casetone2514
dinosaurs - original song by casetone2514 and tehjummie
updated
Chords used are C7 F7 and G7
I got my mojo workin' but it just don't work on you
I got my mojo workin' but it just don't work on you
I want to love you so 'til I don't know what to do
I got my black cat bones all cured and dry
I got a four-leaf clover all hangin' high
I got my mojo workin' but it just don't work on you
I want to love you so 'til I don't know what to do
I got my hoodoo ashes all around your bed
Got my black snake roots underneath your head
I got my mojo workin' but it just don't work on you
I want to love you so 'til I don't know what to do
I got my mojo workin' (I got my mojo workin' )
I got my mojo workin' (I got my mojo workin' )
I got my mojo workin' (I got my mojo workin' )
I got my mojo workin' (I got my mojo workin' )
I got my mojo workin' but it just don't work on you
I got a gypsy woman givin' me advice
I got some red-hot tips I have to keep on ice
I got my mojo workin' but it just don't work on you
I want to love you so 'til I don't know what to do
I got my mojo workin' (I got my mojo workin' )
I got my mojo workin' (I got my mojo workin' )
I got my mojo workin' (I got my mojo workin' )
I got my mojo workin' (I got my mojo workin' )
I got my mojo workin' but it just don't work on you
I got my rabbit foot, I know it's workin right
I got this strand of hair I'll keep all day and night
I got my mojo workin' but it just don't work on you
I want to love you so 'til I don't know what to do
I got my mojo workin' but it just won't work on you
I got my mojo workin' but it just don't work on you
I want to love you so 'til I don't know what to do
So, I decided to do a swing/lounge arrangement of Gaolhouse Rock and this is it:
G /Gdim/G/Gdim/ G /Gdim/G/Gdim
G Gdim G Gdim
The warden threw a party at the county jail
G Gdim G Gdim
The prison band was there and they began to wail
G Gdim G Gdim
The band was jumpin' and the joint began to swing
G(stop) (G7)
You should've heard those knocked out jail birds sing
Chorus
C/C6(X4) G /Gdim/G/Gdim/
Lets rock lets rock
D7 C7
Every body in the whole cell block
G C7 G/Gdim/G/Gdim/
was dancin to the gaolhouse rock
Spider Murphy played the tenor saxophone
Little Joe was blowin' on the slide trombone
The drummer boy from Illinois went crash boom bang
the whole rhythm section was the Purple Gang
Chorus
Number forty-seven said to number three
You're the cutest jailbird I ever did see
I sure would be delighted with your company
Come on and do the gaolhouse rock with me
Chorus
The sad sack was a-sittin' on a block of stone
Way over in the corner weeping all alone
The warden said, "Hey buddy don't you be no square
if you can't find a partner use a wooden chair"
Chorus
Shifty Henry said to Bugs, "For heaven's sake
no ones lookin nows our chance to make a break"
Bugsy turned to Shifty and he said nix nix
I wanna stick around a while and get my kicks
Chorus
I searched the intertubes to find the chords for this but didn'y find any I liked so here's my own arrangement:
BRING ME SUNSHINE
INTRO - G6 Gdim Am7 D7
G6 Gdim Am7 D7
Bring me Sunshine, in your smile,
G6 D+ G6 G7
Bring me laughter, all the while,
Am7 G7
In this world where we live
C Cmaj7 Am7
There should be more happi ness,
A9 A7
So much joy you can give
D7 (D+)
To each brand new bright tomorrow,
G6 Gdim Am7 D7
Make me happy, through the years
G6 D+ G6 G7
Never bring me any tears,
Am7 G7 C Cmaj7 Am7
Let your arms be as warm as the sun from up above,
G7 Gdim A7 D7 G6
Bring me fun, bring me sunshine, bring me love.
Gdim Am7 D7
G6 Gdim Am7 D7
Bring me Sunshine, in your eyes
G6 D+ G6 G7
Bring me rainbows, from the skies,
Am7 G7
Life's too short to be spent
C Cmaj7 Am7
having anything but fun,
A9 A7
We can be so content,
D7 (D+)
if we gather little sunbeams,
G6 Gdim Am7 D7
Be light hearted, all day long,
G6 D+ G6 G7
Keep me singing, happy songs,
Am7 G7 C Cmaj7 Am7
Let your arms be as warm as the sun from up above,
G7 Gdim A7 D7 G6
Bring me fun, bring me sunshine, bring me love.
Gdim Am7 D7
REPEAT VERSE ONE BUT LAST LINE IS:
G7 Gdim A7 D7 G/Gmaj7/G7/E7
Bring me fun, bring me sunshine, bring me love.
A7 D7 G/Gmaj7/G7/E7
Bring me fun, bring me sunshine, bring me love.
A7 D7 G C G/D7/G...
Bring me fun, bring me sunshine, bring me love.
One was a reminder of a Sexual Health lecture I attended in about 1988 or '89 which began with the lecturer - a formiddable looking woman in VERY comfortable shoes - proclaiming in a very accusing tone: NEVER BLOW IN TO A VAGINA. Well, to be honest, I thought that would have gone without saying, but the way she fixed her glare on the men in the audience made me think that she suspected one or (more likely) all of us of making a regular thing of doing it. Even though the thought of it had never occurred to me before she implnted the suggestion into my head, I felt myself going red and feeling guilty. I tried to meet her stare with a look that said: 'I never have and I never would', but the expression on her face made me think she'd interpreted my look as: 'How do you fancy a bit of vulval inflation later, love'. I can honestly say that I have never attempted to blow in to a vagina to this day, so her opening gambit was successful on that score. However, I remember not one bit of the rest of the lecture.
The second thing that sprubg to mind was this song. I haven't heard it for a very long time and it is just as long since I've sung it. It is an old Music Hall song but I cannot find a reliable source that tells me who wrote of originally performed it. It is sung from yhe perspective of an actor who plays the back end of a pantomime elephant (if you are not a Brit, I'm sorry, it is too much to explain that here) and the antics he gets up to.
The scary lecture lady, I'm sure, never mentioned that anally inflating a pachyderm was verboten, so thanks again to Ryan and Tom and here are the lyrics plus a couple of extra verses:
The Hole In The Elephant's Bottom
I wanted to go on the stage
But at acting I simply was rotten
Now in pantomime I'm all the rage
As the hole in the elephant's bottom
Chorus
Ai, Ai, Ai-Ai
Ai, Ai, Ai-Ai-Ai
Over valley and hill there is no greater thrill
Than the hole in the elephants bottom
Now the eyes they are made of brown glass
Ventilation's completely forgotten
But you'd be surprised at the wind that can pass
Through the hole in the elephant's bottom
Oh there's plenty of room down inside
For bottles of beer if you've got 'em
The audience laugh as I blow off the froth
Through the hole in the elephant's bottom
Oh the audience think me a wit (suitable emphasis here!)
As they sit in the stalls I can spot 'em
And I wink at the girls in the pit
Through the hole in the elephant's bottom
A lady she chased after me
She said "You're a star, I can spot 'em"
I said "No Lady, thanks, I'm not Douglas Fairbanks
I'm the hole in the elephant's bottom"
Now I don't have to learn any words
There's no script to get quickly forgotten
I just sit in the back shoving property turds
Through the hole in the elephant's bottom
One night we performed in a farce
And they stuffed up the bottom with cotton,
But it split and I showed my bare arse
Through the hole in the elephant's bottom.
