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Subject: songs about returning home transformed From: Larry The Radio Guy Date: 24 Nov 14 - 07:51 PM Hi everybody. I haven't been on here for awhile....but I'm continuing my radio programs via Peachcityradio.org, with weekly program called "Musical Therapy". I'm wanting to do an episode or two on the theme of Circles or Cycles........exploring the theme of leaving home and having some kind of 'adventure', learning from it, then taking this knowledge back home. I'm especially looking for some Canadian songs that do that... traditional or not, it doesn't matter.....or songs sung by Canadian artists. But non-Canadian songs are fine too. Any ideas? I know "The Circle Game" by Joni MItchell. But others? Also....other songs about other 'cycles' that we humans get into. |
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Subject: RE: songs about returning home transformed From: Bob Hitchcock Date: 24 Nov 14 - 08:20 PM For something comedic you might want to consider "That God Forsaken Hell Hole I Call Home" by the Austin Lounge Lizards. On a more serious note Gene Clark's "Full Circle" could work. Good luck. Bob Hitchcock |
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Subject: RE: songs about returning home transformed From: mg Date: 24 Nov 14 - 09:50 PM I have one about a fisher wife in newfoundland althou i am a yank.. Transformed..at a firebase canada event a survivor of hamburger hill took the words to come in stranger and applied to his story. It was one of the most profound musical experiences i have had. |
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Subject: RE: songs about returning home transformed From: GUEST,Fred McCormick Date: 25 Nov 14 - 10:32 AM Spencer The Rover The Outlandish Knight The Fair Flower of Northumberland Wallaby Stew; an allegedly Australian song which A L Lloyd probably cobbled together about a convict who gets thrown in gaol and, when he's released, finds the only food his wife can afford to make is wallaby stew (which is allegedly cheap but awful), so he turns round and goes back to gaol Tam Linn Any number of broken token songs, plus there's loads more I can't think of at the moment. |
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Subject: RE: songs about returning home transformed From: Jack Campin Date: 25 Nov 14 - 10:38 AM The Wife of Usher's Well - you can't get more transformed than being dead. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: HOMETOWN BLUES (Steve Earle) From: Scabby Douglas Date: 25 Nov 14 - 10:42 AM Hometown Blues - Steve Earle
I wish I'd never come back home |
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Subject: Lyr Add: THAT BEAUTY SPOT GLENLEA From: GUEST,Fred McCormick Date: 25 Nov 14 - 10:53 AM THAT BEAUTY SPOT GLENLEA. An Irish song about a traveller who roams all over the world, and has numerous adventures which include narrowly escaping death in the San Francisco earthquake. Here's the words. Come all you fellow travelling men of every rank and station And hear this short oration which as yet remains untold You might have been an Austrian, a German or a Bulgarian But sit ye sios-in-aice-liom, and the truth I will unfold You'll hear of great disunity unveiled to the community So take this opportunity of listening to me You'll hear of foreign nations and of youthful expectations And of a few relations in that beauty spot Glenlea I went to see the world's rage, being only sixteen years of age A steerage passage I engaged on a ship called the Iron Duke I went on board at Dublin's wall, being southward bound for the Transvaal I had a friend from Annascaul, and one from Donnybrook Our noble ship had scarcely steamed when in my mind sad memories gleamed I thought of my dear neighbours and their loving company I though about my brothers and our love for one another And of my grey haired mother there at home in Sweet Glenlea We landed safe but suddenly in that British spot Cape Colony In search of manual labour I travelled near and far I crossed the Orange River, among Hottentots and Kaffirs And I was made Grand Master on the Isle of Zanzibar A Dutchman high who admired me ways took me to see the Himalays And Boys o Boys was I amazed, their awful heights to see We wandered on through Hindustan, along the River Ganges And though it was a grand place, still the fairest was Glenlea This Dutchman suffered health's decline, he heard of cures in Palestine Persuaded me with him combine and along with him to go We landed safe at Jaffa and we journeyed to Jerusalem Thee ancient city of Hebron and the ruins of Jericho The surrounding mountains highest peaks, just like McGillicuddy's Reeks And from their summit you could see the