Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 16 Mar 21 - 05:18 AM a very new song by Phyl Lobl, written at 5am this morning which makes it a bit over 15 hours old. Phyl has been singing Pete Seeger's 1966 version about LBJ for decades, video here, along with Len Chandler's original words (1964) BEANS IN MY EARS, SLOMO’S VERSION by Phyl Lobl Jenny says not to put beans in my ears, beans in my ears, beans in my ears, Jenny says not to put beans in my ears, beans in my ears. Why would I want to put beans in my ears, beans in my ears, beans in my ears? Why would I want to put beans in my ears, beans in my ears? Y’can’t hear the women with beans in your ears, beans in your ears, beans in your ears, Y’can’t hear the women with beans in your ears, beans in your ears. So y’can’t hear the words like NO & ENOUGH, NO & ENOUGH, NO & ENOUGH, Y’can’t hear the words like NO & ENOUGH with beans in your ears. Hey, Marise look at me, I've got beans in my ears beans in my ears, beans in my ears, Hey, Marise look at me, I've got beans in my ears, beans in my ears. What's that you say? I've got beans in my ears beans in my ears, beans in my ears, What's that you say? I've got beans in my ears, beans in my ears Yes too many Pollies have beans in their ears, beans in their ears, beans in their ears, Yes too many Pollies have beans in their ears, beans in their ears. |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Stewie Date: 15 Mar 21 - 09:59 PM This fine song gained the APRA award for song of the year at the 2021 Country Music Association of Australia golden guitar awards. THE HIGH PRICE OF SURVIVING (Shane Nicholson & Leyon Milner) There’s been mistakes and there’ll be again We’ll fall from grace every now and then Loving and losing from pillar to post The things we hold dear can hurt us the most It’s just the price of surviving we pay For sticking it out through another day But it’s better than taking the other way out Ghosts at the table, junkmail and trash I bury myself in cigarette ash I draw the curtain, there ain’t much to see The world moves along and forgets about me It’s just the price of surviving we pay For sticking it out through another day But it’s better than taking the other way out Hope, carry me now Hope, carry me now It’s gonna take us the long way around It’s just the price of surviving this life Learning to breathe through the trouble and strife When living is only being alive Then it’s just the price of surviving we pay For sticking it out through another day But it’s better than taking the other way out Youtube clip --Stewie. |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Stewie Date: 15 Mar 21 - 12:12 AM SAM HOLT (w.G.H. Gibson/Air: 'Ben Bolt') Oh! don’t you remember Black Alice, Sam Holt — Black Alice, so dusky and dark, The Warrego gin, with the straw through her nose, And teeth like a Moreton Bay shark. The terrible sheepwash tobacco she smoked In the gunyah down there by the lake, And the grubs that she roasted, the lizards she stewed, And the damper you taught her to bake. Oh! don’t you remember the moon’s silver sheen, And the Warrego sand ridges white? And don’t you remember those big bulldog ants We caught in our blankets at night? Oh! don’t you remember the creepers, Sam Holt, That scattered their fragrance around? And don’t you remember that broken-down colt You sold me, and swore he was sound? And don’t you remember that fiver, Sam Holt, You borrowed so frank and so free, When the publican landed your fifty-pound cheque At Tambo, your very last spree? Luck changes some natures; but yours, Sammy Holt, Was a grand one as ever I see, And I fancy I’ll whistle a good many tunes Ere you think of that fiver or me. Oh! don’t you remember the cattle you duffed, And your luck at the Sandy Creek rush, And the poker you played, and the bluffs that you bluffed, And your habits of holding a flush? And don’t you remember the pasting you got By the boys down in Callaghan’s store, When Tim Hooligan found a fifth ace in his hand, And you holding his pile upon four? You were not the cleanest potato, Sam Holt, You had not the cleanest of fins. But you made your pile on the Towers, Sam Holt, And that covers the most of your sins. They say you’ve ten thousand per annum, Sam Holt, In England, a park and a drag; Perhaps you forget you were six months ago In Queensland a-humping your swag. But who’d think to see you now dining in state With a lord and the devil knows who, You were flashing your dover, six short months ago, In a lambing camp on the Barcoo. When’s my time coming? Perhaps never, I think, And it’s likely enough your old mate Will be humping his drum on the Hughenden road To the end of the chapter of fate. This song was a parody of 'Ben Bolt', written in 1848 by Dr T.D. English. The tune was a German air arranged by N. Kneass. It was printed in the 'Melbourne Vocalist' 5th edition 1857. Charles Thatcher, the goldfields balladeer, wrote what he called a 'new version' which began: Oh! don't you remember, sweet Alice, Ben Bolt - Sweet Alice with hair hazel brown She wept with delight when you gave her a smile And trembled with fear at your frown Thatcher also wrote a mining version titled 'Jack Jolt' that was similar in structure to 'Sam Holt'. In his 'Colonial Ballads', Hugh Anderson noted that 'Sam Holt' derived in part from 'Jack Jolt'. G.Herbert Gibson, whose pen name was Ironbark, wrote 'Sam Holt' which was published in 'The Western Champion' (Blackall/Barcaldine, QLD) in May 1881. It was prefaced by this sentence: 'Overlanding Jim apostrophiseth his quondam mate who hath made his pile and gone home'. It was printed in 'The Bulletin' in 1881. This printing gave 3 notes: 'flashing your dover' = 'taking pot luck with a sheath knife'; 'Towers' = Charters Towers; the original line was 'From the Barks down at Callaghan's store' and 'Barks' was vernacular for 'Irish'. A.B. Paterson included 'Sam Holt' in his 'The Old Bush Songs' 1905. Strangely, Stewart & Keesing did not include it in their 'Enlarged and Revised' edition of 'Old Bush Songs'. It is included at page 34 of Hugh Anderson 'Colonial Ballads' 1962 edition. Anderson noted that 'Paterson, as in several other instances, took the words, not from newspapers, but from a collection of Gibson's poems'. You can also find it at page 120 of Ron Edwards' big book. This rendition by Warren Fahey omits a few stanzas: Youtube clip --Stewie. |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Stewie Date: 13 Mar 21 - 11:19 PM NEW ZEALAND WHALES (Anon) Come all you whale men who are cruising for sperm Come all you seamen who have rounded Cape Horn For our captain has told us and he says out of hand ‘There’s a thousand whale off the coast of New Zealand’ T’was early one morning just as the sun rose That a voice from the masthead cried out, ’There she blows’ Our captain cried, ‘Where away and how does he lay?’ ‘Three points on our lee, sir, scarce two miles away’ ‘Then call up all hands and be of good cheer Get your lines in your rowboats and tackle-falls clear’ We sailed off the westwind and came up apace The whaleboats were lowered and set on the chase We fought him alongside, harpoon we thrust in In just over an hour, he rolled out his fin The whale is cut-in, boys, tried-out and slowed down He’s worth more to us, boys, than five hundred pound Our ship it is laden for home we will steer There’s plenty of rum, boys, and plenty of beer We’ll spend money freely for the pretty girls ashore And when it’s all gone we’ll go whaling for more Note: These were the last days of the hand-harpoon, over a hundred years ago. Sperm and right whales were common in New Zealand waters, as they had been off the coast of Peru. The Spanish-American War meant the world’s whalers came south and Kororareka in the Bay of Islands became a busy whaling port. [’Song of a Young Country’ p 8]. Youtube clip --Stewie. |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Stewie Date: 12 Mar 21 - 08:13 PM STEEL & SILVER (Bob McNeill) Alison, she said, walk with me tonight by the harbour We will watch the stars We'll dance among the stones And you need fear no stumble For I shall hold your hand I shall hold your hand And so with stealthy grace from town they slipped away like shadows Silent in the dark No priest or layman saw Alison led boldly By hand and step, the sand beneath her wet Between the waves and seawall Between the waves and seawall Alison, she said, let go your heavy vest That we might skip more lightly Let down your raven hair That it might fall around you Likewise your steel & silver Likewise your steel & silver And so she let them fall, and with them her resolve Always to heed the ocean And so upon the sand they laid their bodies down And as they slept the silent ocean crept The waves grew ever higher The waves grew ever higher Alison, she said, wake up the tide is high And we are hard by the seawall The waves are coming fast And I fear we are lost For we must brave the ocean For we must brave the ocean And so they turned away from the harbour wall to face the tide The swirling grey black ocean The water cold and dark pressed into their hearts By hand and brine Maidens intertwined They found them so next morning They found them so next morning Youtube clip --Stewie. |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Stewie Date: 10 Mar 21 - 10:07 PM WARNING: the songs in this post contain racist components. In his 'Big Book of Australian Folk Song', Ron Edwards published a trio of songs that were popular in the Northern Territory: 'The Buffalo Shooter's Song', 'Fanny Bay' and 'The Combo's Anthem'. All three songs reference Fannie Bay in Darwin and reflect widespread contemporary attitudes towards Aboriginal women. In his splendid presentation at the 2000 National Folk Festival in Canberra - 'White on Black: in the spirit of reconciliation' - Keith McKenry gave context to these songs. Keith has kindly given me permission to reproduce his introductory remarks: No matter where you prick a map of Australia, when the Europeans first arrived there the predominant, and often the only, source of females for male sexual gratification was Aboriginal. It didn’t take long therefore for the term ‘Black Velvet’ to enter the colonial