Some may think that this story is good
And some may believe that it's rotten,
But those that don't like it can stuff it right up
The hole in the elephant's bottom.
The line up from left to right is:
Jake The Shake on double bass and hips. The power house bassist behind the fantastic Anything Goes Orchestra. If you've never heard them and want to know what a ukulele group with aspirations to be a Big Band sounds like, go to:
http://www.anythinggoesorchestra.com
Harry Greene on cajon and the certain knowledge that hes a better musician than the rest of us put together. He's going to be big one day - well, bigger. Check out his sax and guitar vids in the jazz styleeee at:
http://www.youtube.com/user/furnellgr...
Then it's me on uke and off key harmonies.
Next is the Marvellous Ken Middleton on lead uke and bluegrass flavourings. Come on, you all know where to find Ken's videos. He's more prevalent than pop-ups on the interwebs. OK, this is his uke channel:
http://www.youtube.com/user/KenMiddle...
And on the far right is the equally famous Krabbers on uke, voice and vegetarian foot rhythms. Krabbers has the voice of an angel - admittedly, quite a naughty angel - and is a true showman:
http://www.youtube.com/user/Krabbers
Deborah the zebra (spot) was unavailable for this performance - she was feeling a little deflated. I know. What a let down
No, that's his name: Spot, the zebra!
There was much jamming to be done at the Hollesley Ukulelefest and I partook wherever and whenever possible. Due to the spontaneous nature of these outbursts it wasn't possible to video them easily so this one was set up for the cameras but was done with absolutely no rehearsal - though we did do an earlier video but someone forgot to record the audio - no names, no pack drill.
There's me - rythmn uke and off-key harmonies
http://www.youtube.com/user/casetone2514
Ken Middleton - lead uke and laid-back posture
http://www.youtube.com/user/KenMiddletonUkulele
Mike (Krabbers) - lead vocal, uke and zebra wrangling
http://www.youtube.com/user/krabbers
Harry Greene - cajon, brushes and youthful disdain for the idiots he's playing with
http://www.youtube.com/user/furnellgreenes
Although he is providing percussion here, Harry is a fine guitarist, saxophonist and an excellent uke player - go to his channel and bug him until he uploads some uke vids!
Thanks to Mrs G for the roaming camera work
Recorded entirely on location on the steps and side gardens (the shaded, not sunny side for some reason) of Cheltenham Town Hall.
The performers were (and, indeed, still are)
http://www.youtube.com/user/MrBarryMusic
http://www.youtube.com/user/ruth7784
http://www.youtube.com/user/casetone2514
Ukulele and hat: (Irish) Barry Whiteside
Kazoo & shakey egg: Tony Casey
Booklet, giggles and feline head-dress: Ruth Starmer
Cinematography and embarrassed looks: Becky Casey
Voices at the end: Unknown and bewildered passers-by
I have been trawling through some old stuff recently. Poems, songs and parts of songs and ideas that I have scribbled down over the years.
I wrote a proto-version if this song when I was probably about 14 or 15 and this is the verse tune from that original that I use here. The first two verses are also from that song - or rather, they are based on verses from that song.
Being a teenager, the lyrics were incredibly self indulgent, introspective, morose and annoying - think: The Smiths without the skill, poetic depth or creativity and you are some way to understanding why I never shared it with anyone.
Basically, the narrative of the song went: I KNOW that I am the centre of the known universe but I dont know how to use that information to get laid. Pubescent angst at its most vile.
However, re-reading it, I thought that there was a germ of an idea that would fit with a mid-life crisis, self-indulgent, morose and annoying, middle-aged man singing it.
Blokes are notoriously bad at answering relationship questions (this bloke, particularly so) and women are (in my experience) particularly fond of asking them. Now heres a piece of information for you girls that I strongly suspect you already know but the sisterhood prevents you from disclosing that knowledge to us boys - Sometimes the answer really IS: I dont know and no amount of its a simple question, yes or no will change that fact. It may make us pick one just to shut you up because the footballs about to start - and, invariably itll be no when you wanted it to be yes or vice versa - but the actual answer, the one we REALLY feel will often be I dont bloody well know.
Damn, did I just post that on Youtube for all to see? Ah well, my Youtube stats tell me that its mainly middle aged blokes that view my channel anyway!
I DONT KNOW ©casetone2514 2010
(Chords are E G#m A B all the way through)
V1
I dont know, I dont know what Ive come here for
I dont see any reason to be here any more
I dont see why I should have to play this game
All the people and the places all look the same
I dont know
V2
I dont know I dont know what Im meant to be
Am I here? Am I not? Am I meant to be?
I dont see the things that you want me to see
All I want is a reason, so let me go free
I dont know
BRIDGE
Ask me a question, Ill tell you no lies
See what I feel when you look into my eyes
What you see is what you get, I dont wear a disguise
I want to give an answer and God knows Ive tried but
I dont know
V3
I dont know, I dont know if I love you my dear
When I needed you to be a friend, well, you were here
But friends and lovers really are two different things
When you ask me if we can be both, youll hear me sing
I dont know
RPT BRIDGE
RPT V1
Lewdite: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HnquGisWBYw Pete Seeger-esque version and quite excellent on baritone ukulele. Anyone slightly interested in American Folk should subscribe to this wonderful channel.
Doogey9: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6T0Itdmj7Bc Skiffle version by the inimitable Todd. Im sure everyone who visits my channel must be aware of Brother Sonny, but just in case youre not - go have a look.
Elwood2911: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GV9-7Iw96Wg I love this version by Johnny Moore & family that I can only describe as revival/swing. I got some ideas about harmonisation from this version. I wish it was longer and in better condition.
Martlets11: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SApjtYLdmM4&feature=related One thing you may not know about me is that I am a sucker for male voice choirs and this is a version by The Chess Valley Choir from Buckinghamshire in the UK. Love it.
I was thoroughly convinced that Krabbers had done a version of this song - I can hear him singing it in my head - but I cant find a version anywhere. You should visit his channel anyway, as if you havent already.
http://www.youtube.com/user/krabbers#g/u
If I could I surely would,
Stand on the rock where Moses stood.
Pharoah's army got drownded,
Oh, Mary don't you weep.
Chorus:
Oh, Mary don't you weep don't you mourn,
Oh, Mary don't you weep don't you mourn,
Pharoah's army got drownded,
Oh, Mary don't you weep.
Moses stood on the Red Sea shore,
Partin' the water with a two-by-four., etc
The Lord told Moses what to do,
To lead those Hebrew children through. etc
God gave Noah the rainbow sign,
No more water but fire next time. etc
Mary wore three links of chain,
Every link was Freedom's name, etc.
