Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: GerryM Date: 20 Oct 21 - 07:03 AM Chopsticks Peter Combe [This isn't "Chopsticks", it's *about* "Chopsticks". Where it says "Bridge", play a little bit of actual "Chopsticks".] I play the violin every morning and every evening of every day, Suzuki, Bach, Vivaldi, Schuman, but really all that I want is to play (Bridge) I play the grand piano, practice my chords and scales and arpeggios. So boring, and it drives my family up the wall. Dad says, why don't you play (Bridge) I play the flute, the silver flute, but it doesn't sound much like James Galway. I wonder if, when he was ten, whether sometimes he was allowed to play (Bridge) I'd really love to sing a classical song or two at the Opera House And sound like Pavarotti, la la la la la la, la la la la la (Bridge) x 2 Repeat 1st stanza, repeat 4th stanza, bridge. Recording here. |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Stewie Date: 19 Oct 21 - 11:06 PM CROCODILE RIVER (Stephen Pigram) Ah the Sunday smell of pizza at the Five Rivers Club tonight Is shattered by a disco of red and blue lights Hear the sirens wailing, the cops hot on the tail of a Busted Hilux doin’ fifty, tryin’ to get away and It’s six miles to the old town and a whole six back again Maybe he’ll run ‘em outta fuel before they run ‘im into jail And all the town is watching, it’s on for young ’n old Dis mellow drama in Five Rivers, the car chase in slo mo He’s up a crocodile river on a moonless night Tryin’ to shine a light on those red beady eyes In a dinghy with no paddle on a turning tide At the mercy of a salty, ah such is life Well we used to spray weed for the APB Now secret agent orange is investigating me In a rainbow river take a bogey every night And bring home more than the pay to the darlin’ wife Up that crocodile river on a moonless night Tryin’ to shine a light on those red beady eyes In a dinghy with no paddle on a turning tide At the mercy of a salty, ah such is life Well Ned and Ben were talkin’ tough on who would right the wrongs Who would stand and fight and who was gonna run Are you gonna hold the candle or you gonna hold the gun? When there ain’t no use in waking if your dreaming’s done They’re up a crocodile river on a moonless night Tryin’ to shine a light on those red beady eyes In a dinghy got no paddle on a turning tide At the mercy of a salty, ah such is life From his 'Wanderer' album. Lyrics as printed in album booklet. Youtube clip --Stewie. |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 15 Oct 21 - 06:51 AM Life does get in the way. So much to do, & only one lifetime - Several months back I wrote a list of Stuff To Do on yellow sheet of paper - in black marker pen - so I wouldn't lose it in all the white paper - a few things got crossed off (pats self on back!) list got lost (oops) so I wrote another on green paper - crossed off one or 2 ... green list got lost ... yellow list has risen to the top , & I can see green list on my desk, hmmm might need to look at them & consolidate on the piece of blue paper that has also surfaced. maybe sandra Reminder to our fans - if you want copies of the spreadsheets giving access to the collection, one for Aug-Dec 20, the other for 21 to date, please PM me. If you aren't a member, email joe@mudcat.org - subject OZ/NZ songbook & he can pass on your details. (thanks, Joe!) |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: rich-joy Date: 15 Oct 21 - 03:08 AM Glad you think so, Joe!! (we try :) I think both Stewie and I are still flat out with other Life stuff, but fully intend getting back to the Oz-Kiwi material (there's A LOT still to go, after all - LoL!) Meanwhile, at least Sandra is doing a valiant job holding the fort on her lonesome. I keep hoping to see some other names posting, but ..... sigh ..... Cheers, R-J (who has joined The Seniors brigade now - double "sigh" ...... :) |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Joe Offer Date: 14 Oct 21 - 08:47 PM Ahhhh. The click that refreshes. Somebody was looking for this thread, which is one of the most interesting threads we've had in years. |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 10 Oct 21 - 08:58 AM THE DEATH OF LES DARCY - collected from Joseph C. Caines of Nyngan by historian Marion Dormer of Collie. Sung to the tune of Back home on Tennessee which was first published in 1915. Here's the crackly 1915 gramophone record sung by Collins & Harlen with music written by Walter Donaldson & lyrics