vernacular. The craving in colonial society for women as sexual playthings became –as it has across the world – a factor in the economic interaction between communities, and a catalyst for violent confrontation, with rape commonplace, and murder and retribution not far behind. Syphilis and gonorrhoea, smallpox and measles, and other diseases previously unknown to Indigenous Australia followed as well, with catastrophic results. Despite the fear in the popular imagination of sexual violation of white women by blacks – the unspoken sub-text of The Romance of Runnibede, for example— there is scant evidence of it happening. Even in the Governor murders there was never any suggestion the women were sexually assaulted. But violation of black women by white men was so commonplace as to be hardly worth remarking upon. The supposed loose morals of black women, and their supposed desire, too, for white males, provided a fertile basis for rationalisation. As the next group of songs, from the Northern Territory states, it was just ‘a little bit of nonsense’. Keith explained earlier in his presentation that 'The Romance of Runnibede' was a 1928 silent film: Time now to return to the silver screen, and to the making in 1928 of a silent feature film based on a story by Steele Rudd, creator of the beloved characters Dad and Dave. It stars an American, Eva Novak in the role of the virginal white maid Dorothy Winchester, and Dunstan Webb, daubed with black paint, as the evil Witch-doctor Goondai ... In the same year this film is made, 1928, Fred Brooks, a dingo shooter is killed in the Northern Territory. The murderers are thought to be Aborigines. In retaliation whites, led by Constable William George Murray go on a rampage shooting dead an admitted 31 Aborigines and possibly as many as a hundred or more. Most, if not all, the Aborigines shot have no connection whatever with the killing of Brooks. A court of inquiry finds the shootings ‘justified’. In the towns and cities few people would have the faintest knowledge of the killings in the Territory. But many would go to the cinema to see the lovely Dorothy rescued from the murderous black savages in Runnibede. The 'Governor murders' relates to the July 1900 brutal killings of Mrs Mawbey, her 2 daughters, her 2 sons and a governess by 3 Aboriginals: Jimmy Governor THE BUFFALO SHOOTER'S SONG (w.Anon/m.A.Colahan) If you ever go up north among the buffalo, Then maybe at the closing of the day, You will sit and listen to those flamin’ mossies And watch the sun go down on Fanny Bay. For again to hear the crying of the curlew, And the lubras in their nagas salting hides, And to sit around the campfire by an evening And listen to those shooters telling lies. For the gins come down from Oenpelli Mission All wrapped up in Jesus when they come, But they soon forget about those Ten Commandments When you hit ’em with a snort of O.P. rum. And the strangers came and tried to take our lubras— So we waited while they had their fun, For they might have tried to catch the old red dingo Or rape a flamin’ emu on the run. And if ever there should be a piccaninny, You can bet your boots it won’t be all real black, For those shooters like their little bit of nonsense Along the Alligator River Track. Note by Ron Edwards: 'The Buffalo Shooter's Song' was composed by a group of shooters at Nourlangie in the Northern Territory in 1948. It is in the tradition of 'Fanny Bay' and 'The Combo's Anthem' and other Territorian ditties. It goes to the tune of 'Galway Bay' and comes from 'The Green Eyes are Buffaloes' by Allan Stewart. 'Galway Bay' was composed by Dr Arthur Colahan. Allan Stewart was a well-known Territory character. He was a bit of a tosser. I recall that he once stood for the Territory parliament and had his surname changed by deed poll to Allan-Stewart so that he would have first place on the ballot paper. He still lost comprehensively. FANNY BAY (w.Anon/m.A.Colahan) With a couple of little drinks to make us happy, And a couple of little beers to make us gay, And a couple of little gins to keep our strength in, You’ll find yourself at last in Fanny Bay.* Some are white and some are black and some are yellow, And some are old and some are young and gay, But what costs you thirty bob in Castlereagh Street, You can get for two and six in Fanny Bay. Note by Ron Edwards: 'Fanny Bay' was one of the slightly bawdy songs that the late Bill Harney used to enjoy singing, partly perhaps to shock the city types that he met when he came south for a holiday from the Northern Territory ... Bill did not know who had composed the song, but he said that it was very popular around the Territory. Keith McKenry also drew a distinction between these bawdy pieces and the 'thoroughly repugnant ballads of race hatred'. Fannie Bay is the registered spelling for the suburb and bay. This excerpt from NT Place Names Register is interesting: Click THE COMBO'S ANTHEM (Anon) When the stock panel slants to the last narli beast, And the smoke signals rise we will ride to the feast, Where the pandanus fairies are singing their song, And the black ducks are mating, by quiet billabong. ’Neath black velvet banners we’ll carve our way through, As we march to the strains of a didgeridoo, We love and we laugh as pale introverts sigh, We sneer at Protectors, whose laws we defy. We know each girl’s name by her track on the sand, The girls of the desert, the girls of inland, The maids of the mountains, and Lord I forgot- The sirens of seashores, the best of the lot. They are comely and dark, and the glint of their eyes, Are as dew drops that gleam on a wintry sun’s rise, And the firm rounded breasts that seductively tease, Are like seed pods that sway on squat baobab trees. So hail Borroloola! The old V.R.D. The ‘Nash’ and the hill for a cracker old spree, We are riding with cheques and we sing as we come, For a gut full of wooing, a gut full of rum. Let gin-shepherds watch when the rain clouds appear, And the ring of horse-bells tells his girls we are near, He may lock up his studs, but we’ll steal them away, To our smouldering fires till the breaking of day. So green is the grass when the early rains fall, And pull off pack bags as we answer the call, We will ride down bush tracks, and old friendships renew, To the beat of a tab-stick and didgeridoo. Ron Edwards supplied a tune at page 92 of his big book. He noted: 'The Combo's Anthem' was collected from the late Bill Harney in 1957. A combo is Territorian slang for one who lives with an Aboriginal woman. Although he described it as a 'real old nostalgic one', it is probably no older than the middle of the late thirties. It was not only white men who referred disparagingly of Aboriginal women, I once worked with a part-Aboriginal bloke, an ex-stockman, who called Aboriginal women in the bush 'spinifex fairies'. William Edward Harney --Stewie. |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: rich-joy Date: 09 Mar 21 - 11:02 PM Forgot to say what “Daggin Round” refers to! A Dag is pretty much the same thing in New Zealand and Australia, but perhaps the Kiwi descriptor may be a tad more complimentary?! I believe Stewie posted a Fred Dagg (John Clarke) song from EnZed, here last year? But in both countries, “Jeez, yer such a DAG!” implies that you are still accepted and loved - despite your different / quirky, appearance, habits, or behaviour! From the ANU : https://slll.cass.anu.edu.au/centres/andc/meanings-origins/d dag An unfashionable person; a person lacking style or character; a socially awkward adolescent, a 'nerd'. These senses of dag derive from an earlier Australian sense of dag meaning 'a "character", someone eccentric but entertainingly so'. Ultimately all these senses of dag are probably derived from the British dialect (especially in children's speech) sense of dag meaning a 'feat of skill', 'a daring feat among boys', and the phrase to have a dag at meaning 'to have a shot at'. The Australian senses of dag may have also been influenecd by the word wag (a habitual joker), and other Australian senses of dag referring to sheep (see rattle your dags below). Dag referring to an unfashionable person etc. is recorded from the 1960s. 1983 Sydney Morning Herald 24 September: Has it helped them feel more relaxed with the boys in their PD group. 'Well, most of them are dags', Julie laughs, 'but at least they're easier to talk to'. 2011 Australian Financial Review (Sydney) 11 July: Christian, while your budget may appear to be reasonable .. your dress sense is nothing less than appalling. Never ever wear a striped suit, a striped shirt and a striped tie together - just dreadful ... You look like a real dag. dag: rattle your dags Hurry up, get a move on. Dags are clumps of matted wool and dung which hang around a sheep’s rear end. When a daggy sheep runs, the dried dags knock together to make a rattling sound. The word dag (originally daglock) was a British dialect word that was borrowed into mainstream Australian English in the 1870s. The phrase is first recorded in the 1980s. 1984 S. Thorne Battler: C'mon Mum, rattle yer dags - the old girls are hungry! 