Songs of Phyl Lobl

Subject: Songs of Phyl Lobl
From: Joe Offer
Date: 22 Jun 20 - 06:03 PM

Started to index songs from Phyl Lobl that have been posted here. Looks like she's still active as a songwriter and performer. Her Website is https://phyllobl.net/

Subject: RE: Songs of Phyl Lobl
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 22 Jun 20 - 07:16 PM

excellent! she is a brilliant songwriter but doesn't just write songs, she writes serious & silly poems, & a music educator and a good friend.

G'Day, I'm Phyl Welcome to my website

She is going to be interviewed on a streaming radio program (All Australian blues, roots, folk and contemporary artistes) in the next few months & I'll post the details when I have them

Graham Seal is a Folklore Professor and an Historian. He has discovered that Poignard is a French word for pointed weapon which in English also means a pointed message using words. He has encouraged me to write such things.

Poignard Three, By Phyl Lobl 20th March 2020

Today as I shopped I kept on getting stopped,
But the smiles weren’t from folk being jolly,
They just wanted of course the name of the source
Of Loo Paper I had in my trolley.

sandra

Subject: ADD: Dark-Eyed Daughter (Phyl Lobl)
From: Joe Offer
Date: 22 Jun 20 - 08:11 PM

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Subject: ADD: Dark-Eyed Daughter (Phyl Lobl)
From: GUEST,Gerry
Date: 09 Feb 15 - 11:48 PM

Australian singer-songwriter Phyl Lobl wrote a song, Dark-Eyed Daughter, referring to the Darling Daughter song discussed here, but her song was about racial segregation in Australia in 1965. Available at http://www.phyllobl.net/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=153:dark-eyed-daughter&catid=58:dark-eyed-daughter&Itemid=129

The lyrics:

DARK-EYED DAUGHTER
(Phyl Lobl)

Mother may I go out to swim?
Yes my dark-eyed daughter,
Mother I would go out to swim
but at the pool I can't get in,
Because of the colour of my skin
because I'm your dark-eyed daughter.

Mother may I go to the show?
Yes my dark-eyed daughter.
Mother tell me do you know
which side of the theatre I should go?
Go where the colour of your skin won't show
my darling dark-eyed daughter.

Mother will I go to school?
Yes my dark-eyed daughter.
Mother when I go to school
will the children treat me cruel?
Children follow their parents' rule
my darling dark-eyed daughter.

Mother when will all this end?
I don't know my daughter.
Maybe it will end the day
when heaven and earth will pass away
And we will hear a great voice say
you're welcome here …… my daughter.

Words & Music: Phyl Lobl
Also recorded by occasional Mudcat visitor Margret Roadknight.

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Subject: RE: Origins: Yes My Darling Daughter
From: Joe Offer
Date: 10 Feb 15 - 04:03 PM


Great song, Gerry. There's a recording on the Phyl Lobl Website, and there's one more verse on the recording. Hope my transcription is right.

DARK-EYED DAUGHTER
(Phyl Lobl)

Mother may I go out to swim?
Yes my dark-eyed daughter,
Mother I would go out to swim
But at the pool I can't get in,
Because of the colour of my skin
Because I'm your dark-eyed daughter.

Mother may I go to the show?
Yes my dark-eyed daughter.
Mother tell me do you know
Which side of the theatre I should go?
Go where the colour of your skin won't show
My darling dark-eyed daughter.

Mother will I go to school?
Yes my dark-eyed daughter.
Mother when I go to school
Will the children treat me cruel?
Children follow their parents' rule
My darling dark-eyed daughter.

Mother will I go to work?
Yes my dark-eyed daughter.
You will go to work one day,
But only get half of your pay,
The other half will go the way
Of somebody's dark-eyed daughter.

Mother when will all this end?
I don't know, my daughter.
Maybe it will end the day
When heaven and earth will pass away
And we will hear a great voice say
You're welcome here …… my daughter.

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Subject: RE: Origins: Yes My Darling Daughter
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 11 Feb 15 - 01:22 AM

perfect Joe!

The recording comes from 1968 EP - Dark-eyed Daughter & I was wondering if the extra verse was not sung in later years.

It's an excellent verse, so I can't see it being dropped, but John Warner also wrote excellent verses which he dropped when he decided they were not necessary to the final song.

I've just emailed Phyl asking her about this verse.

sandra

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Subject: RE: Origins: Yes My Darling Daughter
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 11 Feb 15 - 09:36 AM

Phyl hadn't realised her webmaster had left off a verse & was annoyed that she had not noticed it. It will be added asap.