One of these mornings bright and fair
Goin'a take my wings and cleave the air. etc
One of these nights about twelve o'clock,
This old world is gonna reel and rock. etc
Momma says she dont know what stays here fer,
Dis worl' ain' very good to her, etc
I went down in the valley to pray,
My soul got happy and stayed all day. etc
Jesus done jes' as He said,
He heal de sick an' he rais' a dead, etc
When I get to heaven goin'a sing and shout
Ain't nobody there goin'a turn me out. etc
When I get to heaven goin'a put on my shoes
Goin'a run about and spread the news. etc
Wonder what Satan's a-grumblin' 'bout,
Chained in Hell an' he can't git out. etc
Ol' Satan's mad an' I am glad,
Missed that soul he thought he had. etc
Ain't been to heaven, but I' been told,
Streets is pearl an' the houses is gol', etc
Being brought up a Catholic, there are strict rules and guidelines to follow regarding ones morality as well as spirituality. It took me a heck of a long time to realise that it is possible to have a personal code of conduct and not be dictated to by a dogmatic construct of the church. As one grows, ones moral boundaries become less harshly defined, I find and that the 'black and white' teachings of religion do not always fit well with being a good and decent person. There are grey areas but they are not to be feared but embraced.
This song, then, is not about anti-establishmentarianism or church/religion bashing, it is about discovering that you can be a good person and have your own moral compass and code of conduct even if it strays slightly beyond the bounds of what you were taught by your spiritual leaders - afterall, they are supposed to be spiritual leaders, not thought police.
Jesus Dont Want Me (The Devil Dont Care)
©casetone2514 2010
CHORUS
E A
Jesus doesnt want me and the Devil doesnt care
E B7
God is in His heaven and the Holy Spirits out there somewhere
E E7
Buddha just sits and smiles benignly
A A7
I just figured it out and finally
E B7 E
Jesus dont want me and the Devil dont really care
CHORUS
Jesus wanted me for a sunbeam, Satan wanted me too
An angel and a devil sitting on each shoulder telling me what to do
The guy on the right says, do the right thing
While the one on the left says, to hell with him
How am I supposed to know how to choose
CHORUS
All my life Ive been trying to do the things they wanted me to
But devils and angels dont sit on shoulders, its me thats had to choose
On one hand conscience is a terrifying thing
On the other - its free will - so let your heart sing
Free choice is good so how the hell con you lose.
CHORUS
SPOKEN (N.C.)
Jesus and Buddha sitting in a tree
P.R.E.A.C.H.I.N.G
Allah and Yahweh sitting there too
Trying to tell the rest of us what to do
CHORUS X2
ShaneFoxXs channel: http://www.youtube.com/user/ShaneFoxX
ShaneFoxX on FollowTheMusicians: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nbxvMr7reZE
Alan on UKISOCIETY: http://www.youtube.com/user/UKISOCIETY
Chords in Verse Dm A7
Chords in Chorus F and C
Im not frightened of the dark as you can plainly see
I just like sleeping with the light on cause it bothers me
That my teddy bear might be afraid and get the creeps
If I was frightened of the dark Id never get to sleep.
CHORUS
Sleeping with the light on is good for boy and bear
I do it cause its fun and really not because Im scared
Sleeping with the light on its just how we are made
My bear and me just like it. Its not cause we are afraid
Im not frightened of the dark - I know that would be foolish
Theres nothing scary, bad or horrid, creepy, weird or ghoulish
Lurking in my wardrobe or underneath my bed
I know cause Daddy checked - he did - at least thats what he said
Theres nothing in a darkened room thats not there when its light
Nothing there to worry over, or give you a fright
If you think a monsters there as you lie in your bed
Remember its not in your room, its only in your head
This has been brewing and bubbling away on a back burner for a while now and has had several lyric rewrites. Like Alan's (UKISOCIETY) two second songs, part of this one came to me in a flash - just the line " There's an elephant in the room and nobody sees it - sees it!" and that has been the constant throughout this song's many metamorphoses. Here's the final draft:
Elephant in the Room
©casetone2514 2010
CHORUS
Theres an (Bm) elephant in the room
And nobody (A) sees it - sees it
Theres and (Bm) elephant in the room
And cause we dont be (A) live it, we leave it
Theres an (Bm) elephant in the room
And theres only (F#) me that
(F#7) cleans up after it
VERSE 1
Theres (Bm) something quite obvious (Em) coming in between us
Its (Bm) making you unhappy and its (F#7) making me grieve
As (Bm) long as its there and (Em) we ignore it
Itll (Bm) grow and itll grow un (F#7) til we cant
Take it any (Bm) more
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Neither of us wants to say it to the other
But we both know it and we wish it wasnt there
But wishing wont make this problem go away
And wishing wont stop one or other of us
Walking out the door
CHORUS
(Em) Why cant we just (F#7) face the facts
Its (Bm) bigger than you and (F#7) me
Our (Em) problem is this (F#7) great big
Pachyderm gooseberry
CHORUS
VERSE 3
Neither of us wants to say it to the other
But we both know it and we wish it wasnt there
But wishing wont make this problem go away
And wishing wont stop one or other of us
Walking out the door
CHORUS
Theres an elephant in the room
Theres an elephant in the room
Theres an elephant in the room
Theres an elephant in the room
Theres an elephant in the room
FADE
There wasn't enought time for me to pour out my tears, angst and frustrations into a totally original song and so I pinched one from Carly Simon.
Kenny and the (remaining) Captains can be found here: http://www.youtube.com/user/kennymelodica
STOP PRESS: MESSAGE FROM K7theCs 24th April 2019
"@casetone2514 its ok Notsosane isn't leaving this channel or Kenny and the Captains, she'll be popping back once or twice a month for a video :) phew so it's all good. We only let her leave if she didn't leave the band, so you'll see plenty more of NSS still"
Well that was all a bit of a waste of time, then
He suggested I did this song and I said that I didnt know it. For some reason, I had forgotten the title and when I searched for it, not only did I remember it, but I remembered that I have the album it comes from. I ended up listening to the whole album - which I havent played for about ten years - and really enjoyed it. Its called The Vegetarians of Love http://www.bobgeldof.info/Disc/vegetarians.html and is well worth checking out if you haven't heard it.
Vocal is a bit croaky - Ive had a sore throat and my voice has been threatening to disappear for the last week and a bit so I havent been singing as I need to keep it going for work. Ill have a silent day tomorrow (or maybe Ill belt out a few tunes instead) as its my day off.
I dont know if this ever happens to you, but sometimes I listen to a song and hear a completely different one. Let me explain. Ive only ever heard the Beatles version of Lady Madonna, but when I sing and/or play it, I slow it right down and use slightly different chords - not so much to make it deliberately different, but because that is how the song feels to me.
When I heard Don do Southbound Train http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IZwMglJFOx0 I at once loved it and yet, simultaneously, heard a different song. I am not one to criticise a person in the Youtube comments section, but I felt I had to let Don know that this sounded like a much livelier song to me. It is the to me bit that it is important here. No one version of a song is the right version. Art, particularly in my experience, songs and literature is most important in its effect on the viewer/reader/listener. What is the point in creating art if you do not share it with others. What is the point in sharing it with others if you do not want to elicit a response. What is the point? The point is that the context of the work from the artists point of view is important - to the artist and, perhaps, the critic or student; but the real value and greatness of a piece of art is the effect it has on others, whether they see it as the artist intended or not.
