Trivia with BIG prizes

Subject: Trivia with a BIG prize
From: Lord_Franklin
Date: 11 Oct 00 - 04:16 PM

Hi,

The question in this hard trivia is:

Where the hell can I find the lyris, and maybe the chords asweel, for Needle Of Death by Bert Jansch??? The winner will be rewarded with a very special and priceless gift.

May the best man win...

Morten.

Subject: RE: Trivia with BIG prizes
From: Sorcha
Date: 11 Oct 00 - 06:07 PM

I don't suppose this is it? This one says "by K. Stewart". Maybe s/he wrote it and Bert performed it?

Subject: RE: Trivia with BIG prizes
From: Llanfair
Date: 11 Oct 00 - 06:14 PM

When trouble fills your heart,
And sorrow finds a longing to be free,
When things go wrong each day,
You fix your mind to escape the misery.
Your troubled young mind has made you turn to the needle of death.
Is that the one?
Cheers, Bron.

Subject: RE: Trivia with BIG prizes
From: Noreen
Date: 11 Oct 00 - 07:04 PM

Nope, sorry. I tried all the usual places but no luck- but I tried!! (Psst! Morten! What's the prize??)

Noreen

Subject: RE: Trivia with BIG prizes
From: Lord_Franklin
Date: 11 Oct 00 - 07:45 PM

Hi,

Llanfair, that's the one...but where is the other verses?? Thanx for the help.

NB. No, Noreen, I'm not gonna tell you what it is yet.

Morten.

Subject: RE: Trivia with BIG prizes
From: Lord_Franklin
Date: 11 Oct 00 - 07:46 PM

Sorry, Bron, that is...

Subject: RE: Trivia with BIG prizes
From: Jo Taylor
Date: 12 Oct 00 - 08:15 PM

Here it is.....

THE NEEDLE OF DEATH
Bert Jansch

D..............................................G
.......When sadness fills your heart

........Bm....................................A
And sorrow hides the longing to be free,

D............................................G
.....When things go wrong each day,

......Bm.............................................A
You fix your mind to escape your misery.

........Bm............................D..................
Your troubled young life had made you turn

D............................
to a needle of death.

How strange your happy words
Have ceased to bring a smile from everyone,
How tears have filled the eyes
Of friends that you had once walked among;
Your troubled young mind had made you turn
to a needle of death.

One grain of pure white snow
Dissolved in blood spreads quickly to your brain,
In peace your mind withdraws,
Your death's so near your soul can feel no pain;
Your troubled young mind had made you turn
to a needle of death.

Your mother stands a-cryin'
While to the earth your body's slowly cast.
Your father stands in silence,
Caressin' every young dream of the past;
Your troubled young mind had made you turn
to a needle of death.

Through ages man's desire
To free his mind, to release his very soul
Has proved to all who live
That death itself is freedom for evermore;
Your troubled young mind had made you turn
to a needle of death.


Jo Taylor

Subject: RE: Trivia with BIG prizes
From: Jo Taylor
Date: 12 Oct 00 - 08:17 PM

Oops, there should be a G right at the end on "death". Typing too quickly...
Jo

Subject: RE: Trivia with BIG prizes
From: Lord_Franklin
Date: 15 Oct 00 - 04:08 PM

Thanx Jo, you're the winner... I'll send the prize to you right away...

cheers, Morten.