Joe - can you mark your version as complete - or maybe add the extra verse to Gerry's post?

sandra

Subject: ADD: Battle of the Somme (Phyl Lobl)
From: Joe Offer
Date: 22 Jun 20 - 08:37 PM

Thread #7511   Message #3870842
Posted By: Sandra in Sydney
10-Aug-17 - 04:36 AM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: Battle of the Somme
Subject: Lyr Add: BATTLE OF THE SOMME (Phyl Lobl)

My friend Phyl Lobl asked me to add her lyrics.

MP3 here

BATTLE OF THE SOMME

My father was a very young man when he was injured on the Somme. He joined up again for WW2 but was invalided home.
I wrote this with help from a book about the Somme titled 'Vain Glory', by Guy Chapman.
The tune is an adaptation of the Scottish Pipe Tune 'Battle of the Somme'. The track used here was from a long past Folk Festival performance.
Sung by Phyl Lobl with Uilleann Pipe accompaniment from Declan Affley

Words: Phyl Lobl      
Tune: Pipe Major William Laurie adapted by Phyl Lobl

Thanks to Gregor Ferguson for supplying knowledge of the origin of the tune.

The lark in the evening she drops to the ground now
Bidding farewell to the long summer day.
High on a ridge hear a gun hit the silence,
Flames like a flower brighten the sky.
Dugouts are quiet we wait for the morning
Feeling a thrill as the battle draws near.
As dawn with her pale flush, silvers the grey sky
Sharp tongues of shell fire call up the day.

Glory, vain glory, you beckoned us onward,
Kitchener's call and your light led the way.
Then just when we seem to be near
You turn into darkness
Splashed with the mud and the pain of the day.

The lines they are formed and the orders are given
While General Haig sends his prayers to the sky.
As we move onward our bayonets before us
We know that those prayers were no better than lies.
Rising and twisting the smoke curls above us
I see by the green glow there's gas in its domes.
We stumble and fall through the craters and shell holes,
Watching the bombs turning trenches to tombs.

We're over the rise now, the line is before us,
Enemy gun fire taking its toll
What hope have the bayonets and the rifles we carry
Against a machine gun here on the Somme.
Day's nearly done now the battlefield empties,
The living are hidden the dead lying still.
The wounded are calling for someone to save them
But no one can help them, no body will.

*'What's to be said of the life-time of man now,
Shifting from sorrow to sorrow again.
You button up one cause for man kind's vexation
Only to find there's another undone.'*
Each generation has freedom to fight for,
Choose between gun fire or words for your tools.
Freedom's a phantom but reason could find her.
Honour and glory a haven for fools.

• Words between the stars are a direct quote from the book.
The rest are mine distilled from the revelations of people Guy Chapman interviewed for his book.

Subject: ADD: Past Carin' (Lawson/Phyl Lobl)
From: Joe Offer
Date: 22 Jun 20 - 08:46 PM

Thread #127162   Message #2835390

Posted By: Joe Offer

10-Feb-10 - 04:29 PM

Thread Name: Lyr Add: Past Caring / Past Carin' (Henry Lawson)

Subject: ADD: Past Caring (Henry Lawson/Phyl Lobl)

Phyl Lobl has her recording of this song available for free at http://www.phyllobl.net/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=122&Itemid=135. It's absolutely beautiful. Here are the lyrics from her Website:

PAST CARIN'
   (Words: Henry Lawson & Music: Phyl Lobl)
   

Now up and down the sidling brown the great black crows are flying.
   And down below the spur I know another milker's dying.
   The crops have withered from the ground the tank's clay bed is glarin',
   And from my heart no tear nor sound for I have got Past Carin'.
   
   Past botherin' or carin', past weepin' or despairin'
   From my heart no tear nor sound for I have got Past Carin'.
   
   Through death and trouble turn about through hopeless desolation,
   Through flood and fever, fire and drought and slavery and starvation,
   Through child-birth, sickness, hurt and blight, and nervousness and scarin'
   Through being left alone at night, I've come to be Past Carin’
   
   Past botherin' or carin', past weepin' or despairin'
   Through being left alone at night I've come to be Past Carin'.
   
   T'was ten years first then came the worst all for a barren clearin'
   I swear I thought my heart would burst when first my man went shearin'
   He's drovin' in the great North West, I don't know how he's farin'
   I the one that loved him best have grown to be Past Carin'.
   