What Im trying to say is - dont hate me because this is not as good as Dons original. This is how I hear the song in my head.
http://www.youtube.com/user/DearOldNutjob Don's channel - the place for many great original songs.
See who else you can spot.
I did a bit of a video diary, but it is proving rather tricky to edit together so bear with me please.
http://www.youtube.com/user/krabbers
http://www.youtube.com/user/UnluckyMum
http://www.youtube.com/user/KenMiddletonUkulele
http://www.youtube.com/user/casetone2514
http://www.youtube.com/user/UkePunk shoulda been on this!
http://www.youtube.com/user/ruth7784 There in spirit
http://www.youtube.com/user/russelljenkinsfearn Camera and basso
Alan, UKISOCIETY, http://www.youtube.com/user/UKISOCIETY has been doing a series of two-second songs. Not songs that last two seconds as I originally thought, but songs that come to you in that two second flash and that most of us forget just as quickly. His genius is to write them down or record them. Krabbers http://www.youtube.com/user/krabbers did the same and came up with the marvellous Bucket of Popcorn song. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rBOLNAwRJvw
Two nights ago, my daughter was preparing for bed and spotted a spider crawling up the wall. "I really don't like spiders" she informed me, unneccessarily "I don't LIKE them at all!" and proceeded to tell me of a recent encounter where one crawled out of her printer and another where one came from a houseplant - yes, that was as scary as the anecdote got - neither arachnid bit, crawled on or touched her in any way, but somehow they were both terrifying.
My response to this tale was to sing a comforting song that came into my head virtually whole and here it is. As a calming tool, it appeared to be successful as Becky joined in and contributed some of the lyrics. I don't know which are hers and which are mine because we quickly wrote it down along with the chords I used (except the second chord of the verse because I have no idea what it is) with the intention that we would both sing it, but time ran away and we didn't have the opportunity before she went back to Ireland.
This is a traditional folksong found all over the British Isles and beyond. You may now it as Marrowbones or (if Irish folk is your background) The Old Woman From Wexford. It tells the story of an unfaithful wife who tries to blind her husband so she can drown him and marry another but the old man is a "crafty bugger" and foils her plot which backfires and ends up with her being the drowning victim. Quite how eating Marrowbones makes one blind I don't know, but they appear to be the active ingredient in most of the versions of this song.
More often than not, the chorus is nonsense verse or gibberish in most versions of this song and, at first hearing, may appear to be the same in this version, but it's not. If you don't know what the chorus means, Google it and be amazed!
Chorus
D
Yan Tan Tethera
G
Mether Pip Azera
D A D
Sezar Akkera Contera Dick
D
There was an old woman from Yorkshire
A7
As I ave eard em tell
D
She loved er owd man dearly but
A7
Another man twice as well singing
She went to see an owd witch
To see if she could find
Anything in the ole world
To make er owd man blind, singing
She said you give m marrowbones
An mek sure e eats em all
An when es finished ell be so blind
e waint see thee at all singing
But t owd man e were a crafty bugger
ed seen it all afore
An when ed ate em e said me dear
I cant see thee at all singing
Ill take missen to the harbour
An there missen Ill drown
Towd lass says Ill come wi thee
To see that tha dunt fall down singing
An there they went all hand in hand til they
Come to the harbours rim
The owd lass turned and went behind
An ran to push him in singing
The owd mad e were a crafty bugger
e swiftly stepped aside
The owd lass tripped and fell in an was
Swallowed by the tide singing
How loudly she did hollah
An did for mercy call
But the owd man yelled I am so blind
I cant see thee at all singing
It was 4th July 1838 and a hot summers day when a buch of children set off to work down their local coal mine. This was not unusual at the time as men women and children as young as six years old went to work in all sorts of industries. By two oclock that afternoon, though, the rain was pouring down on to a ground already soaked by unseasonably rainy weather over the previous fortnight. The fire that powered the steam driven winding gear was extinguished by the downpour so it was impossible to bring the miners up to the surface. A message was sent telling them all to go to the pit bottom and wait. At an inquest following the disaster, some witnesses said the children thought there was a fire and panicked, some said they had been underground for nine hours and thought the break in the pits operations (the winding gear also brought coal to the surface) meant they could go out and get fresh air, but whatever the reason, forty children decided to exit the mine via a ventilation shaft. The got through the first air-door and were me by a torrent of water coming from a stream that had burst its banks. They were swept back against the outward opening door and were trapped as the waters rose. Some of the stronger and older children managed to struggle out via an old drift-shaft, but twenty six did not.
James Garnett, the father of one of the children, was one of those who went in after the water had subsided and he found the body of his child, George. It could not be recovered until all the twenty six had been removed. As a father, my heart went out to James as much as to those children for it would have been his decision and a need for money that sent his nine year old son down the mine and that, ultimately, killed him.
There is a monument at the site and the childrens names are listed. That list was as agonising to me as the events described which is why I used it in the song. They childrens names and ages are:
George Burkinshaw aged 10 years.
James Burkinshaw aged 7 years. ( brothers ).
Isaac Wright aged 12 years.
Abraham Wright aged 8 years. ( brothers ).
James Clarkson aged 16 years.
Francis Hoyland aged 13 years.
William Alick aged 12 years.
Samuel Horne aged 10 years.
Eli Hutchinson aged 9 years.
George Garnett aged 9 years.
John Simpson aged 9 years.
George Lamb aged 8 years.
William Womersley aged 8 years.
James Turton aged 10 years.
John Gothard aged 8 years.
Catherine Garnett aged 8 years.
Hannah Webster aged 13 years.
Elizabeth Carr aged 13 years.
Anne Moss aged 9 years.
Elizabeth Hollin aged 15 years.
Ellen Parker aged 15 years.
Hannah Taylor aged 17 years.
Mary Sellars aged 10 years.
Elizabeth Clarkson aged 11 years. Who was buried at the feet of her brother.
Sarah Jukes aged 8 years.
Sarah Newton aged 8 years.
did you ever get the urge
did you ever get the feeling
your belly starts aching
and your mind starts reeling
you put your hands together
and you drop down kneeling
never has something felt so appealing
your mouth starts to drool
with your taste buds squeeling
a bucket of popcorn hangin' from the ceiling
i got a bucket of popcorn hanging' from the ceiling
a bucket of popcorn hanging' from the ceiling
a bucket of popcorn hanging' from the ceiling
a bucket of popcorn hanging' from the ceiling
never has something felt so appealing
a bucket of popcorn hanging' from the ceiling
Some people like to boogie
Some people like to bop
But I suspend a bucket and I fill it with popcorn
bucket of popcorn hanging' from the ceiling
a bucket of popcorn hanging' from the ceiling
never has something felt so appealing
a bucket of popcorn hanging' from the ceiling
From the Mississippi delta
To the borough of Ealing
People all singing
And the church bells pealing
Robbers stop robbing
And the dealers stop dealing
Never has something become so appealing
You wouldnt think this song
Would be my cup of Darjeeling
bout a bucket of popcorn hanging from the ceiling
i got a bucket of popcorn hanging' from the ceiling
a bucket of popcorn hanging' from the ceiling
a bucket of popcorn hanging' from the ceiling
a bucket of popcorn hanging' from the ceiling
never has something felt so appealing
a bucket of popcorn hanging' from the ceiling
Some say great men are made
Some say great men are born
But I dont give a bugger cause I got my popcorn
bucket of popcorn hanging' from the ceiling
a bucket of popcorn hanging' from the ceiling
never has something felt so appealing
a bucket of popcorn hanging' from the ceiling
© krabbers 2010
Additional lyrics
© casetone about quarter past eight
I have mentioned before the most wonderful radio show from my childhood, Junior Choice. It aired, on Sunday morning/lunchtime, playing songs for children. Now, at that time, even ultra cool pop acts did songs for youngsters and these would feature along with novelty records and straight pop. Requests were played and birthdays read out and it was bloody brilliant.
