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Lyr Req: Talking Folk Club Blues (Fred Wedlock) Related threads: Lyr Req: Fred Wedlock's ' The Vet' (1) Lyr ADD: The old woman / Widow and the Fairy (6) Lyr Req: British Bobby (Fred Wedlock) (16) Lyr Req: Just Kidding (Wootton, Wedlock) (20) Obit: Fred Wedlock--Oldest Swinger in Town-2010 (60) |
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Subject: Lyr Req: Talking Folk Club Blues - Fred Wedlock From: Brian May Date: 02 Jul 10 - 08:01 PM Since we sadly lost Fred this year, I'd like to do his Talking Folk Club Blues as I played with him once in 1972 ish and I remember him doing it. Of course I'm able to keep stopping the 'tape' and copying (reminds of when I was a lad). BUT . . . if someone has already done that . . . Ta, Brian |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Talking Folk Club Blues - Fred Wedloc From: Charley Noble Date: 02 Jul 10 - 09:11 PM Brian- You may just have to do the work of transcribing yourself. I'd certainly like to view the results. Charley Noble |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Talking Folk Club Blues - Fred Wedlock From: Arthur_itus Date: 03 Jul 10 - 03:27 PM I think you should do this one Brian http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jWshOTA44gE&feature=related |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Talking Folk Club Blues - Fred Wedlock From: Brian May Date: 04 Jul 10 - 10:01 AM Thanks Arthur . . . whilst I lived in the West Country, everyone there knew the places they were talking about. Not sure it'd be so funny done in Yorkshire/Lincolnshire. I used to go with the family to Avebury which is next to Silbury Hill and up to the West Kennet Longbarrow where the view of Silbury is unimpeded. Lovely place. I've finally written all two and half pages of the song I wanted . . . Take care, Brian |
Subject: Lyr Add: TALKING FOLK CLUB BLUES (Fred Wedlock) From: Brian May Date: 04 Jul 10 - 10:44 AM Well, 'yer 'tis - bear in mind it was written/adapted in the very late 60s or early 70s and is quite regional - Fred used to sing in a West Country/Bristolian accent which got worse or better depending on what he was singing! I was driving down the old M4 Doing a ton or maybe more Come to a sign said Bristol town Thought I'd better slow it down I was aquaplaning, developing transverse thrust in my epicyclic overdrive, torque condensor units, An' me 'orse was knackered Well I stopped outside the nearest pub Sign outside said folking club There was a load of scruffbums round the door Like a fashion parade for a surplus store Big notice outside said 'Special tonight Zelda will perform the dance of the 7 Army blankets' Special Cabaret, Lady Mimi and her performing dogs And her bucket of water. Well it was so dim and smokey there I went a purler down the stairs Bloke said 'Miss a step then son?' 'No, I said, I hit every bloody one' I went to the room at the top of the stairs There was lots of spaced out cats in there They was laying it down and freakin it out I said to one, 'Man, what's this all about?' He said 'We'm protestin' baby Kill the warmongers! Smash violence! Meet you Saturday man, we'n havin a Peace Riot!' Yeah, wow. Then a bloke called Stephan Dylavonborne Played a epic about the 'ang ups he'd known 'E played 'is guitar in a very strange way Every string was tuned to A . . . nearly When 'e'd finished, there was thunderous applause I thought, blimey, that's rare! I looked round, everyone was slapping their faces to stay awake His guitar was Japanese I'd wager With overdrive in E flat major Fuel injected racing pegs And an 'ole for slicing hard boiled eggs Nice to see a guitar with a really natural finish I mean I'd expect the knot 'oles were useful for all sorts of things The maker was very proud of 'is 'andiwork 'Cos he'd stencilled his name all the way across the front I'd never seen a Jaffa before . . . Well up come the next bloke lurching a bit With a funny little badge like a psychedelic tit He said 'I sing my songs quite free of restrictions Like lyrics, time and key . . . an' interest He said 'I learnt all my songs from me old dad An' my dad, he taught me one thing He said, lad he said, always know when you've had enough to drink I do, . . . I spew all over the microphone Well at the fortieth verse, I looked about It was so crowded, I couldn't get out Bloke behind give a plaintive moan He said 'I died just now, but I can't fall down' Oh dammit. Well back at the bar, there was plenty of action From the public speaking and rhythm section The in-scene crowd was cutting loose With a mass unaccompanied talking blues There was the barman doing his bit for culture Should have heard how he accompanied 'Highland Fairy Lullaby' On Smoky Bacon maracas and an E flat cash register Then I seen this groupie standin' there All bosom, bum and long blonde hair In a backless, topless boiler suit And high heeled, hobnailed army boots I said, 'What you drinkin' kiddo?' She said 'Sommat, long and cool man' I said 'Beer or Scrumpy?' She said, 'Cider, cider, the distillation of the forbidden fruit of Paradise Full of the true, the blushfull hippocrene, with beaded bubble winking at the brim and purple stained mouth. Cider, loosens my libido, transports me into realms of ethereal delights and blows my cosmic mind - Yeah, wow, too much I said, 'Bloody hell,' said, 'How do you rate beer then?' She said, 'Ah beer's a drag man, makes me fart'. 'Now' said the bloke, 'our star's tonight Steelportcampbellpigsonwhite Up they ponced all silk and lace An' sequins flashing all over the place An' the girls looked quite nice as well I looked at the bloke and thought, 'That's it baby, that's IT Get yerself a Tom Jones shirt like that Pair of falsetto trousers an' you're in man, y'er in'. So I thought I'd join this folksy clique Got some gear at Butch Boutique Asked for a T shirt off the peg An' the fella measured me inside leg . . . nice fella Rather keen I thought, name of Julian I thought he was a bit funny 'til I met his brother Mary I bought a record called 'Learn 'e self Folk' By some smooth talking character called Fried Wetleg or sommat Cut out all the rude words and worked hard on the quarter that was left Played it to an agent, he got me a booking . . . Salisbury . . . Rhodesia Touring, with the Black and White Minstrel Show This folk music might be rubbish . . . but by jingo . . . it's BRITISH rubbish! |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Talking Folk Club Blues (Fred Wedlock) From: GUEST Date: 30 Aug 15 - 03:39 AM Thanks Brian. Love the songs and used to use them to make up for my inability to remember jokes. Cheers Jon |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Talking Folk Club Blues (Fred Wedlock) From: Dave the Gnome Date: 30 Aug 15 - 05:01 AM Good one, Brian. Where ever you are in the country you can us M(something)4 and the name of the town where you are performing. My mate uses the line 'and me horn hadn't worked in weeks' which seems to get a laugh, instead of 'me 'orse was knackered'. I think Fred may have used it once or twice as well. |
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