by William Jerome Words from an article by John Meredith, published in Strinybark & Greenhide 2(4), p.4 1980s Have you heard it? Have you heard it? Les Darcy's dead they say. He died on the 24th of May. Broken hearted When he parted From this sunny shore Dad and Mother, Sis & Brother Saw his face no more. In Maitland Cemetery, There lies poor Les Darcy, His mother's only boy, His sister's pride and joy. How I longed for the night To see Les Darcy fight - How he beats them Almost eats them, Every Saturday night. The critics by the score, They say they never saw A boy like Les before Upon the Stadium floor. Some says that he's a skiter But he proved himself a fighter; But they gave him dope And he gave them hope And he died in the U.S.A. as I found several songs with similar names, I asked Ralph Pride if the 1915 music fitted. Ralph is responsible for the song & tune books put out by BMC's Concert Party over the decades, and has scanned old BMC archival material and converted recorded material to modern formats. It fits if you’re good at jigsaw puzzles. It’s a nice old fashioned raggy tune. I could write it out if you think it’s worth a couple of hours effort. I’ve filed it all away in my steadily evolving song collection. Cheers, Ralph |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 28 Sep 21 - 10:14 AM JUST A LITTLE LEFT by Daniel Kelly 2020 video Just [G] because your gonna vote for Bernie [D] Sanders Doesn’t [C] mean that you’re a fan of Mao [G] Zedong, And [G] believing in fair and living [C] wages, Doesn’t [D] mean you think that enterprise is [G] wrong. [A C] little to the left, just a [Bm] little to the [C] left, You [G] only have to move a [D] little to the left, The world can be [C] kind and fair, [Bm] With just a little [C] care, All you [C] have to do is [D] move a little [G] left, Jeff Bezos doesn’t need 100 billion, He could probably get by with one or two, When there are people working who cannot break even, It seems pretty clear what we should do. You don’t have to cast your lot with Che Guevara, Don’t have to tear the whole damn system down, Trump will tell you that the democrats are commies, But that’s clearly just the ravings of a clown. You’re not a traitor if you care about the forest, Or want to keep the skies and rivers clean, We can have industry as well as social conscience, Just ask IKEA they will tell you what I mean, |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 28 Sep 21 - 10:11 AM CRUSH THE UNION words © Daniel Kelly video In [G] January of [D] two thousand [G] eighteen Transport [C] workers [D] conditions were [G] obscene [C] Salaries replaced by [D] contract [Bm] Overtime out of [Em] control, And [C] ten years without real increase in [D] pay [C] Crush the Union, [G] Crush the Union [G] You don’t have the right to [D] strike, We’ll pay you [G] what we damn well [D] like, Make [C] worker’s rights a relic of the [D] past, [C] Crush the Union, [G] Crush the Union, [G] Capital has [D] won the war at [G] last. The Union made the call to strike, 24 hours of no work was sure to bite, Sydney Trains force back To sit at the table, To negotiate a fair and living wage, Andrew Constance was ready for a fight, Taking from the union what should be their right, To the commission he did go, Lawyers in a row, Fair Work such an ironic name, Brisbane 1912 they wore a badge with pride, Union members should never have to hide, 10,000 in King George Square, Union power in the air, They fought with courage for their right. Up the Union, Up the Union, We will keep our right to strike, A fair wage is our right, Worker’s together to the last, Up the Union, Up the Union, Solidarity our message from the past, |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 28 Sep 21 - 10:08 AM CLIMATE CHANGERS words © Daniel Kelly video [G] Well you may not believe in [C] climate [G] change, But you [C] surely [G] concede that the [Am] weather’s been [D] strange. The [G] Snow in the Spring as the [C] fires they [G] burn, [C] Hailstones [G] fall and the [D] hurricanes [G] turn. [C] Do something, do something [G] now, I don’t [Am] really care [G] what, And I [C] can’t tell you [D] how, The [G] planet she [C] needs us to, [C] Turn things [G] around, Or [C] humanities [G] future, will be [D] dust in the [G] ground It don’t really count if you share Greta’s tweets, Or like it when movie stars change what they eat, It has to be action, that real and concrete, The kinds that others, will see in the street Recycle your