Our radio (they were called wirelesses then) was on a shelf above a chair that always remained un-sat-upon as it was for my mothers completed ironing prior to being put away. On Sunday mornings, if a particular favourite song of mine would come on, I'd rush to kneel on the chair so that I could put my ear close to the speaker. My brother would do the same with his favourites. Sometimes our favourites clashed and then, so did we as we rushed for the honoured position on the chair below the wireless.
This song was always a particular favourite of mine because when the train whistle sounded in the song I could shout Woo-woo along with. And for that reason and that reason alone, I have chosen to do that here even though I have a perfectly serviceable train whistle in my posession. Who;s to stop me?!
Probably the most famous/popular song to come out of the Jacobite cause is Loch Lomond. This song and The Skye Boat Song would, most likely, fight it out or second and third place.
In September of 1746, defeated and betrayed, Bonnie Prince Charlie was smuggled out of his belovéd Scotland ignomineously disguised as one of Flora MacDonald's maids. He was rowed out to his ship not much more than a year after he had arrived to claim the throne to live the life of an exile, removing for ever, the possibility of a return to the Sewart line in Scotland.
As I said in my Bonny Moorhen notes. This abject and final failure did not diminish the hopes and wishes of the remainingJacobites, but that sadness mingled with a futile hope spawned some of the most beautiful,plaintive an often, heartwrenching songs. This is one of them.
Several people have asked me why I haven't done any blues songs and, although I love the blues and especially people like Howlin' Wolf and John Lee Hooker who are great influences, I would be the first to admit that I don't have a blues voice, and so I could not do their songs justice. I am envious and a little in awe of Youtube uke people like Lisa ( http://www.youtube.com/user/lisaxy424 ), Todd ( http://www.youtube.com/user/doogey9 ) and Robin ( http://www.youtube.com/user/BaronK69 ) for their ability to excel at this type of song and in such diverse fashions. I am always wary of jazz and blues because they sound so easy to do, but I know that making then sound simple is extremely difficult - and I only do simple! This one, though, IS quite simple and is more of a 12 bar blues disguised as a rock n roll song (possibly vice versa) than anything and I can usually pull off a bit of rock n roll without too many tears.
I did have quite a good ending worked out but I forgot what it was by the end of the song, so did a 12 bar instrumental to try and remember. It still didnt come so I started another chorus but still it wasnt there so the rubbish ending you have here is the best I could come up with on the fly. Why not do another take? I hear you say (damn those voices in my head!) well this was about take six and it was the first one that had gone right for so much of the song and I really wasnt confident of getting it again! My motto: If at first you dont succeed, try again a couple of times, by all means, but dont bloody kill yourself!!! OK, not very inspirational, I agree but its better than the shorter version: Aww,bollocks! Thatll have to do! (rough translation from the original Latin: Testiculari! Id Est Excrementum!)
I was taught this song by a French student studying in Leeds in the mid-late 1980s. I used to go to a folk club in the Pack Horse pub by the University in the Hyde Park/Woodhouse area of the city where they held a singers night (they are called open mic sessions now, but this was totally acoustic and unamplified) in an upstairs room. This French girl got up with a harp and the voice of an angel and sang several Irish and Scottish folk songs in heavily accented Breton French. I learned both the song and a bit about the Breton struggle against France and about the affinity the Bretons share with the Welsh, Cornish, Irish and Scots which is bound by a shared root in the Celtic language. Who says that pubs arent educational?!? Several years later I visited Brittany and happened upon a folk music festival and was amazed at the similarities between the folk styles of Breton, Scots and Irish music - even down to the Breton Pipes that a lone French piper was playing on a wind-swept, beer-soaked, freezing-cold sea-front, stage early one Sunday morning before the days crowds had arrived. The air was, My Bonny Moorhen that he was doing a variations/voluntary on and it was every bit as beautiful, haunting and sad as it must have been the first time ever the song was played by its composer.
My Bonny Moorhen, My Bonny Moorhen
Up in the grey hills, doon in the glen
Its when ye gan butt the hoose when ye gan ben
Aye drink a health to my Bonny Moorhe
My Bonny Moorhens gane oer the main
And it will be summer when she comes again
But when she comes back again some folks will ken
A joy be with you my Bonny Moorhen
My Bonny Moorhen has feathers enew
Theyre all fine colours but nane o thems blu
Shes red and shes white and shes green and shes grey
My Bonny Moorhen come hither away
Come up by Glenduich and down by Glendee
And round by Kinclaven hither to me
Foe Ronald and Donald are oot on the fen
Tae break the wings of my Bonny Moorhen
I took this version - though altered the key and arrangrment slightly, from A Jacobite Legacy : Peter Kay ISBN 0-9525305-0-3 and the title page of the video is taken from the front cover of this fantastic collection of Jacobite songs.
I was very flattered and decided to return the complement/favour/tribute/insult (delete as applicable.
I told Ruth once that getting a comment from her was like being licked enthusiastically by an over-friendly dog. By which I meant that you are immediately pleased and flatterd by the attention; amused and entertained by the unexpexted ness of it; caught off guard and a bit repulsed and embarrassed as well. It may be just me because I am a little repressed in my emotions and don't take complements too well.
If you have ever received a comment on one of your videos from Ruth, I'm sure you will know what I mean to a greater or lesser extent.
So, this is my attempt at explaining the simultaneous emotions of wariness, embarrassment, flattery, reservedness, surprise, shock and absolute joy I experience when I get a comment (or even a long rambling PM from my little Ruthie.
PS - Sorry for referring to you as a little girl or whatever it was I said at the beginning of the video but it was intended with love and not condescension.
Getting Comments From You
A E A
You know when the crazy guy gets on your bus?
E
Or your Grandmother greets you and makes such a fuss?
A D A
Or a drunk girls attentions in a long nightclub queue?
E7 A
Thats what its like getting comments from you.
A E A
You know how exuberant toddlers can be
E
When they want to play Horsie and bounce on your knee?
A D A
And nothing can tire you like a toddler can do?
E7 A
Thats what its like getting comments from you.
D A
Its like getting home late from a bad day at work
E A
When you colleagues were dull and your boss was a jerk
D A
When you open the front door, youre tired and groggy
B7 E7
Then youre pounced on and licked by your huge hairy doggy.
A E A
You know when theres no-one who finds your jokes funny?
E
And the beer monkeys last night took all of your money?