2010 Countryman (Perth) 11 February: Rattle yer dags, woolclassers, time's running out to re-register yourselves with the Australian Wool Exchange. WIKI also has some interesting history and variations : https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dag_(slang) Cheers, R-J |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: rich-joy Date: 09 Mar 21 - 10:36 PM Mark Gillett [ NZ 1953 – 2007 QLD ] – see Mudcat obit. A sort of bluesy, down-home, banjo groove, that was a Mark favourite – but not yet found online! It was a bit of a travelling number, with verses as remembered – or made up - at the time of singing!! DAGGIN’ ROUND SUGARTOWN Mark Gillett Dag-Dag Dagga Dagga Dagga Dagga, Dagga Dagga Dagga Dagga Dagga, Dagga Dagga Dagga Dagga Dagga..... Cut cane while days are bright, crush it and cook it right Mills roarin’ through the night Old Sugartown Namba, There’s Ted from up the hill, workin’ at Moreton Mill All dressed in ~King-Gee drill Daggin’ round in Namba, Chorus : Daggin’ Round – Daggin’ Round – Daggin’ Round in Sugartown Daggin’ Round – Daggin’ Round – Daggin’ Round in Sugartown Tourists with a vide-cam, takin’ snapshots of the sugar tram ~Lorry Loco’s goin’ bam-bam Old Sugartown Namba, They’re tryin’ not to stare, at that safari-suited lair With a beer gut and surfie hair Daggin’ round in Namba, Daggin’ Round – Daggin’ Round – Daggin’ Round in Sugartown Daggin’ Round – Daggin’ Round – Daggin’ Round in Sugartown Steppin’ out for pizza snacks, across the railway tracks In Ugg boots and trackie daks~ Daggin’ round in Namba, That Westie’s off his face, he’s decked out in perfect taste Checked shirt around his waist, he’s Daggin’ round in Namba, Daggin’ Round – Daggin’ Round – Daggin’ Round in Sugartown Daggin’ Round – Daggin’ Round – Daggin’ Round in Sugartown A victim of the piercin’ craze, rings and studs in his face His Dad thinks he’s a disgrace, he’s Daggin’ round in Namba, A young girl with style to spare, pants got one little tear Sure enough, that tattoo there, she’s Daggin’ round in Namba, Daggin’ Round – Daggin’ Round – Daggin’ Round in Sugartown Daggin’ Round – Daggin’ Round – Daggin’ Round in Sugartown Street childrens doin’ wrong, window glass in their thongs Spray cans and OJ bottles, they’re Daggin’ round in Namba, Down by Petrie-side, banks all wet and wide Long grass where the travellers hide Daggin’ round in Namba, Daggin’ Round – Daggin’ Round – Daggin’ Round in Sugartown Daggin’ Round – Daggin’ Round – Daggin’ Round in Sugartown Black smokestack paints the sky, cinder flakes floatin’ by They bring tears to my eye, I’m Daggin’ round in Namba, Where did the good times go, don’t ask me coz I don’t know My memory’s as black as snow, I’m Daggin’ round in Namba, Daggin’ Round – Daggin’ Round – Daggin’ Round in Sugartown Daggin’ Round – Daggin’ Round – Daggin’ Round in Sugartown I’m goin’ back some day, hope and sometimes I pray Like I never went away, to go Daggin’ round in Namba, I will forget my cares, don my kaftan and flares Boogie on down to Cemetery Square, I’ll be Daggin’ round in Namba, Daggin’ Round – Daggin’ Round – Daggin’ Round in Sugartown Daggin’ Round – Daggin’ Round – Daggin’ Round in Sugartown I’ll do just what I please, hang it all out in the breeze Just like the 70s, I’ll be Daggin’ round in Namba, Daggin’ Round – Daggin’ Round – Daggin’ Round in Sugartown Daggin’ Round – Daggin’ Round – Daggin’ Round in Sugartown Daggin’ Round – Daggin’ Round – Daggin’ Round in Sugartown Daggin’ Round – Daggin’ Round – Daggin’ Round in Sugartown Dag-Dag Dagga Dagga Dagga Dagga Dagga Dagga Dagga Dagga Dagga Dagga Dagga Dagga Dagga Dagga Dagga Dagga Dagga Dagga Dagga Dagga Dagga Dagga Dagga Dagga Dagga ……………………… YEAH! ‘Namba’ (officially, Nambour*), on Petrie Creek in the Sunshine Coast Hinterland, was known for its landmark Moreton Central Mill – crushing the sugar cane in the centre of town. Until 2003, the cane ‘trains’ ran regularly in season through the town’s streets, carrying the cane from the outlying farms to the crusher. The strong smell on the air, belching steam, noise and night lights when the Mill ran 24/7 in the Crushing Season (July-December) ….. and the smoke and cinders when the farms were burning the cane thrash* ….. all the traffic giving way to the whistle of the little haulage trams, trundling along the tramway in the centre of the road - it’s all consigned to history now. And the farms? Well, some are now wasteland (but still with venomous snakes) – while many are turf farms, light industry, or particularly, housing estates optimistically built on the flood plains :) And the Mill (crushing for 106 years), is now a supermarket site, while many vacant shops line the town’s streets and the regional hospital is rebuilt elsewhere. However, a few rail engines and parts of the Mill history were saved for the Museum, built on the nearby old school site https://nambourmuseum.org.au/look-inside/ and the steel Crushers and enormous cogged wheels, have been welded into street sculptures! Nambour's a little sultry (surrounded by hills); but a town where daggy dressing and cumfy flannos (checked flannel shirts) were unashamedly okay - it's just the way it was ……. Namba wouldn’t die though and there are signs of it at last regenerating ……. perhaps even as a Regional Centre for The Arts, with performance venues and galleries, plus quirky shops and more cafes now opening up – so could be interesting!! * the name “Naamba” is from an Aboriginal word describing the bark of a prolific red-flowering bottlebrush. * just like in that great Mary Gauthier song “(Burning the) Sugar Cane” : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CIQgzCai3EQ ~King Gee – is an iconic, longtime Aussie workwear brand. ~trackie daks – comfortable track suit pants (often worn low-slung, resulting in an “attractive” baggy bum! :) ~Lorry Loco - from kids storybook, plus : https://www.bundysugar.com.au/education/kot.html A song by Penny Davies for Nambour, which she sings here with partner, Roger Ilott : “Don’t Let ‘Em Close Our Mill (the Sugar Mill’s the Heart of Town)” : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DHKl1n-mIc0 Just found this documentary called “The Last Crush : Closure of the Moreton Sugar Mill” and the flow-on effects of, first up, global issues (falling price of sugar) - plus all the rest - on the millworkers, the cane farmers, and the town itself : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DHKl1n-mIc0 On a historical note, from 1863-1904, some 62,000 South Sea Islanders (men, women, children - known as Kanakas, from Melanesia) were mostly kidnapped/tricked/blackbirded to forcibly work the canefields, cottonfields, coffee plantations of Qld and Nthn NSW. Due to the new Aust'n Federation laws in 1901, the majority were forcibly deported after 1906. By all accounts, life did not improve for those who were shunted back to an island (not necessarily their original one), nor for those who got to stay : https://www.slq.qld.gov.au/discover/exhibitions/australian-south-sea-islanders R-J |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: rich-joy Date: 09 Mar 21 - 10:10 PM DREAMS MORE REAL >Mark Gillett I was travelling endlessly on the road, as in dreams I’ve often known myself to do When the feet found a friend, the path of well-worn stone, when I found myself hand-in-hand with you, The cool green air washed us free of care and its sweet smell floated on the breeze (on the breeze) And the light seemed to shine out from everywhere as it poured down golden through the trees. And if I dream of me, if I can dream of you If you should have to go, would you dream me too And if I passed you by, you I didn’t recognise Sometimes dreams can seem more real than Life. We sped on up the track, I couldn’t hold you back, you pulled me on, said we really had to go And ahead I spied past the round hillside, lofty mountains shimmering with snow, And it seemed to me like reaching out for a strawberry, almost taste it on your tongue (on your tongue) Such a promise of plenty and endless happiness, good times really just begun. And if you dream of me and if I can dream of you If you should have to go, would you dream me too And if I passed you by, you I didn’t recognise Sometimes dreams can seem more real than Life. In the wink of an eye, the time to say goodbye, you were gone, lovely dream was swept away And I tried in vain to find you again, down city streets weary and grey By the factory gates stood a fairground with travellers, pitched their tents to make a stand (make a stand) And a glad voice cried to me as if they knew me and a bonny young stranger took my hand, “You’re still searching, I see” is what he said to me “Won’t you rest with us for just a day” (just a day) “There’ll be music so sweet; share with us to eat, find beauty and comfort where you may.” And if you dream of me, if I can dream of you If you should have to go, would you dream me too And if I passed you by, you I didn’t recognise Sometimes dreams can seem more real than Life. Well I looked at the sideshow, the coloured lamp glow, the trash and the drab and the poor, And the smile on your face in that high, bright place, t’was a memory I could not ignore When I shook my head, the stranger said “We’ll meet again, as you roam” (as we roam) “May your courage endure and your love stay pure and your one true dream bring you home”, And as ever I seek a glimpse of the peak, or the high, bright country it surrounds (it surrounds) There’s a thing yet I know, where e’er I go, you will be there, you’ll be waiting to be found. And if you dream of me, if I can dream of you If you should have to go, would you dream me too And if I passed you by, you I didn’t recognise Sometimes dreams can seem more real than Life. Mark sings, accompanied by guitar and playing his banjo – but not yet found online :( R-J |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Stewie Date: 09 Mar 21 - 08:21 PM I HUGGED MY MATE (Andrew London) Well I’m a kiwi through and through I’m an All Black follower just like you and I grew up watching Pine Tree on TV He’d score a try between the posts and trot on back with the other blokes with no display of joyfulness or glee and I was brought up similarly we don’t emote spontaneously and we try to avoid displaying affection publicly but something happened the other night that I’d like to share with the group tonight that signifies a strange anomaly I was having a beer with a mate, you see or a shandy it might have been actually and he told me things were grim as they could be He’d lost his job at the florist’s shop and got pulled over by a traffic cop who booked him on the spot for DIC and his wife had run off with his kids and shacked up with a friend of his who was consequently behaving quite aloof and rather smug well I don’t know what came over me but just as we got up to leave well, bugger me, I gave my mate a hug You hugged a mate? I hugged a mate You hugged a mate! I hugged a mate By the time I realised what I’d done, it was just a bit too late He was big and he was hairy, and he was understandably wary and it was scary, but I hugged my mate ‘What’s that for?’ he said to me and I mumbled about solidarity and being there for your mates when times get tough so he wandered off and I fretted a bit but he seemed to soon get over it and things got back to normal soon