garbage, and plant out a tree, If you’re really excited, you might just plant three Ride your cycle to work, if it isn’t too far, To offset the pollution you made in your car. But don’t get too cocky about things that you’ve done, Remember that life, is supposed to be fun, If you use your actions to judge and to shame, The others you hurt, will not join in our game. I don’t really think that our house is on fire, Or that all politicians should be sent to the pyre, We are all to blame, for our ignorant greed, Instead of caring together, for our mother in need. |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 18 Sep 21 - 11:48 PM I've just been listening to The People Have Songs, Miguel Heatwole's celebration of singing sessions, double CD issued in 2001, & love this song sung by Frank Moore. Daintry Frank – a mate of Simon’s from up north – was one of those discoveries that make folk festivals so worthwhile. I’ve not seen any of the films he’s in but oh, what a voice! If you want to hear Daintree Frank's version (I also love that voice!) the CD is available from Miguel tracks are also available on bandcamp METHO MAN by Graeme Connors video - Graeme Connors singing Metho Man On the edge of the mangrove, down by Casey’s hole There lives the Metho Man Beneath rusting wrought iron, a fire’s burning low There lives the Metho Man CHORUS Come my beauty and dance They’re playing the Varsovienna Come my beauty and drink Drink to the memory of a younger man’s dreams Late at night you can hear them float by on the wind The songs of the Metho Man His voice at times booming, sometimes high and thin The songs of the Metho Man CHORUS My Grandfather knew him, from his time on the rails Said he was real quiet, always kept to himself On the edge of the mangrove, down by Casey's Hole There died the Metho Man They say he just fell asleep in the flames And there died the Metho Man CHORUS x 2 |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 15 Sep 21 - 06:28 AM VERY URGENT BUSINESS PROPOSAL FROM NIGERIA © Bruce Watson, April 22 2020. Bruce Watson Music video - Very urgent business proposal from Nigeria 30 New Songs in 30 Days - a Covid-19 Social Isolation Project. Song 22 Dear Mister Sir Madam, I most humbly send you my greetings, Dearest Blessed One. I understand that this message will come to you as a surprising, but I have some private highly urgent business to be done. With due humility and respect, I write to you of this proposal, though this note is unexpected because you not knowing me. My name is Joseph Baraghan and I seek your cooperation. I found your contact details in your country’s directory. I am a close confidant of the former chief of staff of the daughter of the late Prince Motu of Blessed Memory. You may have heard that the Prince and his closest aide-de-camp were killed in Benin’s civil war by the rebel military. Following his assassinated, his daughter miraculously escaped, till she finally arrival in Nigeria. She smuggled out two trunks which held a large amount of cash which she has deposited anonymously for a strictly limited period. In strictest confidence I can advice you that this cash amount is more than $US18 million. She is now desirous to emigrate to your country with these funds, due to the stable situation with which country’s blessed. So I seek a foreign partner who will assist with the transfer, and be a respected guardian of these funds which will in the future be invested. I believe you are the trustworthy, and a fit and proper person to investment of this sum. If you are willing to assist, please reply to this email as soon as you can possible, as time is of excess. Moreover you are requested to kindly send the following details: Your full name, nominated bank account details, and address. Needless to say, the trust reposed in you at this juncture is substantial. In return, you shall receiving recompense. I please advise, you will receive 15 per cent of the total, and you need only send £200 to cover the expense. When I received your reply I will send you the document that will legal you to have complete access to these funds. Your earliest response will be highly appreciable to assist my worthy client in the problem she confronts. Please kindly assure me that you will act strictly accordingly to my instructions as I have stated above herein. Please to expedite your action or I will seek another partner, as my client’s situation requires urgent to begin. My identity must not be revealed to any other