A D A
Then your best mate comes round with some wine and a uke?
E7 A
Thats what its like getting comments from you.
D A
Its like finding a tenner in last winters coat pocket
E A
When the ATM pays out and you thought that theyd block it
D A
When she says: lets have sex instead of a jog
B7 E7
Or getting your leg humped by that same hairy dog!
A E A
Its cold and its rainy, its miserable and wet.
E
The heater has packed up and, its as warm as itll get.
A D A
And then the clouds part and the sun pushes through.
E7 A
THATS what its like getting comments from you.
Then two things happened on the same day:
I read Seeso's thread on The Ukulele Underground Forum about a CD to Benefit the Duchenne Foundation.
I saw a Poster for the Muscular Dystrophy showing a Picture of Bradley Addison from Birmingham in the West Midlands in his wheelchair, with the Tag-line: "He'd love to walk away from this poster too"
http://images.google.co.uk/imgres?imgurl=http://www.muscular-dystrophy.org/assets/0001/3719/CWAP_1_Large_Landscape.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.muscular-dystrophy.org/bradley&usg=__AdK1Z1tndeKp-4_fXnIafQWBECI=&h=300&w=534&sz=29&hl=en&start=1&um=1&itbs=1&tbnid=4fyOdLtDszpm8M:&tbnh=74&tbnw=132&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dmuscular%2Bdystrophy%2Blandscape%2Buk%2Bposter%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den%26cr%3DcountryUK%257CcountryGB%26um%3D1
Although the song was written about someone who has invested so much into a relationship that they are afraid to end it even though it is not working, so they try to get the other person to end it, when I saw the "Walk Away" tag-line, it struck me what I should do and how I should do it. The lyrics are mostly unchanged from the version I had lying about as is the melody but a few tweaks to the arrangement and here it is.
Walk Away
Am
Id love to walk away
G
But I cant cause this is it
Am
I want love and life and I want
G
Every little bit
Am
Id love to sit and watch the world go
G
By and kick my heels
F E7
Id love to turn my back on all this strife
Am
And walk away
CHORUS
Am
Id love to walk away
G
But I cant because Im in it
Am
If lifes a lottery then I
G
Sure as hell didnt win it
Am
My dreams are in the heavens and
G
My feet are off the ground
F E7
So, if you cant stand to see me fly
Am
Just walk away
Am
Id love to walk away
G
But I cant because of you
Am
I need you here to help me do
G
The things Ive got to do
Am
So dont pretend you didnt hear me
G
When I called your name
F E7
I know that you cant bear to see me cry
Am
So walk away
CHORUS
Am
Id love to walk away
G
But I cant - you know its true
Am
I need to make some sense of now
G
Before trying something new
Am
You can walk away and I would
G
Love to but I cant
F E7
So, if you dont want to watch me die
Am
Then walk away
CHORUS
mp3 here: http://www.mediafire.com/?nm3onoiztez
The only version I have heard is by the amazing Christy Moore - If you only possess one folk genre album, it should be by Christy Moore - from the 1974 Planxty album, Cold Blow And Rainy Night. In the Chrity Moore Songbook by Brandon, the notes say that he learned the song from the singing of Mike Waterson of Hull and that he believes it is a song from the end of the American Civil war. This has a ring of truth about it (to me) although it is also reminiscent of the various Indian Girl songs from the 17th to 19th centuries. The similarities are lyrical rather than musical and go beyond the mere Creole Girl/Indian Girl analogies. The Lakes Of Ponchartrain is, though a gentler and more emotional song. The singer is shown kindness and is protected/saved by the Creole Girl and he forms a bond and an emotional attachment. In the Indian Girl songs, the singer either tricks an innocent native girl into sexual relations or she is a girl of questionable virtue but unquestionable sexual prowess who may well be professional. This is hinted at in the Lakes as the girl tells the singer that her mother takes in strangers. This girl (or singer) is at pains to point out, though, that the relationship being sung about is not a professional one. He tells her his money is no good (presumably confederate currency which was useless once the Union Army had won the war) and she tells him he doesnt need to worry about it.
One of the particularly lovely things about this song is that it is, in he singers telling, a story of unrequited love. She has a lover already and is staying faithful to him (note - he is a sailor as in the Indian Girl songs) so the singers love and/or advances are rejected but he will always think about her and remember her by raising a glass at social occasions. This is something the Indian Girl singer does but his memories are far less noble! I may be wrong about the connections, but the similarities are there and it would be unusual - though not unheard of - for a folk song of this nature to spring up in isolation.
My favourite line: If it werent for the alligators, Id sleep out in the woods. Too right, mate!
ps There's an unusual version of "Ponchartrain" called "On The Lake Of The Poncho Plains" in Margret Larkin's 1931 book, "Singing Cowboy, A Book of Western Songs". Oak Publications reprinted it in 1963. Ms. Reva Cordell collected it from an unnamed cowboy at a rodeo in the late 1920's and the setting is Texas, the melody is totally different but the lyrics are surprisingly similar - right down to the "alligators" IN TEXAS!
My idea was an overly elaborate arrangement that Caroline (quite rightly) turned down and so I left it to her to do it how she wanted. I think it has worked out OK, don't you?
Were I even half the lyricist or witty musical raconteur that Ruth undoubtedly is, I would have penned a wonderfully acerbic and apposite riposte. As it is, I am capable, merely, of rehashing and up-mashing tried and tested (and often tried, tested and found lacking) songs from the fairly recent but most often dim and distant past. So that is what I have done here.
Ruths song reminded me (in its playful and teasing way) of the paradoxes or riddle stories and songs as they are known in the folk tradition. Scarborough Fair is the most famous (thank you Messrs Simon and Garfunkel) of these or possibly, I Gave Love A Cherry. It comes from a far older ballad that probably comes from the Scandinavian legends and traditions, called The Elfin Knight. It is found in all parts of the UK and the location is frequently changed to suit the region, an example being the almost identical, Whittingham Fair. A longer and more complex version can be heard in the song The Bridegroom Darg, but this one is from the singing of a mid 19th century balladeer from Whitby (just a few miles from Scarborough) and is taken from a woderful book called, Traditional Tunes Collected and Edited by Frank Kidson, 1891 and these background notes are mostly his too.
Those of you familiar only with Simon and Garfunkel's version may be surprised to hear the tune, which I have reproduced fairly faithfully from the Kidson version. I have taken the liberty, though, of animating the melody slightly in bars three and eleven where the Kidson version keeps the same note throughout the bar. I think the run down the scale makes it a bit more interesting and easier to sing, in my opinion.
Kidson has another melody for Scarborough Fair in his Traditional Tunes collection collected from a Mr. A. Wardill of Goathland which is also near Scarborough and that, too, is a rather lovely tune that I may share with you some other time. For anyone who is interested and this is ل prَpos of nothing in particular, Goathland (from whence Mr Wardill - the singer of this second tune hails) has a railway station that is used as the location for Hogwarts Railway Station in the Harry Potter movies. A bit of useless trivia to end on there!
Heres Ruths song if you havent seen/heard it. OK. not all the requests in it are paradoxes or riddles, but most are impossible and the rest - well, I ain't doin', baby! Nuh-uh, no way!!