enough but I was down the pub just after that having a Pimms with another chap on a Thursday when they do that excellent dill and salmon quiche well he seemed distracted as we dined so I said, ’What’s on your mind?’ he said he’d heard I’d hugged my mate, and what was it like? well I said at first it was rather strange and we both felt awkward at this rearrangement of the traditional way that kiwi blokes behave but I said that a moment of intimacy had been enjoyed by my mate and me and it might have been even nicer actually, had he shaved and I said I thought we should be allowed to show affection, even in a crowd and not be afraid to let it out so everyone can tell well he looked confused and a little sad and told me how he missed his dad well stone the crows, I hugged this bloke as well You hugged a mate? I hugged me mate You hugged a mate! I hugged another mate By the time I realised what I’d done, it was just a bit too late He was big and he was hairy, and he was understandably wary and it was scary, but I hugged my mate so we’ve all gotten used to it now we seldom fret anymore about how we show affection indiscriminately and we get together, put the world to rights on our weekly Downton Abbey nights in the spa pool with a tall banana daiquiri and as Dave and I drove home last week from the ballet, I began to speak about how sensitive and caring we renaissance chaps can be and he agreed we certainly had progressed said he rather liked the way I dressed changed gear, and put his hand back on my knee You hugged your mate? I hugged my mate You hugged your mate! I hugged my mate By the time I realised what I’d done, it was just a bit too late He was big and he was hairy, and he was understandably wary and it was scary, but I hugged my mate Yeah, I was sensitive and caring and I hugged my mate So get out there, you blokes, and hug your mate Youtube clip --Stewie. |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 08 Mar 21 - 08:30 PM raredance - if you'd like a copy of the spreadsheets listing the songs, PM me with your email address & I'll send them to you. #Alphabetical Listing of Oz-NZ songs-15Aug-31Dec2020 (625 entries) #Date Posted Listing of Mudcat Oz-NZ songs-from 01Jan2021 (172 entries) Penguin Book of Australian Ballads by Philip Butterss and Elizabeth Webby, 1993 Penguin Book of Australian Ballads by Russel Ward. 1964 Great Australian Folk Songs by Ron Edwards 1991 (originally published as Big book of Australian folk song,1976) These are all classic books, Russel Ward was an academic involved in the folk revival of the 50s & Ron was a very early publisher (Rams Skull Press 1952-date) & collector. A biography of Ron is due out next year. sandra |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 08 Mar 21 - 09:44 AM THE COUNTRY SONG c. Martin Pearson & John Thompson video Written and sung by John Thompson (left) & Martin Pearson (right). National Folk Festival 2008 & I was there! Note -the video does not include the 3rd verse, but all the other stuff included makes up for the lack of verse 3. Mama, get the hammer, there's a fly on Papa's head. I've been roped and thrown by Jesus in the Holy Ghost corral. I fell in a pile of you and got love all over me, But who bit the wart off Grandma's nose? Chorus: I wanna whip your cow; I wanna whip your cow, 'Cause you just can't play a sad song on a banjo, anyhow. You done tore out my heart and you stomped that sucker flat. You made toothpicks from the timbers of my heart. If the jukebox took teardrops, I'd cry all night long. You stuck my heart in an old tin can and shot it off a log. Well, I guess if you can't feel it, then it ain't really there, And the last word in lonesome is "me." Repeat chorus If I can't be number one in your life, number two on you. I can't get over you, 'til you get out from under him. I'm so miserable without you, it's almost like you're here, So I flushed you down the toilet of my heart. Repeat chorus until tired, light blue touch paper and retire |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: raredance Date: 08 Mar 21 - 03:05 AM Hi, I did not see an obvious songbook thread for the New Zealand book where it would not effectively disappear because no one would look for it there. In the for what it is worth department, I have two other volumes that are related to this thread. One is the Penguin Book of Australian BAllads by Phillip Butterss and Elizabeth Webby. It has about 150 entries that includes both folk song lyrics and other verse that may never have been sung. There is another Penguin Book of Australian Ballads by Russell Ward. I do not know the relation between the two. The other volume is Great Australian Folk Songs by Ron Edwards. It has over 300 entries. The latter book has tunes, the former does not. I have no knowledge of how many items in those two books are already in MUdcat or in this thread. Perhaps someone here has one or both of those books. I do not plan to put those contents here. This thread is already unwieldy with no alphabetical list of what is in it. Adding 450 lines of list would be insane. Rich R |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 08 Mar 21 - 02:14 AM oops, I copied Bob's typo - tune Wild Drover is really Wild Rover, & left off the video - Wild Rover by The Seekers |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 08 Mar 21 - 02:06 AM I'm cleaning up my drafts (some are unsent emails dating back cough, cough, years), others are interesting stuff I found in various places, including mudcat It was published in Singabout, Journal of Australian Folksong, volume 6, number 1, 1966 This song comes from one of the most valuable sources of Australian traditional song and story during the heady days of the 1950s and '60s - Harold P. C. ('Duke') Tritton. 'Duke' was a thoroughly traditional singer ... meaning that he quite cheerfully wrote new words whenever necessary in a living tradition. I seem not to have selected it for inclusion my collection Singabout - Selected Reprints, Ed Bob Bolton, Bush Music Club, Sydney, 1985. I reproduce the words recorded by Janet Wakefield (and Janet's notes) below. WILD DRIVER By 'Duke' Tritton, tune: Wild Drover (Duke wrote this in 1963 or '64 after a friend and I had driven him home several times after Club meetings. It is true that she once went through a red light and I through an orange one, but I'm sure that had nothing to do with Duke writing this song ... Janet Wakefield.) I've been a wild driver this many a year And always made sure I had plenty of beer But now I must give the whole lot away For an "on the spot copper" got me yesterday. CHORUS: So it's NO NO Never, Never no more Never Never again shall I play the wild driver no more. I had only ten schooners, which isn't a lot And sixty was the top speed I had got But I didn't give way to the man on the right There was a crash and I got such a fright. CHORUS: I had swiped three cars and a two decker bus And every one there made a terrible fuss. They all seemed to think that I was to blame And the way they abused me was a real shame. CHORUS: They threatened to lynch me, went looking for rope Things looked pretty grim, I had given up hope When the copper he came and he said, "Cut it out" "Just leave it to me and I'll deal with this lout." CHORUS: Then the copper, he pulled out his book and did say "It's fifty green smackers, the fine you will pay And I'll cancel you licence for the rest of your life And then I'll be sure that you'll keep out of strife. CHORUS: Perhaps some terms need explaining outside of the Australian context: "on the spot copper" dates the song to around the introduction of "on-the-spot fines", standardised penalties which could be paid rather than appear in court ... and trust to the mercy of the local magistrate. "ten schooners" A schooner was (at least in NSW) a beer glass holding an alleged 15 ozs ... certainly a good half bottle. Ten schooners would have meant 5 bottles of good strong beer . "sixty": Back then we still used miles per hour ... and the suburban limit was 30 mph. "smackers": Pretty common worldwide English for a note of currency. The only note in Australia's old currency that was green was the pound note. |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 07 Mar 21 - 03:07 AM I only recognised some, & I also try not to type up words but sometimes there is no option. I asked a friend to make an OCR scan of a long song & then I copied & pasted the words, that was so much easier. sandra |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Stewie Date: 06 Mar 21 - 09:57 PM Thanks, Sandra. I got your email with gold star. I merely wished to point out that 'half' is more than 'a few'. I had to copy- type a goodly number of them. --Stewie. |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 06 Mar 21 - 09:32 PM well done! gold star on it's way! |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Stewie Date: 06 Mar 21 - 08:56 PM Fair go, Sandra. In response to raredance's posting of a list of songs in 'Song of a young country', you commented that we have 'a few'. Of the 51 songs in the book, I have posted 26. --Stewie. |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 06 Mar 21 - 03:43 AM THE BALLAD OF TONY AND BRONNIE by John Warner, tune Frankie & Johnny Tony and Bronnie were pollies in for a glittering time, Tony made Bronnie the speaker of the house she was his partner in crime, Hear that Tony say,”Bronnie’s done no wrong”. When Tony made Bronnie the speaker, Out went impartiality, ’Cause Bronnie left the coalition in their seats And flang out all the ALP She weren’t no man But, hey, she done them wrong! Now Bronnie, she knew all the rule book, She knew how to draw and to shoot, But every time she drew number forty four, She’d shoot Tony A in the foot, And Tony says, “What did I do wrong?” Bronnie’s front page on the Tele, That’s quite amazing to see, ’Cause the big front page of the Daily Telegraph Is reserved for the ALP, Still that Tony says “Bronnie’s done no wrong”. Bronnie spends thousands on travel, Taxpayers’ loot down the drain, Nick Xenophon will use his new skateboard, Malcolm Turnbull will take the train Still Tony says, “Bronnie’s done no wrong”. Bronnie likes lipstick and diamonds, And costumes