party and strict confidentiality is required. I remain sincerely yours, humbly in Christ Joseph Baraghan, Esquire. |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 15 Sep 21 - 06:23 AM AUSTRALIA'S LOST LANGUAGES © Bruce Watson 2009 In 1788 Australia had over 250 languages. Fewer than half are still spoken and on current trends almost all will cease to be spoken in a generation if nothing is done to save them now. Each language contains a universe of knowledge, wisdom and culture — the voice of humanity. Some people are doing fabulous work to sustain and revive languages. This song lists just a few of our lost languages. Note on music: Musical notation has not been provided for this song because the words are spoken against the musical background of alternating chords. [Am] Ngunawal, Gunditjmara, Burduna, Kuring-gai, [G] Wathawurrung, Gayiri, Bunurong, Manangkarri, [Am] Jiwarli, Kuyani, Nuenonne, Dhuduroa, [G] Peramangk, Birladapa, Wakaya, Taungurong, [Am] Wadi Wadi, Damala, Yaralde, Ngawun, [G] Bidjigal, Yorta Yorta, Warungu, Plangermaireener, [Am] Kaurna, Binikura, Nauo, Djabwurung, [G] Daruk, Gugu Muluriji, Amangu, Eora, [Am] Ladji Ladji, Awabakal, Garawa, Yangman, [F#m] Nukunu, Bandjin, Nyawaygi, Darkinjung, [Em] Parnkalla, Ayabadhu, Paredarerme, Jardwadjai, [Am] Tyerrernotepanner, Worimi, Duulngari, Gulidjan, [G] Bidjara, Angkamuthi, Doolboong, Walgalu, [Am] Mingin, Barrow Point, Djiru, Djadjawurrung, [F#m] Nganyaywana, Yukgul, Dharawal, Nhuwala, [Em] Warnarrang, Ngarigo, Kalaamaya, Dhirari, [Am] Tatungalung, Muruwari, Thiin, Yaburarra, [G] Lairmairrener, Wanamara, Bidawal, Bangerang, [Am] Kwat Kwat, Brabralung, Bugurnidja, Jurruru, [G] Djilamatang, Djirringany, Woiwurrung.[Am] |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 15 Sep 21 - 06:15 AM SONG FOR LEONARD Words © Bruce Watson, (Tune: Suzanne, Leonard Cohen) Bruce Watson Music bandcamp I am a Cohen addict. I called my first guitar Suzanne! I wrote this to sing for a group of friends who used to get together to sing for each other. There were only two rules: 1. No Leonard Cohen; 2. Especially no Suzanne. A challenge I couldn’t resist! Leonard Cohen brings you down to the depths of depression, You can listen to him for hours, you can spend the night just crying, And you know he'll send you crazy, that's why you want to stop it, And you start to slash your wrists and hang yourself from the ceiling, And just when you start believing that this world you're finally leaving, Then somebody stops the record, and you feel a little better, 'Cause his songs are so depressing. Refrain: And you want to smash the record, And destroy the record player, But you know that you can't do it, 'Cause he's destroyed the very fabric of your mind. Now, the only thing that's worse than all those hours of Leonard Cohen Is to spend a long time listening to all his imitators going Through all those incomprehensible songs like Suzanne and So Long Marianne, Who think that all men should be Cohen freaks and sing all songs in A minor, Their guitars should all be broken, they should be banished to New Zealand, They're disgusting, not quite human — they should sink into the ocean Like a stone. Refrain: And they want to travel with you, And they want to travel blind, But you know you shouldn‘t let them, They'll destroy the very fabric of your mind. Of your mind, Of your mind, (Repeat, getting crazier, until you explode) |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 15 Sep 21 - 06:03 AM THE RULES OF ENGLISH © Bruce Watson. Bruce Watson Music video - The Rules of English bandcamp This offering is based on the late William Safire’s Rules for Writers, extrapolated and set to music. Now when I was a boy one was taught English grammar These days standards have gone down the drain We had it banged into us, with an unsubtle hammer And it’s firmly lodged into my brain There’s a million mistakes that you see people make Now and then there’s an absolute whopper So here’s a few tips to avoid future slips To help you all speak and write proper: Chorus: Be sure to never split an infinitive Don’t use no double negatives And never generalise, that’s a rule you see everyone break! Be clear as a bell, profread everythnig well Be more or less specific, don’t be vague And (last but not least) avoid clichés like the plague! It’s incumbent upon us to eschew obfuscation And where feasible to employ the vernacular Never use a big word when a diminutive one would suffice And understatement is absolutely