Lake of Gallilee Likewise the River Jordan and the province of Samaria But though it sounds contrary - the fairest was Glenlea These doleful times soon drifted by till this faithful Dutchman friend and I Were for I stood forlorn upon the quay as the ship that bore him sailed away His memory in my mind will stay till life's long days are o'er Still Providence had willed its way and therefore conscience must obey I went on board and sailed away when my friend did me forsake But often meditation made me turn for recreation And go home in contemplation to that beauty spot Glenlea In Palestine I made some coin, I heard of San Francisco's mine For to invest me capital I thought a good idee I landed safe in Frisco when the trees were blooming beautiful It was on that same evening that there was a great earthquake I was in my bed and sleeping sound, I woke to find things moving round But after that I heard no sound, no pain affected me And on the following morning when IÕd recovered consciousness I wrote of all the consequence to my home in sweet Glenlea I told them in the letter how I lost the situation It was my earthly station and I wanted to go home And I hoped their generosity would aid my transportation And I went o I got the cash to pay my way without disaster or delay And landed safe at Queenstown Quay, on board the Chimpanzee And after an excursion of some five long hours duration I reached the little station on the road to sweet Glenlea As we approached the terminus I viewed with consternation The awful congregation there assembled in the rain And I hoped some other personage of worldly estimation To heed their expectation was coming on by train As I scanned each individual's face, friends and neighbours, old time mates Assembled in their hundreds with a welcome home for me Oh they shouted with elation and they shook with great vibration The surrounding elevation on the road to sweet Glenlea And now I live contentedly among these friends and neighbours Endowed with all the favours of good fortune and delight And I've found among the multitude a charming little creature She's full of admiration, she's my lovely Irish wife And when we meet at Sunday's noon, at that cozy spot called top-of-Coom Where songs and stories Among that grand old company of lovely friends and neighbours We're never tired of praising that beauty spot Glenlea. Sorry about any bits that are missing. |
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Subject: RE: songs about returning home transformed From: Larry The Radio Guy Date: 25 Nov 14 - 12:12 PM A couple great ones......thanks especially Fred and Scabby for posting lyrics. I'll listen to some of the others. That Beauty Spot Glenlea --- fits perfectly. Seems to be the clearest one on that theme "leaving home and having some kind of 'adventure', learning from it, then taking this knowledge back home". Re "Wife of Usher's Well" -Don't know if being 'dead' fits as a transformation we learn from, |
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Subject: RE: songs about returning home transformed From: Joe Offer Date: 25 Nov 14 - 12:38 PM Here's a link to the thread on Beauty Spot Glanlea/Glenlea/Glenlee |
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Subject: RE: songs about returning home transformed From: GUEST,mg Date: 25 Nov 14 - 12:54 PM How about Mary of the Wild Moor? Wild Rover Boston Burglar |
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Subject: Lyr Add: THE MULLINGAR RECRUIT From: Jim Carroll Date: 25 Nov 14 - 01:02 PM Does this fit the bill? Jim Carroll THE MULLINGAR RECRUIT. It was on one sultry summers day when, tired of working at the hay I lay and watched a regiment marching by to foreign wars. I don't know how it came about, I must have slept, without a doubt, For I dreamt I took that shilling that day in Mullingar. Oh sergeant A gradh Mo Choidhe, will you swap back again with me, For my old coat and overcoat were warmer by far, And besides, my heart will surely break if friends and neigbours I forsake, And wear the highland petticoat going down to Mullingar. But the sergeant he spoke sharp to me, you might as well contented be, You went and took the shilling down in Mary Ann Egan's Bar, And as for those you leave behind, you might as well make up your mind;, You've gone and put your foot in it this day in Mullingar. 'Twas then I went with grief and pain, but all my protests were in vain: We marched through Monesterevin with a general in a car. And when we came to Wexford Town, straight to the transport we sailed down, And sailed away to India, farewell to Mullingar. The heat was heavy overhead, we fought till nearly all were dead, From Sutelaig to Khyber, till we came to Kandahar, And those Indians were a terrible lot, they gave it to us hard and hot, I lost two legs by cannon shot and I sighed for Mullingar. It was on the bloody ground I lay, in deep despair, I could not pray I cursed the day I 'listed and my joy in life did mar, When someone near me gave a shout, I woke right up and looked about, Thank god I was only dreaming, I was back in Mullingar. I gazed around me with delight, I felt my own two legs, all right, I kissed the ground I lay upon and I thanked my lucky stars, I swore no soldiering I'd try unless for Ireland's cause to die, King George may stuff his shilling up, I'm content in Mullingar |