in stripes white and black, But whoever her embalmer was, She should have given him the sack, He was just a man And he done her wrong. Has Tony been onto the Tele, Had a word in the editor’s ear? “Put Bronnie up on your big front page, So I can make her disappear”. Still Tony says “Bronnie’s done no wrong”. Well, Bronnie resigned like she oughter, It was high time that she had to go, Next episode in the Daily Telegraph, The ballad of Tony and Joe, Two sleazy men, Who haven’t done no wrong. Finale tune – Bonnie & Clyde Tony and Joe were liberal politicians, And devious magicians with the people’s money Wouldn’t it be fun, to blow away their cover And suddenly discover that they lied ? Yeah! And John Warner had nuffin’ to do wiv der writin’ of dis, OK? |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 06 Mar 21 - 03:25 AM TONY THE TURBINE by John Warner, tune Little Polly Perkins (Good ‘ealth to John Dengate. There’s a new Joe to kick now) The future’s in renewables, not oil, gas or coal, So Tony, shut your gob, lad, let the wind turbines roll Now we all know what Tony Abbot don’t like, It’s passing wind turbines as he rides on his bike. Aesthetics are important, I have to agree, And Tony in his budgie smugglers is offensive to me. Have you seen Smokey Joe with his toxic cigar, He can still afford petrol to drive a flash car, And he says that the windfarms are spoiling the view, It’s amazing what dollar signs on your eyeballs will do The future’s in renewables, not oil, gas or coal, So Tony, shut your gob, lad, let the wind turbines roll There’s various whingers with beef stock for brains, Who blame the wind turbines for their aches and pains, They’ve got self diagnoses from all the worst books, And they swear that wind energy’s mutating their chooks. But Tony will protect them with fury and fist, He’ll create a commissioner that none can resist, While coal, gas and petrol all roar and pollute, He’ll turn back wind energy like old King Canute. The future’s in renewables, not oil, gas or coal, So Tony, shut your gob, lad, let the wind turbines roll Hey Tony, come out on a picnic with us, To see the wind turbines, there’s room on the bus, We’ve stood underneath them as the great blades spin round, Heard crows, cockatoos and magpies, but of turbines no sound. We’ve heard the sheep feeding and the wind in the grass, Watched horses use the towers for scratching their ears, As for those mutations folk speak of with dread, Why all those sheep and cattle have four legs and one head. The future’s in renewables, not oil, gas or coal, So Tony, shut your gob, lad, let the wind turbines roll But Tony, you’re a turbine with your big windmill ears, And the flatulent drone that you’ve churned out for years, You spin like that blowfly I morteined last night, You generate lots of heat, mate, but give us no light. So Tony take your backers and your good old mate Joe, Get out there on the hilltops and blow, bullies, blow You’ll keep the vanes spinning through thin and through thick You’re far better than a windfarm at making us sick. The future’s in renewables, not oil, gas or coal, So Tony, shut your gob, lad, let the wind turbines roll (repeat chorus ad-nauseum) John & Jenni were standing under a turbine talking to the farmer when they heard a strange noise - the sound of sheep chomping on grass! & Joe? - Joe Hockey in case he has faded from current memory! |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: rich-joy Date: 06 Mar 21 - 03:12 AM Thanks RareDance, I'm wondering if it should be posted in one of Joe's Songbook Collection threads?? - like those linked in /mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=118474&messages=21#4006163 I've not really looked at the list of links to see if there is a thread just for Australian or New Zealand song books .... Cheers, R-J |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 06 Mar 21 - 02:44 AM HARLEY DINOSAUR by John Warner 1991, recorded by Walters & Warner on 'Who Was Here?' 1997 no audio or video This story is true except that the dinosaur was actually a sheep. Written during John's 'Browns' period at Murrumbateman, NSW. Names have been changed to protect the sheep. 'Twas at the Murrumbateman tip when no one was about, A giant egg lay in the sun and a dinosaur hatched out. The only creature round the place, an ancient mother sheep Adopted him at once instead of the lamb she failed to keep. She called him Harley Davidson, her baby dinosaur, From a picture in a magazine she'd seen some days before, She sang him Sheep May Safely Graze and Baa Baa Black Sheep Until her young triceratops was safely fast asleep. And it's oh my! you never saw before Such a thumping great triceratops like Harley Dinosaur! Now in the paddock by the tip, young Harley grew and fed And by three weeks had overtopped his mother by a head. And soon some forty head of sheep and half a dozen rams Saw one bright, young triceratops at play among the lambs. But springtime brings the shearing, the crutching and the like Of the sorts of things they do to sheep to keep down blowfly strike, And so one worthy grazier, by name of Thomas Scroggs Set out upon his motorbike and with him four sheep dogs. The Honda roared across the land with rattles, thumps and bangs, When Harley heard the racket, something ancient bared its fangs, And as the sheep in panic fear all fled in leaps and bounds, A fully grown triceratops stood up to face the hounds. Now Blue and Dolly, Bill and Meg were sheepdogs of the best, Prize winners all though they might be, they'd never faced this test. 'Get in behind!' cried Farmer Scroggs, his face a wrathful frown, So in behind the log they got and kept their heads well down. At this the farmer's face went red, he said a nasty word, And revved his motor-cycle round to catch that fleeing herd. But Harley charged that mean machine, his great feet squashed it flat, He chased the farmer up a tree and that, my friends, was that. And so we leave good Farmer Scroggs his features turning black His sheep behind their dinosaur can laugh at all attack I'll leave his dogs behind their log and terminate my rhyme By saying 'Harley Davidson beats Hondas, every time!' |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 06 Mar 21 - 02:29 AM thanks, raredance, skimming thru I can see a few songs we have & many more we can mine! |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: raredance Date: 06 Mar 21 - 01:55 AM Not sure if this belongs here but didn't know where else to put it. An index to New Zealand Folksongs. New Zealand folksongs : song of a young country / edited by Neil Colquhoun. Published Wellington : Reed, 1972. John Smith A. B. Davy Lowston .New Zealand whales .Come all you tonguers .Soon may the Wellerman come .Across the line .Blood red roses .Altered days .I'm a young man .Little Tommy Pinkerton. Black velvet band. Rise out your bed. Darling Johnny O. How to dodge the hard times. Trade of Kauri gum. The black swans. Song of the digger. End of the Earth. As the black billy boils. Tuapeka gold. Bright fine gold. Packing my things. Wakamarina. New chums at the diggings. The old identity. Gold's a wonderful thing. Waitekauri ev'rytime. Diggers farewell. Gay deserter. Te kooti, e ha. Rerenga's wool. Murderer's rock. McKenzie and his dog. My man's gone. Drinking rum and raspberry. Talking swag.Friendly road. The foggy foggy banks. Shearing.Dug-out in the true. Leatherman. Banks of the Waikato. The day the pub burned down. The mill. Run for your life. Railway Bill. Down in the Brunner Mine. The sweater. 151 days. Gutboard blues. Cargo workers. |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: rich-joy Date: 06 Mar 21 - 12:00 AM GOODBYE TO THE WATCHMAKER Paul Lawler Chorus : This is goodbye to the Watchmaker, and a trade so fine and rare To the little old man with the glasses on, who soon will not be here. Many long years in apprenticeship, on a wage that was soon spent quick Learning the craft of turning a shaft, five thousandths of one inch thick. For the first year it’s making the tea, then through the first clocks you wade Hoping one day to sit at the bench, alongside the men in the trade. Manuals, autos, days and dates, chronographs and stopwatches timed And finally then, the big days arrives : your apprenticeship papers are signed. But things are changing, there’s no time now, to worry about tolerance and torque A book on electronics is just what you need, to tune up your tuning fork. Forget the alarm clock’s ring-a-ling, for the trade we must toll the bell When the ticks and the tocks of mechanical clocks, are replaced by a mercury cell. The factories dictated the future to us : make them faster, there’ll be more to sell In stepping up production to stamp out the piece, they’ve stamped out the craftsmen as well. © Paul O. Lawler : who trained as a watchmaker in Melbourne and Sydney. He worked as a Watch and Clock Maker in Sydney and Darwin, and also Clifden (Galway) ..... : actual date of composition is unknown, but likely sometime in the late 1970s! : and The Tune ? He did write one, but I’ve not yet come across a recording! 