spectacular Use language that’s inclusive of all men And here’s something else you should know The use of foreign words is just not de rigeur Nor is it apropos Chorus Always avoid awkward annoying Unattractive affected alliteration Avoidification of George Bushian neologisms Will strengthenify your prosification If you see a mixed metaphor take the bull by the horns And knock it right off of its perch And vary your words variously So that you use various words Chorus Exaggeration is a trillion zillion times worse Than just stating the plain simple facts And use words correctly, irregardless of what others do To show you’ve got the language knack The passive voice should always be avoided Heed should be taken of that suggestion And what I now ask of all of you is: “Who needs rhetorical questions?” |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 15 Sep 21 - 05:59 AM CAPTAIN MOONLITE - A LOVE STORY © Bruce Watson https://brucewatsonmusic.bandcamp.com/track/captain-moonlite-a-love-story Andrew George Scott led a chequered life, eventually becoming a bushranger under the moniker of Captain Moonlite. His career ended when he took hostages in a siege which resulted in several deaths. His dying wish to be buried next to his lover James Nesbit was not granted, but 100 years later there was a successful campaign to have his bones disinterred and reburied at the Gundagai Cemetery where he now lies near James, under a beautiful gum tree. Tomorrow I will step up to the gallows I only ask you grant me one last wish for when I’m gone I’m a man who’s done wrong, I will face the fiery flames All I ask is to be laid beside my true love, dear young James Chorus: May we lay together, side by side, my friend May we rest in peace I did the crime, I served my time in Pentridge Seven years for robbery and other deeds besides But I treasure that time yet, for it’s there that we two met To never part again till he lay in my arms and died Chorus Well the traps they gave us no peace back in Melbourne So me and James and a few young men, we headed for the bush Captain Moonlite and his gang raising hell across the land Till we met our match at Wantabadgery, up past Gundagai When that squatter said move on, well my patience it was gone So we drew our guns and bailed them up, we would fight or we would die Chorus When the troopers came my young boys fought so bravely Poor Gus was only 15, and they shot him in the side But when I saw my James lying there where he was slain I lay my head upon his breast, I kissed him, and I cried Chorus Tomorrow I will step up to the gallows I will pray for God’s forgiveness and whisper my love’s name On my finger is a ring that I will wear unto my grave It is woven from a lock of the hair of my dear James Chorus (twice) May we lay together |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 15 Sep 21 - 05:42 AM THE MAN AND THE WOMAN AND THE EDISON PHONOGRAPH © Bruce Watson Bruce Watson Music video of Bruce recording onto a wax cylinder on an Edison Phonograph Recorded on 18 April 2014 at the National Folk Festival in Canberra by the National Film and Sound Archive. bandcamp recorded with Fannie Cochrane's descendant Ronnie Summers Fanny Cochrane Smith was born on Flinders Island in Bass Strait in 1834. She was the last speaker of Tasmanian Language, and the last keeper of their songs and stories following the Tasmanian genocide of the 19th Century. Whether she really was the last full blood Tasmanian or not is academic. There is a vibrant Aboriginal community in Tasmania today, among whom are many descendants of Fanny’s own 11 children. The recording of this song is sung with Tasmanian Aboriginal Elder Ronnie Summers. There’s a photo on a wall in a museum in Hobart, it was taken in October of 1903 Of a woman and a man with an Edison phonograph, recording her songs of the land and the sea There’s a button on the wall there next to the photo, if you press it you can hear the ghosts of her songs As they echo through the halls of that museum in Hobart, a scratchy reminder of all we’ve done wrong Chorus: The man and the woman and the Edison phonograph, salvaging pieces of song, White man’s black cylinder, the story of progress, the song lives on, but the singers are gone. Not yet 50 years since white man first settled she was born on an island in Bass Strait’s cruel seas, Where the few who remained of her people were herded, and left there to die of despair and disease. And at 7 she was taken from her mother and family to