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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Songs starting with 'My name is ...' From: GUEST,Little Robyn Date: 13 Feb 26 - 02:07 PM I don't think that link is working. Here's the song: (1st line missing) I spend me mornings sleeping and the night-time on me feet. Each afternoon I look for work, I will not stoop to theft, But pride don't keep me warm enough, and pride's all I got left. I spent me time at tailoring until me eyes went bad And I felt that we could make it on the savings that we had But me husband died ten years ago, still I could pay the rent, But the landlord kept on raising it until it all was spent. So I ended in a shelter with the other homeless ones: The sick ones and the dying, someone's daughters, someone's sons, The violent and the crazy whether white or brown or black 'Twas the nearest thing to hell on earth and I'm never going back. I keep this bag beneath me coat to hide me one good dress, And I put it on to look for work - me other stuff's a mess, And I wash in public washrooms, let the others stare and blink: It's hard enough to look for work and harder when you stink. Now the churches in this city that the rich folk all attend, They call me there on Sunday and they tell me God's me friend, They give me soup on Saturday and give me things for free, They give me soup on Saturday and call it charity. So listen to me, people, before you walk away Pretending you don't see me, listen hard to what I say: This world is not so small a place as once it used to be And whatever we create here touches you as well as me. Yes, whatever we create here touches you as well as me. Theresa couldn't remember the name but said it was something like Annie Parker or Walker or something similar. Probably not Annie Walker because she was living at the Rovers Return at the time! Robyn |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Songs starting with 'My name is ...' From: GUEST,Jon Bartlet Date: 14 Feb 26 - 01:39 AM My name is Arthur Hollandin (The Flying Cloud) Jon Bartlett |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Songs starting with 'My name is ...' From: GUEST,Bill F Date: 15 Feb 26 - 09:33 AM My name is Private Joe Carpenter ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sm6Gj1abcoE |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Songs starting with 'My name is ...' From: GUEST,mg Date: 16 Feb 26 - 05:37 PM in song Lissie Linzie is it Lord Ronald MacDonald or Lord Ranald MacDonald? |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Songs starting with 'My name is ...' From: clueless don Date: 18 Feb 26 - 06:52 AM I'm reasonably sure that there is a song that begins "My name is Napoleon Bonaparte ...". |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Songs starting with 'My name is ...' From: MaJoC the Filk Date: 18 Feb 26 - 01:23 PM As remembered in another thread:
.... which I'm reasonably sure was retrofitted to ISIRTA's existing theme tune when Bill Oddie joined the cast. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Songs starting with 'My name is ...' From: GUEST,Phil d'Conch Date: 20 Feb 26 - 03:53 PM Lyr Req: My Name Is John Johanna (Kelly Harrell) (aka: The State of Arkansas.) |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Songs starting with 'My name is ...' From: Pappy Fiddle Date: 23 Feb 26 - 10:58 AM My very close friend, Woody Brison, is working on a song with this same starting idea. Peekin' over his shoulder, Well my name is not important I come from that steel makin' town Yes'm and you see, it's mainly 'cause of me They make the finest steel around A steel mill ain't for sissies This one's killed a hundred and five Five men died of sheer exhaustion And a hundred got burned alive Well, I haven't exactly lived well Life hasn't zackly been kind And when I see, the boss's limosine (I tend to) say some words that come to mind It's a great big operation The bosses can act pretty smug The heat and the danger and the killer workload Will crush a man just like a bug The bosses makin' all the money The workers doin' all the work They won't lift a finger to help a poor man up his cries for help go unheard I finished my work one mornin' And made way on home And I found my place was empty My wife had left me all alone If you're thinkin of hirin on the steel mill There's somethin you otta know the crushin workload and danger's killin workers whether it be fast or slow Working that steel mill all night long Yes I prefer that graveyard shift It's closest in the world to where I'm goin' If. you. get. my drift Woody sez if any of you want to put a tune to this and perform it in a gig, have at it |
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