1946-2014 (see Mudcat Obit thread) R-J |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: rich-joy Date: 05 Mar 21 - 08:53 PM ALICE ON THE LINE Ken Ferguson Stone and iron, wood and thatch A stockyard and a cabbage patch Smiling faces from the dawn of time So this is our home. Cool verandah, hitching rail The Stuart Arms could tell a tale Willis’s, Raggat’s, a home or two Six house town. From The Gap to Middle Park, I would go riding with the moon The hills and stars would take my breath away And every night the parlour song, the piano just in tune We’d sing to bed another golden day. The black men from the camp are working for us on the line The women in our house become our friends But it grieves my heart to see, whatever they’ve done wrong Them dragged off south, neck-to-neck in chains. Chorus : The midday sun has drained the colour from your face But there are garlands of wild flowers in your hair Powder up your cheeks with the red, red sands of time That’s how I remember Alice on the Line. Hill and gully, rock and sand Silence shrouds the empty land Stillness hard to understand Here comes the rain. Flooding Todd, frothing brown Lifeline, blood of Stuart town Green shoots starting from the ground Born again. My mother bore four children here without a doctor’s hand My father had to wield a surgeon’s lance My brother Mort, like all of us, cherished by this land Now lies beneath the battlefields of France. Chorus I always will remember, Alice on the Line. Written in 1987 by KEN FERGUSON (died 2009 – see Mudcat Obit). He was one of the Folk Scene’s “singing geologists”, who came from Inverness in Scotland, but also shared his music in Australia from Tasmania to Perth and Alice Springs to Beyond. Well-remembered here for his co-writing of “Folk Operas” e.g. “The Singing Wire” with Alice Springs band Bloodwood, re the construction of the Overland Telegraph – and from which this song comes, and “Franklin” with Tony Phipps, on the life of the lost Arctic explorer and former Van Dieman’s Land governor, Sir John Franklin, and “Working Man’s Paradise” also with Tony Phipps, re William Lane and the Australian colony in Paraguay. Plus, his presence in bands like Blackthorn, McCool and Facial Expressions. This song can be heard on Ken’s 1997 CD “Basic Blue” (13 tracks), but sadly, I haven’t found it online yet. :( The story of the engineering feat that was the 2000 mile (3200kms) North-South Overland Telegraph in Australia is here : https://www.nma.gov.au/defining-moments/resources/overland-telegraph Soon after completion in 1872, it was also linked to the newly completed Java-Darwin submarine cable – and the world shrank yet again!! Some books of interest which detail the story of the region and the Overland Telegraph [OTL] include : ALICE SPRINGS -From Singing Wire to Iconic Outback Town : Stuart Traynor, 2016 and ALICE ON THE LINE : Doris Blackwell nee Bradshaw with Douglas Lockwood, 1965 (and which inspired this song). Known as Mparntwe to the indigenous Arrernte people, Alice Springs (called Stuart until 1933), is the town of the Red Centre of Australia, on the banks of the Todd River (which is most often dry!) and the many regional popular events include The Camel Cup / the Henley-on Todd Regatta / the Finke Desert Race / The Beanie Festival. https://alicespringstelegraphstation.com.au/ R-J |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Stewie Date: 04 Mar 21 - 07:55 PM Great to see the name change for the thread. John Harpley of Wongawilli put a tune to a poem by one of Australia's finest folklorists - John Manifold. BINDA BALL 1864 (w. John Manifold/m. John Harpley) Chorus: There was never a dance like our Boxing Day ball For we found at the height of the fun That the Monks girls were dancing with Gilbert and Hall And Christina Mackinnon with Dunn The bushrangers’ gold in the candlelight flowed And we joined in their generous caprice But storekeeper Morris ran off down the road To Bathurst to warn the police ‘Bad scran to the blackguard’, cried Margaret Monks ‘There’s time for just one event more It’s a matter of teaching good manners to skunks Come on, and we’ll burn down his store’ When the traps and the traitor rode up with the dawn The store had been burnt to the ground The dancing was over, the curtains were drawn And the bushrangers couldn’t be found They arrested Christina and Ellen and Peg But we heard the girls pluckily call ‘It was cheap at the price to have shaken a leg With John Gilbert, Jack Dunn and Ben Hall Youtube clip There's a contemporary account of the bushrangers' visit to Binda in a Melbourne newspaper: Ben Hall and His Gang at Binda --Stewie. |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 04 Mar 21 - 04:21 AM TERRY LAZY, An Animated Vision of a disillusioned Bushwalker Words: John Turier, Newcastle NSW, 1982 tune McNamara’s Band G’day me name is Terry Lazy I sit in a 4 wheel drive I expose meself to the elements I can rough it and still survive. I’m as tough as they come As I sit on me bum I’m king of the tracks and trails Superior by far to all natural things Especially lizards and snails. CHORUS Get out of me way, I’ll run you over I’m in the bush to prove I’m in the bush. Any hill or gully or mountain or valley Where someone else has been You’ll here the hum of me engine revving And smell me dieseline. Any bird or wombat or bunyip or lizard Who tries to get in me way I’ll blast him deaf as a post with me truckies horn And then you’ll hear me say. CHORUS When you face the elements like a man There’s essentials you must provide That’s why I’ve got 4 dozen KB In an esky by me side. Now there’s rocks and boulders and stumps and bumps and hills as big as walls I once did meself an injury When a tinny fell on me balls. CHORUS (sung high!) Now the scenery’s boring ‘Cause all there is to see is bloody trees And all them mangy wildlife things They’ve all got lice and fleas. All the ‘roos are good for is Pal petfood And trees take up the land So I squash the odd fat wombat And knock down saplings when I can. CHORUS Get out of me way, I’ll run you over I’m in the bush to kill the bloody bush. When a convoy leaves at the break of day To tackle the mountains high We all blast our horns in unison And give the CB cry (10-4!) There’s Toyotas, Range Rovers, Landrovers and trailers In parties of 4s and 5s. We all stay in close proximity Keeping CB talk alive. CHORUS Get out of me way, we’ll run you over We’re in the bush to prove we’re in the bush. We all want to be just like our heroes Up the Leyland up the Leyland Up the Leyland brothers. INSPIRATION FOR THE SONG One weekend in 1982 John, his partner Chris, Shayne Kerr and Roz Uren (now Kerr) hiked up to Barrington Tops via The Corker, a very steep 900 metre climb up a 9 km track from Lagoon Pinch to Carey’s Peak. Back then, the track was open to 4WDs. As we tramped up the mountain with backpacks we were passed frequently by large vehicles who forced us to jump out of their way, annoying us profusely. On returning home, John wrote the song. At the time, Shayne, Roz, John Turier and Sandra Tate played as Bushfire Band, then from 1983 without Sandy as Bantam Bush Band till 1985. John often sang his song at our bush dance engagements in the Hunter Valley. Fortunately and wisely, NPWS has since closed the popular bushwalking track to vehicles. The NSW Folk Federation Newsletter number 15 of 1982 published the words of the song. John Turier has since become a well-known artist and sculptor. Shayne now sings ‘Terry Lazy’ at appropriate functions. Notes by Roz Kerr, 2013. |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 04 Mar 21 - 03:52 AM AUSTRALIA SQUARE - Bernard Bolan no audio or video, it's on 'The Quirky Works of Bernard Bolan' (2002, Australian Broadcasting Commission) if anyone has it! Every day I wend my way to the middle of Sydney town To earn my screw and do my due for a company of renown I do my chore on the 40th floor of a building round and tall Up in the sky where the rents are high and we all do sweet damn all Chorus: Flash goes the light and ring goes the bell and up in the air we go Sailing in The Summit lift to the land of ice and snow Up past the names that we've never heard of the people we don't know I earn my bread with Sydney spread 600 feet below On the ground floor near the big lift door the crowds all huddle round In our castle in the air there's all creeds there, there's yellow, white and brown The doors gape wide, we trudge inside and terror fills the air Three, two, one, all hope is gone, tell mother I still care Chrysler, Wimpy, Esso and Clyde and Ord BT and Co The names go past so devilish fast, we must be near the snow At thirty three, which is Hitachi, seventeen Japanese go And that silly little bugger from Colonial Sugar is standing on my toe It's strange the way that every day as we trace our heavenly track The ones that want to get out first are always at the back So push the button, mind the door, stiffen up your knee Sorry miss, I meant to press number forty three |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 04 Mar 21 - 03:40 AM JOIN YOUR UNION © John Warner 26.11.06, Tune Hymn "Bread of Heaven" - "Guide me oh thou great Jehovah/Redeemer" Welsh tune: Cwm Rhondda. Composed by John Hughes (1873-1932). Audio Chorus Join your union, join your union, Friends, we need our unions now, Friends, we need our unions now Thieves grow rich and liars prosper, Milking profit's sacred cow. They make war to make their money, How we need our unions now. One man's pay for three men's labour, Bosses' powers enshrined in law. When our rights are torn and trampled, How we need our unions more. Women's rights and women's wages, Fiercely fought and barely won, Children's care and education, Go where all our hopes have gone. Shake the souls of union leaders, Shout the message clear and plain, Leave the desk, desert the boardroom, Fight the workers' cause again. Quiet words did not avail us, Patience only earned defeat, Unity's our only answer, Join your unions on the street. Stand with us and swell the numbers, We are the majority. Sing in chorus, raise the banners, Union is victory. John Warner is the author of the song, "Bring Out the Banners" (http://unionsong.com/u034.html) which has been empowering unionists all over the world. He dedicates this new one to singer, Danny Spooner, with thanks "for making songs a weapon of mass reconstruction". www.folkjohnwarner.com |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 04 Mar 21 - 03:19 AM find no. 3 - DENGATE UPSHIFT © John Warner, July 2018 - Tune Spanish Ladies/ Brisbane Ladies/Augathella station tune Note - This song is a parody of a parody. The late, great John Dengate wrote a superbly wicked set of words about Joe Bjelke Petersen, once a very corrupt premier of Queensland. The first line is John’s and I have tried to use his style and structure as a memorial of a splendid political satirist. Farewell and adieu to the premier of Queensland, Give it up, Anastasia, and get on the bus, If you’re wining and dining with Carmichael mining, And selling the farm off you’re no use to us. CHORUS We’ve ranted and roared at that greedy Adani Ranted and roared till we’re blue in the face, But all you hear, Honey, is the sound of his money, For an ALP leader you‘re a shame and disgrace By cute misdirection you won the election, You said