work as a servant and be taught about God, But she still learnt the old ways, the songs and the stories, and with old Truganini she’d go bush for food, Bridge: And after Truganini, the scientists descended. Was Fanny Smith now the last of her race? The futile debates it seemed never ended, as they took her dimensions and examined the shape of her face. Chorus And the man in the photo was born to an immigrant, he married a woman of inherited wealth, And he lived in a mansion overlooking the harbour, worked hard for their business, did well for himself. And in time he became a gentleman of leisure and developed an interest in the native folks’ ways, He collected and catalogued those cultural treasures, archived and referenced for future display. Bridge He was a member of the Royal Society, propertied wealth, a man of propriety. She and her people were torn from their land, betrayed, dislocated, dissected - according to plan, But they came together through song. There’s a photo on a wall in a museum in Hobart, it was taken in October of 1903, Of a woman and a man with an Edison phonograph, recording her songs of the land and the sea. And the man had a son, who in turn had a son, Who in turn had a son, who was me. And the woman had a son, who in turn had a daughter Who in turn had a son, who in turn had a son, and the next one was me) |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 15 Sep 21 - 05:33 AM LANDLUBBER'S SHANTY © Bruce Watson Bruce Watson Music bandcamp Like all my songs, this is a true story, inspired by a rather unpleasant sailing experience. I'll tell you of a story, lads, that happened once to me, HEAVE, HAUL, HO, AND OPEN UP WIDE, Of the only time that I went out upon the briny sea, HEAVE FROM YOUR STOMACHS, LADS, AND CHUNDER OVER THE SIDE. As I went out one Sunday arvo on Port Phillip Bay, HEAVE.... The Captain said, "She's blowing lads, we'll get some waves today, HEAVE.... My friends had all impressed on me how sailing was so easy, If that's the case, excuse me asking why I feel so queasy? While looking at the sea so green my face was getting greener, Whoops! I didn't make it to the side, we'll have to call the cleaner! The First Mate and the Skipper said the boat was going beautiful, But I grew more in need of some assistance pharmaceutical. I wanted to be like those men at sea, who all go, "Arrrghh!" But when I tried to go like that it seemed to come out, "Yeuargh" The Captain said, "Now heave that yard-arm mizzen to the tops'l", I says, Bollocks to your bulwarks, man, you can stick it up your fo'c's'le!" Well, finally we made for home, returned to terra firma, I says, "The firmer it is the less terror there'll be," and went off without a murmur. The owl and the pussycat went to sea in a beautiful pea-green craft, But now I've had a go myself, I reckons they was daft! |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 15 Sep 21 - 05:29 AM BAD ABBOTT - © Bruce Watson, to the tune of Billy Field's 1980s hit 'Bad Habits'. Bruce Watson Music video - Bad Abbott Tony Abbott was, for our sins, Australia’s 28th Prime Minister from 2013 to 2015. He is now an adviser to the UK Board of Trade. Lucky UK! Can’t help himself – Bad Abbott He’s running wild, lost control It’s a shame to see that our poor country Is governed by – Bad Abbott Says he’ll stop the boats, just to get the votes Says those people smugglers must be stopped But what’s far, far uglier – is his own budgie smugglers Can’t help himself – Bad Abbott Well it’s clear he isn’t … a suppository of all wisdom But he’s a bottom feeder much in need of class Well that ill-considered quote really hit a bum note And it shows Bad Abbott talks out of his arse Well he promised us that there’d be no cuts To health, education, pensions or the ABC Well if I may be so blunt, the man’s an utter conundrum Can’t help himself – Bad Abbott He ignored the facts with the carbon tax And he’s an un-reconstructed misogynist I’d be happier at least if he’d ended up a priest But instead we got a Bad Abbott Yes my mind would be at peace if he’d ended up a priest But instead we got a Bad Abbott |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 15 Sep 21 - 05:22 AM Pauline © Bruce Watson (Tune: Jolene, Dolly Parton) Bruce Watson Music video- Pauline Pauline Hanson is a crazy right-wing Australian politician. For songwriters and satirists she is the gift that just keeps giving! Chorus: Pauline, Pauline, Pauline, Pauline You’re bigoted, you’re racist and inane