingers
Sing some stupid songs about crows in the wheatfield
It's been so long since you saw crows in the wheatfield
Sing some stupid song about crows in the wheatfield
You knew all along you were a crow in the wheatfield

Del Amitri

In reply to an earlier post on 26 Jul 2012, 22:39:47 BST
Last edited by the author on 26 Jul 2012, 22:40:28 BST
Johnny Bee says:
Outside another yellow moon
Punched a hole in the nighttime, yes
I climb through the window and down the street
Shining like a new dime
The downtown trains are full
With all those Brooklyn girls
They try so hard to break out of their little worlds

You wave your hand and they scatter like crows
They have nothing that will ever capture your heart
They're just thorns without the rose
Be careful of them in the dark
Oh if I was the one
You chose to be your only one
Oh baby can't you hear me now

Will I see you tonight
On a downtown train
Every night its just the same
You leave me lonely, now
I know your window and I know its late
I know your stairs and your doorway
I walk down your street and past your gate
I stand by the light at the four way
You watch them as they fall
They stay at the carnival
But they'll never win you back

(Waits)

In reply to an earlier post on 26 Jul 2012, 23:19:04 BST
nocheese says:
Hey bus driver, keep the change
Bless your children, give them names
Don't trust men who walk with canes
Drink this and you'll grow wings on your feet
Broadway Mary, Joan Fontaine
Advertiser on a downtown train
Christmas crier bustin' cane
He's in love again

Where dock worker's dreams mix with panther's schemes
To someday own the rodeo
Tainted women in VistaVision
Perform for out-of-state kids at the late show

Wizard imps and sweat sock pimps
Interstellar mongrel nymphs
Rex said that lady left him limp
Love's like that (sure it is)
Queen of diamonds, ace of spades
Newly discovered lovers of the Everglades
They take out a full-page ad in the trades
To announce their arrival
And Mary Lou, she found out how to cope
She rides to heaven on a gyroscope
The Daily News asks her for the dope
She said, "Man, the dope's that there's still hope"

Senorita, Spanish rose
Wipes her eyes and blows her nose
Uptown in Harlem she throws a rose
To some lucky young matador

Brucie

Posted on 26 Jul 2012, 23:51:09 BST
Lez Lee says:
The summer sun set a vicious circus
When shadows held the world in place
But today I felt a chill in my apartment's coolest place
Fuggi regal fantasima

The village larks cannot be heard
'Cause all the crows got panderers
I can't escape these velvet drapes
Don't want my rings to fall off my fingers
Fuggi regal fantasima

The mirror I find hard to face
'Cause I fear it's a long way down
Got to get away from here
Think I know which hemisphere
Crazy me don't think there's pain in Barcelona
They dance you round a waltz confound
But I fear it's a long way down

Even if that straw I pull
And I got to fight that bull
Nothing really does compare to Barcelona
Besides in Spain Don Juan's to blame
But I fear it's a long way down
And I fear i won't be around

Make sure I have all my papers
Laying out my summer clothes
Search for traps in vain like scratching
So my suitcase I can close
Fuggi regal fantasima

Rufus W.

(Just love 'All the crows got panderers')

In reply to an earlier post on 27 Jul 2012, 00:28:07 BST
Johnny Bee says:
I've driven your highways and back roads;
I rode your Grey Dog
Through the snow and sleet and hail,
Through the sunlight and fog,
Heard the ravens call morning up;
With their little raw saxophones
But the darkest of ravens was Nina Simone

In reply to an earlier post on 27 Jul 2012, 00:47:28 BST
nocheese says:
The bridge at midnight trembles,
The country doctor rambles,
Bankers' nieces seek perfection,
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring.
The wind howls like a hammer,
The night blows cold and rainy,
My love she's like some raven
At my window with a broken wing.

(If you're not going to mention Tom Russell, I won't mention Zimmy)

Posted on 27 Jul 2012, 00:50:18 BST
Lez Lee says:
(The lady who looks after the ravens at Knaresborough Castle takes them on the bus to her market stall)

Posted on 28 Jul 2012, 15:11:31 BST
Lez Lee says:
I can't look at the rocket launch
The trophy wives of the astronauts
And i won't listen to their words
'cause i like
Birds

I don't care for walking downtown
Crazy auto-car gonna mow me down
Look at all the people like cows in a herd
Well, i like
Birds

If you're small and on a search
I've got a feeder for you to perch on

I can't stand in line at the store
The mean little people are such a bore
But it's alright if you act like a turd
'cause i like
Birds

If you're small and on a search
I've got a feeder for you to perch on

Eels

In reply to an earlier post on 28 Jul 2012, 16:04:03 BST
Last edited by the author on 28 Jul 2012, 16:05:00 BST
Val H. says:
The birds are the keepers of our secret
As they saw us where we lay
In the deepest grass of springtime
In a reckless guilty haze

And they wove a sweet indifference
And it settled on our skin
Till the eyes that I remembered
For the last time drew me in

The birds, though I wore your glacial patience
To a smudge of bitter dust
On the last day you embraced me
With a glistening sapling trust

Did they sing a million blessings
As they watched us slowly part?
Do they keep those final kisses
In their tiny racing hearts

What are we gonna do with you?
Same tale every time
What are we gonna do with you?
Come on inside
Looking back is for the birds

What are we gonna do with you?
Same tale every time
What are we gonna do with you?
Come on inside
Looking back is for the birds

What are we gonna do with you?
Same tale every time
What are we gonna do with you?
Come on inside
Looking back is for the birds

What are we gonna do with you?
Same tale every time
What are we gonna do with you?
Come on inside
Looking back is for the birds

The birds are the keepers of our secret
As they saw us where we lay
In the deepest grass of springtime
In a reckless guilty haze

What are we gonna do with you?
Same tale every time
What are we gonna do with you?
Come on inside
Looking back is for the birds

Did they sing a million blessings
As they watched us slowly part?