that Carmichael would not go ahead, Then you were in power just barely an hour, And promptly inverted the words that you said. CHORUS - We’ve ranted and roared at that greedy Adani You Galilee gargoyle, stop financing snake oil, You Belyando baggage, you Tangorin twit, Tell that hairy Gujarati you’re leaving his party You devious, dispicable, coal funding person…. CHORUS - We’ve ranted and roared at that greedy Adani What? Ten thousand jobs from that vote buying mob? Adani’s in debt with his back to the wall, With every new spokesman those jobs are a joke, man, With Autonomous mining there’s no jobs at all. CHORUS - We’ve ranted and roared at that greedy Adani Come next election will you see defection, From voters who think that Adani’s a rat? With the choice between you and the Nationals crew, When you both back Adani, then what choice is that? CHORUS - We’ve ranted and roared at that greedy Adani My dear Anastasia, you couldn’t get crazier, By selling off Queensland to a known corporate thief, What sort of solution is toxic pollution To a bleaching and dying Great Barrier Reef? CHORUS - We’ve ranted and roared at that greedy Adani ~~~~~~~~ email to Dale Dengate, 17 July 2018 G’day Dale, I bashed this one together for the Stop Adani street campaigns. Since I deliberately used John’s original splendid parody as a model, I thought I’d send it to you. Cripes, he was a witty bloke with a word. There was no way to match that “adjective noun” Good ‘ealth, John W Why we will #StopAdani |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 04 Mar 21 - 01:15 AM now for a couple of other finds - never before published so I asked John's permission & he is sending me more!! JOHN HOWARD'S CHRISTMAS © John Warner, December 2005 no video or audio. Tune. Good King Wencessessesslauss [I don't know how to stop spelling it.] Christmas presents filled the mind Of wee johnny howard. He would rob the workers blind, To see the rich empowered. With his tiny brain in gear, Plans the lad was making, Gifts to give his mates this year, From all others taking. Workers who don't toe the line, Let the bosses sack them. Johnny Howard says it's fine, They'll have laws to back them. All unfair dismissal laws, Tinsel wrapped with holly, Scrapped in the employers cause, Won't that gang be jolly. "Here's your nasal grindstone mate, Gift wrapped from your master. Don't complain or curse your fate, Kindly pedal faster." Round and round and round she goes, Wearing faces down sir, Bloody, red and flat our nose, Howard's nose is brown, sir. "Bring me flesh and bring me wine, Bring a barbecue sir. Plenty for these mates of mine, No, there's none for you sir. Lots of debts and lots of lies, Financial excision, If you dare to criticise, We call that sedition." Once a year does Christmas come, A subject for reflection, Noses flat and spirits numb, When's the next election?' One more gift to open folks, And it’s a back hander, One of Howard's little jokes, A national Gerrymander. Red suit and a fluffy beard, Don't suit our prime minister. Howard's puny soul is geared, To a dress more sinister. Mask and jemmy, stripey vest, Pitchfork, horns and tail sir, But broad arrows would be best, And ten years in jail sir |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: JennieG Date: 03 Mar 21 - 08:33 PM Cheers, Rowan - indeed. A nice bloke much missed. The song is right too. |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 03 Mar 21 - 06:14 PM a blast from the past. I was looking thru an email folder of songs friends sent me A song from the late Ozcatter Rowan 15/4/10. There you go, Sandra; a companion song to Cathy's "Precious Gift" (aka "The Tony Abbott Song") Precious Gift was posted by me 29 Sep 20 - 11:31 AM on page 7. TONY ABBOTT IS 'ALL SMUGGLER AND NO BUDGIE' Tune: Across the Western Plains I must wander, Across the Western Ocean I must wander, and All for me grog Oh my name is Tony Abbott, I was once a randy rabbit but now I'm Leader of The Opposition So now I pontificate on every woman's sexual fate and I'm often asked to make a proposition. I joined the seminary but obedience was too scary so I went and joined the local Liberal Party I became John Howard's man though his policies didn't scan and I thought myself a right political smarty. A young bloke that I knew, he was in the media crew I had thought to be the offspring of a screw, boys I had had a brief liaison, as a young man with emission but it turned out other cuckoos were in season. In an interview one day I gave restraint a little spray but applied it only to young women Their virginity's a gift that should not be lightly left' but young men I never even mentioned. I'm in a surfing club and I wear their uniform showing off my pecs and wearing budgie smugglers I ride my racing bike and do "Iron Mans' if I like and in politics I'm best of all the jugglers. But when it comes to "walk the walk" not just talking only talk the voters are so critical with their judging. I make statements every day but give policies? "No way!" "Tony Abbott is 'all smuggler and no budgie!'" After the Hymn Singing Session at the 2010 National Folk Festival I overheard someone comment about the lack of policy substance in Tony Abbott's then recent statement on Health Policy. The immediate riposte from the other party to the conversation was "Tony Abbott is 'all smuggler and no budgie!'" I thought it too good to let slide unrecorded. Cheers, Rowan |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 03 Mar 21 - 05:55 PM thanks, moderators! |
Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 03 Mar 21 - 09:00 AM Joe or other moderators can change titles sandra |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: GerryM Date: 03 Mar 21 - 03:55 AM I'm happy to change the name of the thread to "Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook," I just don't know how.... I've changed the Subject on this post, but I don't know what effect that might have on the thread. |
Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia From: rich-joy Date: 03 Mar 21 - 12:41 AM Thanks Joe - over to you, Gerry! Cheers, R-J |
Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 02 Mar 21 - 02:50 AM DRIP DROP by Margaret Bradford, 1998 lyrics Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop Wasting water's gotta stop Drop. Drip. Drop. Drip Turn that tap off quick! Water's precious can't you see Its a rare commodity Creeks and rivers dry up fast You gotta make that water last and last, and last, and last, and last and last, and last Drip. Drop... Mulch that garden, watch it grow When roots stay damp deep down below Sun can't dry out soil underneath You won't have to hose for weeks Plant those natives watch 'em thrive In hot dry Aussie they'll survive Why water lawns to make 'em grow? Then on the weekend you've gotta mow and mow and mow and mow and mow and mow and mow! Drip. Drop.... [scat: dribble drop dribble etc.] Keep that shower short and sweet Just wet yourself from head to feet Don't stand under there all day You might develop scales and swim away A cup of water's quite enough To clean your teeth with that the stuff Don't let that tap run, use a plug Don't wanna hear that water glug Drip. Drop.... Flushing loos use too much water Don't flush it more than you oughta If it's yellow let it mellow But if it's brown then flush it down Drip. Drop.... video Sydney songwriter Margaret Bradford wraps some very practical advice about household water conservation in a lively and humorous musical package. Miguel's jazzy choral arrangement makes the most of the onomatopoeic possibilities. |
Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 02 Mar 21 - 02:43 AM THE SHANNON RISE Phyl Lobl, 1987 River light, moths in flight Trout rise swiftly to the bite Sky of drifting diamonds fades away Stolen by the power- brokers play And the Shannon Rise will rise no more A beach lies drowned off Pedder’s shore The tumbling gorge with its constant roar Drives a warning sound to the ground Mountain light, sunshine bright Curve of sand held in my sight Blushing pearl now fifty fathoms deep The favoured jewel we weren’t allowed to keep Tumbling light, foaming bright Waterfall of endless flight Thundering its message loud and long Wilderness is wonderful, be strong! In Tasmania Lake Pedder was drowned. The Shannon River was altered which changed the life pattern of a moth that used to breed at a certain time and cause the trout to 'rise'. The Cataract Gorge was at one time also threatened to be made a into power source a Tasmanian woman asked me to write about these three places. The second music file is from the choir 'Ecopella', from their CD 'Songs In the Key of Green', with a beautiful multi-part harmony by Miguel Heatwole, a great contrast to my solo acappella version. And the version by 'Ecopella', an environmental choir that sings about the beauty of our world and the struggle to protect it from exploitation and destruction. Audio |
Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 02 Mar 21 - 02:32 AM DENIAL TANGO by Men with Day Jobs: Stafford Sanders, Rod Crundwell and Kim Constable, 2011 Funny, timely satirical song on climate denial - written & performed 2011 by Sydney group Men With Day Jobs: Kim Constable (bass), Rod Crundwell (piano), Stafford Sanders (guitar). Tony Abbott is Australia's denialist Opposition Leader; CSIRO its major science body. video You say the planet’s warming, but I’m convinced it’s not. Last Tuesday it was rather cool, today it’s not so hot. And if it’s getting hotter, I’m sure it’s not by much. It’s prob’ly due to sunspots, volcanoes or some such. Or maybe it’s the Chinese, they make more smoke than us. I know there’s many more of them, so let them catch the bus. One thing I am sure of, no need to make a fuss. Fire up those smoky chimneys and sing: Denial. I’m in denial. Don’t talk to me of independent studies or scientific trial. I’m in denial, deep in denial. And as the waters rise around me I’ll just hold my breath and say it isn’t so. I call myself a skeptic, and I believe it’s so. I’m skeptical of anything: I just don’t wanna know. Don’t give me C S I R O or I P C C. I want some wacky viscount with a classical degree. He says it’ was much hotter X million years ago. I know that killed the dinosaurs but they were rather slow. It’s just a lot of scientists that think they’re in the know. But I know I know better, let’s sing: Denial. I’m in denial When I see those econazis, I raise my arm and shout Sieg Heil! I’m in denial … Those fires are not raging. No floods deluge the land. Those hurricanes and tornadoes are just flashes in the pan. The animals are doing fine: no species dying out. And half the bloody planet isn’t choking in drought. The ice is not receding, from either polar cap. I’d go with Tony Abbott, It’s just a load of crap. This round-the-world disaster is an evil greenie trap. ‘Cause everybody knows the world is flat. Denial … ..As the waters rise around me I’ll just hold my breath and say (glug glug glug) |
Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 02 Mar 21 - 02:28 AM COME AWAY WITH ME, Tony Eardley, 1999 Audio Come away with me my loved one To where cool waters join together Where tall trees bend and spread their shady leaves To shield us from the searching sun. For I know a place where the day is still A hidden land shaped by the dreamtime At night the starlights glance off darkened pools Where thirsty creatures come to drink their fill. "I'll go with you my friend and dear To where cool waters join together For its in the quiet of the forest deep Your spirit speaks to me most strong and clear." We rose and went and we journeyed far. The sun was hot and unforgiving Through the sprawling city where we love and fight And scrabble for our daily living. But when we reached that place our hearts did chill We found the forest razed and ravaged. Clear across the valley to the distant ridge Lay stumps like crosses on some Flanders hill. My love reached out to comfort me She saw the tears in my eyes were welling "Let all your tears flow" she said "my dear. To wet the roots of anger swelling." Now all across this tired and dusty land The hungry chainsaws they are roaring. The living waters die with poisons choked. The Earth it crumbles in the greedy hand. And you talk of work for them that the timber hew, Those who by felling scratch their living. Well there'd be honest work for all that need Were good Earth's wealth not cornered by the few. So let us go, hand clutching hand Of lover, daughter, friend and caring stranger. To keep our faith with those who're yet to come And stand full firm against this present danger Tony started to write a love song but somehow it became about his feelings for the environment as well. Ecopella members have been known to weep on stage during this song. lyrics |
Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia From: rich-joy Date: 02 Mar 21 - 02:12 AM Sandra’s posting above of The Acknowledgement of Country, reminded me that back in September last year when I posted Joe Geia’s song YIL-LULL, I had meant to post his GURRI NGINDIN NARMI, which is very commonly heard at Qld events and festivals, as the Welcome to Country song. I don’t seem to have the lyrics, but in both these versions, Joe explains the message : GURRI NGINDIN NARMI : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=idR3vYLotKQ GARINGINDINARMA : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-rqmj0fiufc https://www.qls.com.au/For_the_profession/First_Nations_People/First_Nations_Protocols R-J |
Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia From: rich-joy Date: 02 Mar 21 - 01:46 AM IF I HAD WINGS Ryk Rostron On this Queensland whaling boat, we made good time at sea Hoped to be in Brisbane town before the sun had set on me We worked with hearts as light as air as we moved towards the coast And we thought about those waiting there; the ones we loved the most. Chorus : And if I had wings, I’d fly away home If I had wings, I could be there now Well if I had wings, I’d fly o’er the foam And I’d leave those cold Southern winds to blow. Six months at sea seems easy now, as it did the day we sailed From Brisbane town weighed anchor, we set off with no thought to fail An old hand now on whaling boats, the seventh time we’ve seen We sail with Captain Ellwell and that bright ship’s company. Well to catch the whales we searched the Southern oceans cold But fortune travelled with us as we quickly filled the hold Another man was lost this trip as through the ice we roam When in quick time, the captain cried : “Enough! We turn for home.” That season was the last for me, I paid my dues and settled down Though I sometimes think of whaling, the boat’s no longer to be found The stations are all empty now, no huts with coal or fire The memories fade, the whales are gone, the singing ocean quiet. Ryk sang this song with the sadly defunct Brisbane bluegrassy band, PIRATE BRIDES, who were very popular both Live and on CD – there were 3 recordings : Walking the Planxty / Cutlass Wedding / Broken Hearts Ride Free. Members were RYK ROSTRON (lead vocals/guitar/bazouki/mandolin), the late and much-missed JOHN HOLMBERG aka Sailor John (lead vocals/banjo/mandolin/guitar), ROSE BROE (vocals/accordion/ autoharp/keyboard), MICHAEL TULLY (vocals/upright bass) and later, MARK KARLSEN (vocals/upright bass). The song features on their 2005 EP “Cutlass Wedding”. BtW, the few clips of the PBs on YT that I’ve seen, really do not - IMHO, do justice to their many performances …… However, the song is found at 23:35 on https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LcviQqURygE R-J |
Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 02 Mar 21 - 01:31 AM ASBESTOS by Lyle Sayer, 1984 no audio/video Lyle Sayer, 1984 Tiny fibres you don't see Seemed a lot of bull to me But now the cancer it has grown And my lungs have turned to stone. Joined the navy, went to sea. Seemed that life was good to me. Insulation 'round the pipes, Didn't know you'd take my life. Braked the car, asbestos flew. Rode a train asbestos blew Through the cracks in roof and walls Like the rain it gently falls. In the town of Wittenoom By the road wildflowers bloom. On the ground and in the air There's asbestos everywhere. Profits from asbestos mines Kept Lang Hancock doing fine. No regrets, no tears apply To the miners that now die. Those who knew but did not tell May the bastards burn in hell! Don't be anybody's fool: Safety first, the golden rule. Tiny fibres you don't see Seemed a lot of bull to me But now the cancer it has grown And my lungs have turned to stone. lyrics, no audio |
Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 02 Mar 21 - 01:18 AM It is normal in Australia to start many events (govt or other) with a spoken acknowledgement of Aboriginal ownership of the land. Deb is a Choir Director, singer & songwriter. ACKNOWLEDGEMENT Words, music and arrangement: Deb Jones 2015 We acknowledge the traditional owners of this land The Gadigal and Wangal of the nation of Eora And other first Australians who’ve made this place their home And any actions done in our name that had them leave the land that’s in their bones With things done in our name they left the land that’s in their bones. We acknowledge the traditional custodians of this land The ones the country walks in; the holders of the stories We pay respect to elders past and present, and all indigenous here We pay our respects We acknowledge injustices done in our name We acknowledge Was, is, always will be We are more than sorry We will speak out. We will speak out. We will speak out We will speak. We will not turn, No! We acknowledge this land is Aboriginal Land! NOTE: The intention is that the words “The Gadigal and Wangal of the nation of Eora” be replaced when necessary with the names of the appropriate groups and countries, according to where the song is to be sung. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The acknowledgement of Aboriginal ownership of the land is set to music as an alternative to a spoken introduction. Deb’s comments on the song: “Solidarity Choir often find ourselves singing first at gigs, and I like to acknowledge the traditional owners. I’d often off-handedly thought ‘we should be singing this’. We already share one indigenous song about land rights with our audiences. The choir were on the lookout for a song that gave voice to how we as non-indigenous Australians feel about what’s been going on. So I decided it was time I gave the Acknowledgement a shot. It could have become a much longer song with so many issues, but I wanted something we could put upfront every gig. It’s an acknowledgement and a promise, really. We acknowledge that we’re standing on Aboriginal land. We acknowledge injustices done in our name to the Aboriginal people of this country, and we will step up and speak out.” lyrics & intro from Solidarity Choir website facebook video - Acknowledgement sung by Ecopella |
Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 02 Mar 21 - 12:56 AM members can PM me with an email address if they would like a copy of our 2 spreadsheets. Aug-Dec 2020 (alphabetical by title), Jan - today (by date posted) Both lists contain - Date & time posted Title Author/composer/tune NZ? Posted by Video or audio available Lyrics available Page (very necessary to locate songs as we are up to page 20) |
Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia From: JennieG Date: 01 Mar 21 - 11:18 PM Sounds good to me, r-j......I don't post often, but I read each and every update. |
Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia From: rich-joy Date: 01 Mar 21 - 09:35 PM Perhaps "Mudcat Songbook: Australia and New Zealand" would do it?? R-J
Yes, it's clear this has moved away from the "Rise Up Mudcat" project and taken on a life of its own. And I'm really enjoying it. The final choice of thread title is up to Gerry Myerson, since he's the manager of this thread and I told him he could do whatever he wants with it. I don't like the idea of using the title "Mudcat Songbook" or anything too closely related to that because that's another longstanding project - a collection of songs written by Mudcatters. "Mudcat Australia Songbook" wouldn't cause a problem, or "Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook." Other than that, change it however you want, in consultation with Gerry. -Joe- |
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