If my wish is your command,
Would you bring me every potato,
Dig them up, with your bare hands,
Would you sing me every song,
With the richest vibrato, underwater.
CHORUS:
Sometimes we say things we don't really mean,
That just happen to be another person's dream,
Sometimes we say things we regret,
I hope you, don't, yet.
If my wish is your command,
Would you make me some custard,
Nines tonnes of it, by hand,
Would you eat a whole jar of mustard
Whilst doing, a headstand.
CHORUS
If my wish is your command,
Would you some cook tea for me,
Something simple like dodo souffle,
In the company of angry bees,
To entertain me, it would be quite funny.
CHORUS
If my wish is your command,
Would you trek through the outback,
With me, on your back,
Would you run naked through London,
In front of your, Mum.
CHORUS
(C) ruth7784 2010
OK. My two favourite versions of this are by The Corries and (yes, you've guessed) Steeleye Span and so I have based my arrangement very strongly on their two versions.
As Weegingayin stated in his sidebar to the Piper O' Dundee, The three Jacobite Uprisings spawned a wealth of great music borne of frustration, resentment and oppression. This song dates from the second uprising and the installation of George I in place of James II.
George was an unpopular choice for King by the Scots and many English and a bit of a wildcard choice as he was German, Didn't speak English and had never even been to Britain before becoming it's King. He was also a philanderer which was a good hook to parody and whip him in verse and song.
Madame Schulemburg was one of his favourite Mistresses and was nicknamed The Goose. She is the "goosie" referred to in this song. The Blade is the Count Koningsmark. Bobbing John is John, Earl of Mar, who was at the time recruiting Highlanders for the Hanoverian cause, but was renowned for quick changes of allegiance - hence "Bobbing". Geordie Whelps is, of course, George I himself.
By the time this song came about, the wearing of the Tartan had been outlawed as an act of rebellion, hence the references to the plaid in the song and the Stewart herir to the throne was in France, supposedly getting an army of French Catholics together to defeat the House of Hanover and the Jacobites were waiting for their "king" to come back and "dance a jig wi' Geordie" - ie defeat him in battle.
Some words you may not know:
Lunnon=London
Kittle Housie=Brothel
Linkin=Tripping along
Claith=Cloth
Niffer=Haggle
Gin=If
Wab=Web (or length) of cloth
Tint=Lost
Has and Mailins=Houses and Farmlands
Gane=Gone
Belyve=Quickly
Brawly=Well
Hurdie=Buttock
Cam ye oer frae France?
Cam ye doon by Lunnon?
Saw ye Geordie Whelps
and his bonnie woman?
Oh, werent ye at the place
called the Kittle Housie?
Saw ye Geordies grace
a-ridin on a goosie?
Geordie, hes a man,
there is little doot ot,
And hes done a he can,
all can dae wioot it,
Doon there cam a blade,
linkin like ma lordie,
He wad drive a trade
at the loom o Geordie.
Though the claith were bad,
blythly may we niffer
Gin we git oor wab,
it makes little differ,
we hae tint oor plaid,
bonnet, belt and swordie
Has and mailins braid,
but we hae oor Geordie.
Jockys gone to France,
and Montgomerys lady
there will learn to dance;
madam, are ye ready?
Theyll be back belyve,
belted brisk and lordly,
Brawly, may they thrive
to dance a jig wi Geordie!
Hey for Sandy Don,
hey for Cockalorum,
Hey for Bobbin John,
and his Hielan quorum!
Mony a sword and lance
swings at Hielan hurdie;
How theyll skip and dance
oer the bum o Geordie!
It's not heard much these days but there is an excellent version by Christy Moore (an Irishman) and Tim Hart (a Midlander) who didn't know hor to pronounce Keighley [He says Keely rather than Keithley]
So here's a version by a Yorkshireman - Have I ever mentioned that I'm from Yorkshire.......?
QUOTE: Never ask a man if he is from Yorkshire. If he is, he will already have told you. If he isn't, why embarrass him?
Roy Hattersley.
I don't remember where I first heard this song but it's probably more than twenty years ago.
The origins of the song are difficult. Old Johnny Bugger is sometimes Old Johnny Bucker, Bucca, Pucker and various other similar sounding names. It is interesting to note that a pre-Roman Bucca in the British Isles was a male fairy or pixie which is where Puck (of A Midsummer Night's Dream fame) got his name. This suggests that Johnny Bugger and his wife are mythical creatures which fits in well with the folk tradition in the North of England that tells tales of the little people in songs like The Boggart for example.
The song did travel across the Atlantic and transformed into a very popular minstrel song called Old Johnny Bigga (or Bigger) that is seldom heard these days as the word it rhymed with 'Bigger' is certainly not one that would be considered acceptable today.
For those not familiar with the term 'Bugger' it is a mild to moderate expleteive and insult. If you hit your thumb with a hammer you may shout "Bugger" or if someone is a rogue or a scoundrel they may be called "a bugger" though this is usually a couched complement. A "silly old bugger" is someone with little common sense. Although the term is a derivative of the word "buggery", in the sense it is used in older and more modern conexts, it has nothing to do with sodomy - actually, neither has "sod" but thats another story......
Going from some very old Christmas songs to one that is fairly contemporary and bang up to date by comparison to the ones I have been doing.
This is from the wonderful two volume song book - Songs of the Spirit and is in the second volume - More Songs of the Spirit.
I know nothing about the composer, Valerie Collison except that in this song she has managed to capture a Chrismas feel that is missing in most modern Christmas Carols.
I really like it!
Normal service will be resumed as soon as possible.
This (despite it's name and modern usage) is not a Christmas Carol per se. Firstly it does not mention the Birth of Jesus, rather the Biblical events surrounding it. AND it was originally meant to be sung at Easter. WHAT?!??! It is (probably) 15th century in origin and part of the Coventry Mysteries - a series of "Passion Plays" performed around Easter to celebrate the life, death and ressurection of Christ.- this was the big opening number!
Most Christmas song pre-17th century were eradicated by the Puritans who were not big on jolly and happy so older Christmas songs are now rare. Ones like this probably survived because they sounded so miserable and fit well with the Purian ethos. Luckily those guys took off and founded the USA and left us to start enjoying ourselves again - so all the big hits like Angels We Have Heard, Hark The Herald, Good King Wenceslas, We Three Kings, God Rest Ye Merry and the like are all much later.
This song is often attributed (lyrically at least) to a chap by the name of Robert Croo, but it is more likely that he was a regular performer of the song and simply wrote it down. It didn't appear anywhere in print until 1591.
What was I saying? ..... Oh, yes! MERRY CHRISTMAS!
One more Christmas song (modern, this time) then back to normal service.
I was going to launch ito one of my history lessons at this point but it has laready been done very well for this song. For full and alternate versions plus more info visit:
http://www.hymnsandcarolsofchristmas.com/Hymns_and_Carols/i_saw_three_ships.htm
This is from that page:
"The legend about sailing into landlocked Bethlehem can be traced back to the 12th century when three ships brought the relics of the purported Wise Men to Koln, Germany. From this story evolved the English folk carol "I Saw Three Ships," which, it is thought, comes from the 15th century. The "three ships" refers to the belief that there were three Wise Men — which comes from the number of gifts, although the number of Wise Men has been estimated from two to twelve over the centuries. Over the passage of time, the Holy Family was substituted for the Magi. Ian Bradley gives a version from Kent-Sussex which mentions sitting under a holly tree and two travelers — Mary and Joseph — journeying to Bethlehem to pay taxes.