Pauline, Pauline, Pauline, Pauline I`m begging of you Pauline, please explain. You’re ignorant beyond compare, your flaming locks of bright red hair Don’t hide the fact that you’re so cruel and mean. Your smile is like a breath of hate, your voice is like a thumbnail grating On a blackboard – but you’d prefer a whiteboard, eh, Pauline! You think that it’s really no big deal that you’re so xenophobic Homophobic and halalophobic too. I’m sick and tired and fed up with you being sick and tired and fed up With everyone who’s different from you. Chorus You don’t fool me, I’m no chump, One Nation’s just a racist rump You’re Australia’s own Donald Trump, Pauline. You say on the loo we should sit, that squatting’s not appropriate You’re really such a shining wit, Pauline. (Spoken: – that was a spoonerism) You say that we’ll be swamped by Asians but don’t acknowledge white invasion Stole this land from those who were here first. You’re fine with kosher, but not halal, you’re uninformed and so banal If I get any angrier I’ll burst. Chorus |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: JennieG Date: 15 Sep 21 - 03:03 AM Another song about Arafura is 'Arafura Pearl' by Ali Mills. I can't readily find the words online, but I'm sure they are there somewhere! |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Stewie Date: 14 Sep 21 - 11:25 PM BY THE ARAFURA SEA (Eric Bogle) When the warm tropic winds blow down from the north I fancy I can taste the salt sea spray And smell once more the sweet hibiscus bloom Hear the rustling of the palm trees as they sway And in another time, in another place I'm a young man again I used to be When I fell in love with the Tiwi girl By the Arafura Sea Her soft dark skin was velvet to the touch Her eyes were black as coal And in those eyes I sometimes glimpsed A wise and ancient soul The moon and the stars caught in her hair And lit a path to infinity When I made love to my Tiwi girl By the Arafura Sea Too soon the money and the jobs moved on And as a slave to both then so did I Though I swore to her that one day I would return She knew it far beyond man's careless lies So sure of her world, so sure of her place She would not go away with me And so I left my Tiwi girl By the Arafura Sea When the warm tropic winds blow down from the north To my home here in the dry dusty south Those old memories that those north winds bring Are bitter sweet ashes in my mouth But the bitterness is just a vain regret The sweet dust somehow comforts me When I think of my Tiwi girl By the Arafura Sea Youtube clip --Stewie. |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 07 Sep 21 - 07:02 AM I AM THE VERY MODEL OF A MODERN FOREIGN MINISTER, Words © Bruce Watson (Tune Arthur Sullivan) Bruce Wa https://brucewatsonmusic.bandcamp.com/track/i-am-the-very-model-of-a-modern-foreign-minister video- The D’Oyly Carte Opera Company Andrew Downer was Australian’s from 1996 to 2007. He was quite a character. I am the very model of a modern foreign minister, My name is Alexander, and I’m not the least bit sinister, I trot around the globe to proudly represent Australia, I got the job ’cos as a party head I was a faili-ure. My Mummy and my Daddy gave me such a dandy start in life, They introduced me early to the joys of Liberal Party life, I really am a pillock — (whoops, a pillar) of Adelaide society, I’m cuddly as a teddy bear — that’s why you all desire me! I can name the states of Africa in order alphabetical, I never answer questions that are purely hypothetical. In short, across the Commonwealth, from Canberra to Westminister, I am the very model of a modern foreign minister. I am the very model of a modern foreign diplomat, Take any third world country I can say precisely where it’s at, I’ve met with all their leaders and I get on just a treat with them, They call me Alexander, which is really rather sweet of them. Those nasty pasty terrorists will soon no longer trouble you, ’Cos me and Little Johnny are such mates with old George W, I’ll fight that war on terror, I’ll be strong, I won’t be lenient, Except in certain circumstances where it’s not convenient. With rhetoric impressive my opponents I deflate ’em, I can quote the words of Gladstone and of Churchill all verbatim. In short, across the Commonwealth, from Canberra to Westminister, I am the very model of a modem foreign minister. I am the very model of a cocktail party animal, With huge expense account, although my impact is quite minimal, My overwhelming charm I use in full