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Subject: Lyr Add: BARRETT'S PRIVATEERS From: Bettynh Date: 25 Nov 14 - 01:22 PM BARRETT'S PRIVATEERS, of course: Oh, the year was 1778, HOW I WISH I WAS IN SHERBROOKE NOW! A letter of marque came from the king, To the scummiest vessel I'd ever seen, God damn them all! I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold We'd fire no guns-shed no tears Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier The last of Barrett's Privateers. Oh, Elcid Barrett cried the town, HOW I WISH I WAS IN SHERBROOKE NOW! For twenty brave men all fishermen who would make for him the Antelope's crew God damn them all! I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold We'd fire no guns-shed no tears Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier The last of Barrett's Privateers. The Antelope sloop was a sickening sight,HOW I WISH I WAS IN SHERBROOKE NOW! She'd a list to the port and her sails in rags And the cook in scuppers with the staggers and the jags God damn them all! I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold We'd fire no guns-shed no tears Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier The last of Barrett's Privateers. On the King's birthday we put to sea, HOW I WISH I WAS IN SHERBROOKE NOW! We were 91 days to Montego Bay Pumping like madmen all the way God damn them all! I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold We'd fire no guns-shed no tears Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier The last of Barrett's Privateers. On the 96th day we sailed again, HOW I WISH I WAS IN SHERBROOKE NOW! When a bloody great Yankee hove in sight With our cracked four pounders we made to fight God damn them all! I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold We'd fire no guns-shed no tears Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier The last of Barrett's Privateers. The Yankee lay low down with gold, HOW I WISH I WAS IN SHERBROOKE NOW! She was broad and fat and loose in the stays But to catch her took the Antelope two whole days God damn them all! I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold We'd fire no guns-shed no tears Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier The last of Barrett's Privateers. Then at length we stood two cables away, HOW I WISH I WAS IN SHERBROOKE NOW! Our cracked four pounders made an awful din But with one fat ball the Yank stove us in God damn them all! I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold We'd fire no guns-shed no tears Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier The last of Barrett's Privateers. The Antelope shook and pitched on her side, HOW I WISH I WAS IN SHERBROOKE NOW! Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs And the Maintruck carried off both me legs God damn them all! I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold We'd fire no guns-shed no tears Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier The last of Barrett's Privateers. So here I lay in my 23rd year, HOW I WISH I WAS IN SHERBROOKE NOW! It's been 6 years since we sailed away And I just made Halifax yesterday God damn them all! I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold We'd fire no guns-shed no tears Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier The last of Barrett's Privateers. (At the age of 8 my kid learned and loved this song, primarily because he was allowed to cuss in it. It's still the only song he sings and knows the words to.) |
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Subject: RE: songs about returning home transformed From: GUEST,mg Date: 25 Nov 14 - 01:25 PM Johnnie I hardly knew you Dear old Donegal I'[ll take you home again Kathleen??? Is this a song? Home is the hunter home from the hills and the sailor is home from the sea or is it home is the sailor home from the sea and the hunter is home from the hills Down on the Mira |
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Subject: Lyr Add: JOHNNY DOYLE From: Jim Carroll Date: 25 Nov 14 - 01:27 PM Or this Jim Carroll JOHNNY DOYLE