What are we gonna do with you?
Same tale every time
What are we gonna do with you?
Come on inside
Looking back is for the birds

Do they keep those final kisses
In their tiny racing hearts

What are we gonna do with you?
Same tale every time
What are we gonna do with you?
Come on inside
Looking back is for the birds

What are we gonna do with you?
What are we gonna do with you?

(Elbow)

You got that one past the Zon police Lez, but for how long?

Posted on 28 Jul 2012, 16:37:09 BST
Lez Lee says:
'Turd' seems to be OK, Val. I remember a few on the Farting thread a while back!!

In reply to an earlier post on 28 Jul 2012, 17:39:36 BST
Last edited by the author on 28 Jul 2012, 17:40:03 BST
nocheese says:
Morning has come,
With the first rays of sun,
Breakin' through our window pane.
Songs fill the air,
But there's no singer there,
Just an old wooden guitar playin'.

Writing a song,
Won't take very long,
Trying not to use the word "old".
Thinking about,
Taking chances and doubts,
That still linger in the cold.

Looking forward,
All that I can see,
Is good things happening
to you and to me.
I'm not waiting,
For times to change.
I'm going to live
Like a free-roamin' soul,
On the highway of our love.

Morning has come,
With the first rays of sun,
Breaking through our window pane.
Songs fill the air,
But there's no singer there,
Just an old wooden guitar playin'.

Neil Young

In reply to an earlier post on 28 Jul 2012, 21:10:51 BST
Last edited by the author on 28 Jul 2012, 21:12:52 BST
Johnny Bee says:
The light in this place is so bad
Making me sick in the head
All the laughter is just making me sad
The stars have turned cherry red
I'm strumming on my gay guitar
Smoking a cheap cigar
The ghost of our old love has not gone away
Don't look like it will anytime soon
You left me standing in the doorway crying
Under the midnight moon

Zimmy

Posted on 29 Jul 2012, 11:57:52 BST
Gordon D says:
Midnight Moon -
I'm underneath your spell.
Midnight Moon -
I know your face so well.
You fill my heart with romance
Like a sentimental tune,
Midnight moon.

Midnight light -
You look so good tonight.
Shining clear -
So far and yet so near.
I'm lying with my baby
And ever'ything's in tune,
Midnight moon.

(Steve Gibbons)

In reply to an earlier post on 29 Jul 2012, 12:16:23 BST
nocheese says:
Throw my ticket out the window
Throw my suitcase out there, too
Throw my troubles out the door
I don't need them anymore
'Cause tonight I'll be staying here with you

I should have left this town this morning
But it was more than I could do
Oh, your love comes on so strong
And I've waited all day long
For tonight when I'll be staying here with you

Is it really any wonder
The love that a stranger might receive
You cast your spell and I went under
I find it so difficult to leave

I can hear that whistle blowin'
I see that stationmaster, too
If there's a poor boy on the street
Then let him have my seat
'Cause tonight I'll be staying here with you

Throw my ticket out the window
Throw my suitcase out there, too
Throw my troubles out the door
I don't need them anymore
'Cause tonight I'll be staying here with you

In reply to an earlier post on 29 Jul 2012, 13:57:32 BST
Last edited by the author on 29 Jul 2012, 13:58:29 BST
Johnny Bee says:
In the mornin' don't say you love me,
'Cause I'll only kick you out of the door
I know your name is Rita 'cause your perfume's smellin' sweeter
Since when I saw you down on the floor.

Won't need too much pursuadin'
I don't mean to sound degradin',
But with a face like that you got nothin' to laugh about.
Red lips, hair and fingernails,
I hear you're a mean old Jezebel
Lets go up stairs and read my Tarot cards

Stay with me, stay with me
For tonight you'd better stay with me
Stay with me, stay with me
For tonight you'd better stay with me

So, in the mornin', please don't say you love me
'Cause you know I'll only kick you out the door
Yeah, I'll pay your cab fare home, you can even use my best cologne,
Just don't be here in the mornin' when I wake up

Stay with me, stay with me
For tonight you'd gonna stay with me
Sit down, get up, get out.

(The Faces - such nice boys)

Posted on 29 Jul 2012, 14:26:09 BST
Lez Lee says:
I sing myself to sleep
A song from the darkest hour
Secrets I can't keep
Insight of the day
Swing from high to deep
Extremes of sweet and sour
Hope that God exists
I hope I pray

Drawn by the undertow
My life is out of control
I believe this wave will bear my weight
So let it flow

Oh sit down
Oh sit down
Oh sit down
Sit down next to me
Sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down, down
In sympathy

Now I'm relieved to hear
That you've been to some far out places
It's hard to carry on
When you feel all alone
Now I've swung back down again
It's worse than it was before
If I hadn't seen such riches
I could live with being poor

Oh sit down........

Those who feel the breath of sadness
Sit down next to me
Those who find they're touched by madness
Sit down next to me
Those who find themselves ridiculous
Sit down next to me
In love, in fear, in hate, in tears
In love, in fear, in hate, in tears
In love, in fear, in hate, in tears
In love, in fear, in hate

Down
Down

Oh sit down
Oh sit down
Oh sit down
Sit down next to me
Sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down, down
In sympathy

Down

James

In reply to an earlier post on 30 Jul 2012, 01:47:28 BST
nephran says:
Down in a hole and i don't know
if i can be saved.
See my heart i decorate it like a grave.
I have been guilty of
kicking myself in my teeth.
I will speak no more of my feelings beneath.

Alice In Chains

In reply to an earlier post on 30 Jul 2012, 16:00:30 BST
Johnny Bee says:
Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
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