And, over the passage of time, as the text moved from village to village, and from country to country, the song acquired numerous different variations in texts and tunes (as seen above). According to Keyte and Parrott, editors of The New Oxford Book of Carols, the earliest printed text is from 1666 (John Forbes' Cantus, 2nd. ed.)."
I thought it was interesting to note that the snuggly-wuggly-baby-Jesus-in-the-manger Christmas we celebrate today was not always the type of Christmas that was celebrated by our ancestors.
I have tried with the slightly off harmonies (yes - it is on purpose this time) to get a middle ages feel but I don't really know how to pull it off musically.
More conventional (if ancient) Christmas stuff to come so don't worry!
Also known as The Cruel Ship's Captainn this song takes several forms and is found in several regional variations. One of the earliest recounts the true story of an East Anglian Ship's Captain who beat a child in his employ so savagely that he died. His crew 'arrested' him and he was taken to shore and tried for the crime and subsequently hanged for murder.
It is an unfortunate and disturbing fact that such occurrences were not uncommon and the song was recycled when other similar cases came to light at various ports around the British coastline and also in the USA (See The New York Trader for a US version)
Harmonies by Becky: http://www.youtube.com/user/bekiixxx
I love the fact that he used folk music as his inspiration in many of his works and there is a folky feel to this piece I think
FOUR UKULELES?????
OK 3 ukes (soprano, concert and baritone) and a bass guitar but is it a guitar? Four strings, not six! It's a bass ukulele really!
Many 19th century and early 20th Century revisionist prints of folk songs sought to remove any morally questionable lyrics or subject matter of an overtly sexual nature. Some songs - like this one - escaped the censor's scissors because the context was (barely) disguised in (startlingly obvious) metaphor.
In case you haven't worked it out or you have the sensibilities of an Edwardian Gentlewoman. This song is, ostensibly, about a woman asking a chap to catch a bird for her. Why would she do that? You may ask. Well, because it's actually about a couple going into the bushes so he can put his wee-wee in to her front bottom. There! It's out in the open now so we can all calm down and relax!
This is my version of Malvina's brilliant song whic should have been covered by hundreds of people but hasn't been for reasons I simply cannot comprehend.
Think you've never heard of her? Her most famous song, Little Boxes has been done my numerous people - it's time her other work was recognised more - and she was "Kate", an occasional character in Sesame Street.
Adelle has done a fantastic version of this song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ACvZkuTrctk&feature=related
Reynolds says she wrote this song because children often go to bed before adults and feel that they are missing out on something. The idea of a train journey to morningtown would give them something to look forward to at bed time. There: Simple as that.
Oddly, this song was played thoughout much of the VietNam conflict at daybreak every day by Armed Forces Radio Viet Nam. Nobody seems to know who started the tradition or why, but it was played at sunrise no matter which DJ was broadcasting.
Look for the Seekers version.
Check out Malvina Reynolds - if you have never heard of her you'll know some of her songs.
Some people seem to get very upset when someone famous dies and I've never understood this. It's not as if you knew the person. OK, you feel sorry for their family and regret you will not hear anything new from them but to actually grieve seems a bit over the top unless you know them personally.
I was surprised then, when I tried to sing Leaving On A Jet Plane after hearing the news of Mary Travers death on the news and I couldn't get through it without choking up. I can't say that I'm a massive PP&M fan or that I know much about them, but I felt the sense of loss in the song whilst thinking about Mary's demise. I can't explain it other than:
a) I am a softie for a sad song. I cry at Old Shep by Elvis and Honey by Bobby Goldsboro!!!!
b) Puff the Magic Dragon is the first song I remember knowing all the words to.
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c) I am finally losing it and turning in to a gibbering wreck.
Peter Yarrow, Noel "Paul" Stookey, and Mary Travers were part of the sixties folk revival and, like The Seekers and others, were one of the reasons I veered towards folk music and for this I thank them.
Rather than do that, I thought I'd re-record a plainer version for my channel.
You can download the one I did for Rob and that was used in the CNN report about him here: http://www.mediafire.com/?wwuozemhuod
and the interview on CNN is here: http://edition.cnn.com/video/#/video...ef=videosearch
I know very little about this song other than it is Quebecois in origin but is unusual, being in English.
It was collected by Dr. Marious Barbeau from Edouard Hovington, Tadoussac, Quebec in 1920.
Hovington had, apparently learned it over seventy years earlier from a sailor who was originally from Ireland. It bears some similarity to some Irish diaspora songs of the time but not enough to tie it to any of them in particular.
The tune that I know for this song is, I believe, too unwieldy for the lyrics and so I have taken one or two short phrases from it and the rest I have composed myself.
The lyrics, too have a few extraneous bits so I have pared them down a bit so that they scan better (to my ear) So when it says "Arr. casetone2514" it should probably say "reworked by casetone2514".
As far as I am aware, this has nothing to do with mctrmt ( http://www.youtube.com/user/mctrmt ) although she is phab and I'd miss her if I went to sea!
The Gypsy Davy; Black Cat Davy; Black Jack David; Black Jack Davie/y; Black-Eyed Davy; Balckjack Davy; the Brown-Eyed Gipses; Clayton Boone; Dark-Eyed Gypsy; The Egyptian Davie; Gipsies-O; Gipsum Davy; Gipsy Davie; The Gipsy Laddie; Gyp's Come Tripping O'er the Plain; Gyps of David; The Gyps of Davy; Gypsey Davey; Gypsum Davey; Gypsum Davy; The Gypsy Countess; The Gypsy Daisy; The Gypsy Laddie; The Gypsy Laddies; Gypsy Laddio; Gypsy Lover; Gypsy Rover; Gypsy-O; The 'Gyptian Laddie; Harrison Brady; Harvey Walker; Johnie Faa; Johnny Faa; Johnny Faa, the Gypsy Laddie; Johnny Faw; Johnny the Seer; The Lady and the Gypsy; A Neat Young Lady; The Radical Gypsy David; Raggle Taggle Gypsies, O!; The Raggle-Taggle Gypsies; Seven Gypsies; Seven Gypsies in a Row; Whistling Gypsy; The Wraggle Taggle Cool Cats - Parody; The Wraggle Taggle Gipsies; The Wraggle Taggle Gipsies-O!; The Wraggle Taggle Gypsies; The Wraggle-Taggle Gypsies-O!; The Wraggle-Taggle Gypsies; The Wraggle-Taggle Gypsies, O/Oh!; The Yellow Castle Lady.
(Source: Mudcat discussion boards)
You can see how popular it was all over the place.
Leo Maguire copyrighted a very similar version to this in the 1950s but almost identical variations were around (even in print) well before that date.
Doogey9's variation is quite excellent and can be seen here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kamxJOC_hgk&feature=channel_page