You sons of Dan O'Connell's guard, give ear unto my doleful ditty |
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Subject: RE: songs about returning home transformed From: McGrath of Harlow Date: 25 Nov 14 - 01:36 PM Spencer the Rover, of course. |
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Subject: RE: songs about returning home transformed From: Larry The Radio Guy Date: 25 Nov 14 - 08:25 PM Thanks folks for some great ideas. I'll probably use I"ll Take You Home Again Kathleen, Barrett's Privateers (and maybe the Mary Ellen Carter or some other Stan Rogers songs), The Mullingar Recruit (thanks for the link, Joe), and definitely Johnny Doyle....that one sounds perfect. Thanks Jim Carroll. And Full Circle fits, and possibly that Steve Earle song---Hometown Blues. And Wild Rover for sure. I already used Lady Isabel and THe Elf Knight (is THe OUtlandish Knight a variant of that?) for another program. and I'll listen to the Godforsaken Hell Hole I call home, The Fair Flower of Northumberland, Wallaby Stew, and Tam Linn, Spencer the Rover, Mary of the Wild Moor, and Boston Burgler, and Dear Old Donegal. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: I'VE BEEN A WILD BOY From: GUEST,Fred McCormick Date: 26 Nov 14 - 06:07 AM McGrath. I've already mentioned Spencer the Rover. Please pay attention. Strangely enough nobody has yet mentioned that gran old Australian song, I'VE BEEN A WILD BOY. Oh, my father he died and he left me his estate, I married a lady whose fortune was great, And through keeping bad company, I've spent all my store, I have been a wild boy but I'll be so no more. Oh, there was Bill, Tom and Harry, and Betsy and Sue, And two or three others belonged to our crew. We sat up till midnight and made the town roar, Oh, I've been a wild boy but I'll be so no more. I was always too fond of treating ladies to wine, Till my pockets grew empty, too soon I would find; Twenty pounds in one night, oh, I've spent them and more, Oh, I've been a wild boy but I'll be so no more. Oh, it's first down to Newgate, a prisoner I stand, I had on cold irons, I had to lament, And I had to find comfort as I lay on the floor, Oh, I've been a wild boy but I'll be so no more. Oh, the next, down to Newgate a prisoner I stand, And what I have longed for, is now out of hand, And if ever I gain my liberty, as I've had before, I will be a good boy as I have been before. Oh, bad luck to all married men who visit strange doors, I have done so myself, but I'll do so no more, I'll go home to my family, I'll go home to my wife, And I'll be a good boy all the rest of my life. From the singing of Sally Sloane, the greatest Australian traditional singer I ever heard. Before anybody sends my blood pressure crashing through the roof, it has absolutely no connection with The Wild Rover. (I mention this fact purely because every time IBAWB comes up in discussion, somebody always says "it's got no connection with the Wild Rover".) I for one would have thought that was blindingly obvious. |
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Subject: RE: songs about returning home transformed From: Jim Carroll Date: 26 Nov 14 - 06:18 AM Hind Horn echoes the Ulysses myth of the husband/lover returning home to find that his lover/wife is about to wed another. Jim Carroll |
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Subject: RE: songs about returning home transformed From: GUEST,Joseph Scott Date: 26 Nov 14 - 12:29 PM "Prodigal Son" Rev. Robert Wilkins |
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Subject: RE: songs about returning home transformed From: GUEST Date: 26 Nov 14 - 05:52 PM "Prodigal Son" by Rudyard Kipling, set to a rollicking tune by Leslie Fish (but do not imitate her in mispronouncing "catechise" or -- far worse -- spoiling a fine comic line by changing "go out" to "stand up"). |
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Subject: RE: songs about returning home transformed From: GUEST,Joe_F away from home Date: 26 Nov 14 - 05:55 PM The above GUEST was me, Joe_F away from home. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: THE CHANGELINGS (Rudyard Kipling) From: GUEST,mg Date: 26 Nov 14 - 06:06 PM Rudyard Kipling THE CHANGELINGS R.N.V.R, "Sea Constables" From "Debits and Credits" (1919-1926) Or ever the battered liners sank With their passengers to the dark, I was head of a Walworth Bank, And you were a grocer's clerk. I was a dealer in stocks and shares, And you in butters and teas; And we both abandoned our own affairs And took to the dreadful seas. Wet and worry about our ways-- Panic, onset and flight-- Had us in charge for a thousand days And thousand-year-long night. We saw more than the nights could hide-- More than the waves could keep-- And--certain faces over the side Which do not go from our sleep. We were more tired than words can tell While the pied craft fled by, And the swinging mounds of the Western swell Hoisted us Heavens-high... Now there is nothing -- not even our rank-- To witness what we have been; And I am returned to my Walworth Bank, And you to your margarine! |