   Past botherin' or carin', past weepin' or despairin'
   I the one that loved him best have grown to be Past Carin'.
   
   My eyes are dry, I cannot cry, I've got no heart for breakin'
   For where it was in days gone by a dull and empty achin'
   My last boy ran away from me I know my temper's wearin'
   But now I only wish to be beyond all signs of carin'.
   
   Past botherin' or carin', past weepin' or despairin'
   Now I only wish to be beyond all signs of carin'.
   
   Words: Henry Lawson.

Notes:

I put the tune to these words circa 1967/8. I first sang it at a folk concert in the Melbourne Town Hall. Lawson uses a different lines in each 'refrain' pair of lines, but I used one repeatedly as a first line in order to make a partial chorus which repeats the last line of each verse.

   

I also emit one verse. There have been several recordings made using the tune. Several of my tunes for Lawson verses can be found in the 'The Henry Lawson Song Book' compiled by Chris Kempster. I have presented many folk docos titled 'Henry Lawson the Songwriter Without a Guitar' and another called 'Henry & Louisa'.

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Martin and Jessica Simpson have a different tune for these lyrics - their haunting recording is on their 2009 True Dare or Promise album.

-Joe-

Subject: RE: Songs of Phyl Lobl
From: GUEST,Gerry
Date: 23 Jun 20 - 03:43 AM

Seasons of War, written & recorded by Phyl Lobl. She writes, "Written in the summer of the Vietnam War I hoped this song would not be relevant any more. I no longer have such youthful optimism. The chorus works as a round sung behind the verses." Available at https://phyllobl.net/songs/bronzewing-album/seasons-of-war/

SEASONS OF WAR
(Phyl Lobl)

Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter,
War has all the seasons.
One *and two, three and four,
Man will give the reasons.

Soldier in the Spring of war,
Knows just what he's fighting for,
Told so many times before
Fighting for his freedom.

Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter,
War has all the seasons.
One *and two, three and four,
Man will give the reasons.

Come the Summer all is growing
And the fruit of war is showing
Pain and hate he will be knowing
Fighting for his freedom.

Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter,
War has all the seasons.
One *and two, three and four,
Man will give the reasons.

When his friends begin to fall
And the bombs rain down on all
Then he hears the Autumn call
Fighting for his freedom.

Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter,
War has all the seasons.
One *and two, three and four,
Man will give the reasons.

Winter finds the glory gone.
War is grey to look upon.
Soldier wonders what he's won
Fighting for his freedom.

Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter,
War has all the seasons.
One *and two, three and four,
Man will give the reasons.

* References
I now include 'and' in this line.

Subject: RE: Songs of Phyl Lobl
From: Joe Offer
Date: 18 Jul 22 - 03:27 PM

Anybody have corrections for the lyrics to Phyl Lobl's "Wood Turner's Love Song"? It's a bit like "If I Were a Featherbed."
Fred Maslan sings it.

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THE WOODTURNERS LOVE SONG (DT Lyrics)
(Phyl Lobl)

If I had a piece of Maple, white or red or pink,
I'd turn you a set of chair legs, so you could set and think.
And when you set and think, love, I hope you'll think of me;
For I'd like to be there in you thoughts, if not in your company.

If I had a piece of Coachwood, white & fine & pure,
I'd turn you you a handle smooth & round; a handle for your door.
And when I'd come to see you, you could make that handle spin,
And open up the door , my love, and let your true love in.

If I had a piece of Silky Oak, with even-textured grain,
I'd turn you a lampstand for your light; a table tall & plain.
And when you turn your light on, I hope it'll be for me;
'Cause you're the light of my life-the only one for me.

If I had a piece of Cedar, grain well shot with red
I'd turn you a set of corner posts for a fine double bed.
A bed for you to lie on with the one that you love best-
But I hope you'll lie with me, love.and farewell all the rest.

Well, I'm a turner-that's my trade.,as you can plainly see;
But the I'd really like to do, is turn your heart to me.
Alas, at that I have no skill, I never learned the art;
And Cedar, Maple & Silky Oak, wont make a woman's heart.

@work @love
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Subject: RE: Songs of Phyl Lobl
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 18 Jul 22 - 07:45 PM

here 'tis - Bush Music Club blog - From the Archives - Phyl Lobl's Woodturners Love Song for words & dots. click on image for larger copy, I didn't have time to transcribe them when I posted it, but I'll certainly add them if you do so!