Lyr Add: Male Bonding Song

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Male Bonding Song
From: Charley Noble
Date: 03 Aug 02 - 10:19 AM

Weird! I did a thread and discussion search for...oh, who knows? Well, you can't get enough of a good song! The chord placement should be better this time around if folks copy and repaste as suggested.

Cheerily,
Charley Noble

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Male Bonding Song
From: JohnnyBGoode
Date: 03 Aug 02 - 07:56 AM

Pretty darn good. Thanks for the Lyr Add.

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Male Bonding Song
From:
Date: 03 Aug 02 - 06:24 AM

Funny, Charley.

There up above, you said "Couldn't find a trace". I see you yourself posted this same song in April of last year.

Male Bonding Song

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Male Bonding Song
From: GUEST,Boab
Date: 03 Aug 02 - 03:45 AM

Met Bill at a house "cushion" concert, and remarked on what I perceived as the great similarity beyween his compositions and the work of Eric Bogle. No surprise, it turns out----Eric and Bill are good friends, and the Eric Bogle choice of quarters when in B.C.is the Gallacher residence. Bill writes some good stuff.

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Male Bonding Song
From: Genie
Date: 02 Aug 02 - 01:44 PM

Hilarious song, Charley! Hope I get to hear some of the guys sing it one of these days. (If I knew the tune, I'd have the Ellensburg Camp Runamuck gang do it in August. Maybe one of those folks will know it.)

Genie

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Male Bonding Song
From: Charley Noble
Date: 02 Aug 02 - 12:59 PM

Nice that a true art song is appreciated!;~)

Bill Gallaher is also well known and respected for his historical ballads.

Cheerily,
Charley Noble

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Male Bonding Song
From:
Date: 02 Aug 02 - 10:57 AM

Thanks, Charley! one of our fellows, one Bill Shaw by name, sings that. It's a riot!!! Thanks again.

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Male Bonding Song
From: Mrrzy
Date: 02 Aug 02 - 10:10 AM

Hee hee! I am reminded of a conversation with 2 men, who'd gone outside to smoke cigarettes; we'd been talking about how men don't share their feelings and bond the way we always hear women do. So when they came back in, I asked if they'd "bonded" - simultaneous answers came, Yes from one, No from the other. So the one who said No turned to the one who said Yes and quipped - must have been Male Pattern Bonding!

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Male Bonding Song
From: Amos
Date: 02 Aug 02 - 10:02 AM

LOL!,Charlie!! Thanks for the grins!

A

Subject: Male Bonding Song
From: Charley Noble
Date: 02 Aug 02 - 09:53 AM

Don't seem to find any trace of this spirited song from our friends in Canada in a brief survey of the threads. It might well become a Mudcat classic at our gatherings, with an appropriate dancing troop. We heard it a few years ago at The Folk Harbour Festival in Lunenburg, Nova Scotia, a festival which is coming up soon in the second weekend of August(Copy & repaste into WORD/TIMES/12):

MALE BONDING SONG
(Words & Music by Bill Gallaher © 1995 From The Last Battle CD BGM 1002)

G-------------------------------C
When we learned, it was a shocking re-ve-lation
----D--------------------------------G
That somehow as men we simply hadn't grown;
----------------------G7--------------C
So we looked at all you women, and your pride in feminism,
-------D7-------------------------G
And we started up a movement of our own.
-----C—D-G-------C---------D
Now we are men, and proud to be men;
---G---------C-----------D
We meet every Sa-tur-day at three;
----------G---------------------G7
And we ex-plore with great per-sis-tence,
---C
Our mas-cu-line existence,
--------D----------------------------------G
Beat our drums, and run off naked through the trees.

Chorus:

G-------------------------------------C
Oh, we all go running naked through the trees,
---D-----------------------G
As naked as a jaybird, if you please,
-----------------------G7
Oh, we throw off all our wrappings,
----------C
And with private parts a-flapping,
----D-----------------------------G
We all go running naked through the trees!


Yes, every weekend we all meet deep in the forest,
Where we beat our drums and fashion spears from trees;
And with our faces painted, we all get re-acquainted
With our atavistic masculinity.
For we are men and proud to be men,
We meet every Saturday at three;
And we flaunt with great pretension
Those long penile extensions,
As we all go running naked through the trees.(CHO)

I guess we spent too long pretending we were something we were not,
While we hid our inner turmoil and our strife;
You thought we had a bed of roses though we stood with runny noses,
Pressed up hard against the window pane of life.
Now we are men and damn proud to be men,
We meet every Saturday at three;
And if you think it's just depravity,
You don't know what it's like to be,
A man gone running naked through the trees (It hurts!).(CHO)

Cheerily,
Charley Noble