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Subject: RE: songs about returning home transformed From: Larry The Radio Guy Date: 26 Nov 14 - 06:41 PM That last one by Kipling........it's kind of the opposite of a transformation, isn't it? |
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Subject: RE: songs about returning home transformed From: mg Date: 26 Nov 14 - 09:52 PM I would call it a profound transformation..... |
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Subject: RE: songs about returning home transformed From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 26 Nov 14 - 11:49 PM From: GUEST,Fred McCormick - PM Date: 25 Nov 14 - 10:32 AM Wallaby Stew; an allegedly Australian song which A L Lloyd probably cobbled together about a convict who gets thrown in gaol and, when he's released, finds the only food his wife can afford to make is wallaby stew (which is allegedly cheap but awful), so he turns round and goes back to gaol -------------- Fred - Wallaby Stew is definitely an Australian song - Wallaby Stew by Cecil Poole, published in The Bulletin 1897 & these are the words we sing. The reason Dad goes back to jail is the family situation - his wife is expecting the baby of the 'shearer cove', his daughter expecting the baby of a bloke who hasn't 'acted square', & son?/narrator has sold the buggy & maybe the farm! expanded version of 1897 poem from 1933 I'd forgotten this longer version existed. Mark Gregory has been exploring digitised Australian newspapers & finding original/earlier versions of songs & poems & located this Feb 2014. sandra |
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Subject: RE: songs about returning home transformed From: Larry The Radio Guy Date: 01 Apr 15 - 02:45 PM Well it took awhile, but I finally got around to compiling all the songs----many of which were suggested by Mudcatters----and recording three programs called :Circle of Life: Returning Home Transformed. Here's a link to the first one. Thank you Mudcatters for your assistance. Hope some of you are able to listen to it, and throw in some feedback. I also have a facebook page: Musical Therapy on Peach City Radio, and I invite 'likes' and comments (favourable and unfavourable). Part 1 of Circle of Life:Returning Home Transformed Episode 42 The Circle of Life: Returning Home Transformed - Part 1 Posted: April 1, 2015 - 59 minutes - 56.9Mb A common theme in our 'stories' is the person who goes out into the world and somehow comes back to where he or she started---but is now somehow transformed. Lots of songs reflect that theme...some popular, traditional, country, and even opera. And even a very obscure Beatles song. You'll hear it all on this episode! |
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Subject: RE: songs about returning home transformed From: GUEST,DaveRo Date: 01 Apr 15 - 03:03 PM The link should be: http://www.peachcityradio.org/programs/variety/musicaltherapy.php |
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Subject: RE: songs about returning home transformed From: Larry The Radio Guy Date: 01 Apr 15 - 03:41 PM Thank, Dave, for correcting my link. |
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Subject: RE: songs about returning home transformed From: Larry The Radio Guy Date: 16 Apr 15 - 01:34 AM Didn't get much response from the last posting---when I posted Part 1. But now Circle of LIfe: Returning Home Transformed Part 2 is on the podcast, with lots of traditional music, much of it suggested by mudcatters. Songs like Prodigal Son, Barrett's Privateers, The Mullingar Recruit, The Traveller All Over The World (aka The Beauty Spot Glenlea, Steve Earle, Ed Peekekoot, Medicine Wheel by Kate Wolfe, Carter Family, Tommy Makem (Mrs. McGrath), Spinningt Wheel, Jacques Brel's "Carousel", Old Brown Earth (PEte Seeger), and even Manual De Falla's "Ritual Fire Dance" (you may ask, what does that have to do with 'returning home transformed'....well, listen and find out). Peach City Radio, recent programs |
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Subject: RE: songs about returning home transformed From: Larry The Radio Guy Date: 16 Apr 15 - 01:35 AM Error----I was referring to Part 3 of The Series. Most Mudcatters probably wouldn't like Part 2. Lots of modern pop and rock music. |
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