and frank discussi-ons, And when I stuff it up I just ignore the repercussi-ons. I’ve an extraordinary grasp of international relati-ons, In tough negotiati-ons I show a lot of pati-ence, I deal so diplomatically with problems I confront (you see), That the leaders of the world they say to me, “What a great count-ery!” I initiate initiatives completely ineffectual, But that’s of no concern to me because I’m so cute and sexual. In short, across the Commonwealth, from Canberra to Westminister, I am the very model of a modern foreign minister. |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 07 Sep 21 - 06:43 AM AMAZON © Bruce Watson Bruce Watson Music video - Amazon bandcamp This tragic loss of forests continues. The song has been recorded by several artists including Eric Bogle. It won the Declan Affley memorial Songwriting Award at the 1990 Australian National Folk Festival in Kuranda. Chorus: In the time it takes to sing this song, There’ll be four acres cleared in the Amazon. The jungle burns all through the night, They say you can see it from a satellite. The smoke's so thick for miles around, They have to close the airports down. The green of the jungle turns to ?aming red, As another cattle ranch gets the go-ahead. Now hamburgers grow where the forest once stood, Somehow I get the feeling that we've all been fooled. Chorus I heard a man on the TV say That if they take the forest away The world will be ruined, our future will go, He's a Kayapo, so he should know. But this very same man still cuts down trees, For him it's a question of necessity, A family to feed, and he must pay the rent, But when you add it all up it just doesn't make sense. Chorus I heard about a man called Chico Mendes, He fought the cattle ranchers head to head, He taught the rubber-tappers to stand up and fight, To protect the forest, to protect their rights. But the ranchers had their claims to lay, They wouldn't let a conservationist stand in their way, One night at his home they took him unawares – Forty bullets in the back for Chico Mendes. Instrumental (first half of verse) (Repeat second half of Verse One) Chorus Now hamburgers grow where the forest once stood, Another twenty years it might be gone for good |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 07 Sep 21 - 06:18 AM THE BEANIE SING © Bruce Watson 2010. Bruce Watson Music video -The Beanie Song at Humph Hall, with a singing, beanie wearing audience Bruce sang this one winter night at my folk club, The Loaded Dog in 2010 & took pics of members wearing beanies as he was collecting photos at the time. As always, I was wearing a hat, not a beanie, so I sent him a pic of one of my bears wearing a lovely felt beanie & if you don't blink you can see it! Way way back around the dawn of time When humans stepped out of the primordial slime First they invented clothes then they invented the hat Then someone said, "You can do better than that!" Chorus: You gotta have a beanie (You gotta have a beanie) You gotta have a beanie (You gotta have a beanie) You gotta have a beanie Put it on your head You can make 'em out of polar fleece or make 'em out of wool You can make' em out of felt, which is really really cool You can weave 'em, you can knot' em, they can even be crocheted If you've got yourself a beanie, you've really got it made Chorus Now, every year in June way out in Alice Springs They have a beanie festival, and oh what joy it brings But Alice is so far to go for folks like you and me So now we've got a festival right here in Torquay Chorus What do you call a beanie that's past its prime? A has-beanie What do you call a beanie designed by Paris Hilton? A wanna beanie What do you call a beanie that's been cooked and put into a can? A baked beanie Bridge: I don't adore a fedora A trilby doesn't thrill me A beret isn't very good - compared to a beanie A sombrero I won't wear, oh A panama's anathema A turban's so suburban - compared to a beanie Chorus So if you've listened to my story, to all the things I've said You'll get yourself a beanie, and put it on your head They're every shape and size, from a house to a zucchini And an itsy bitsy teenie weenie yellow polka dot beanie Chorus |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 07 Sep 21 - 06:00 AM THE OLD BUSH DANCE © Bruce Watson. Bruce Watson Music bandcamp video - with the Emu Creek Band, 1998 Old time dances are one of the most delightful parts of Australian folk culture. This song is sung to two slightly adapted traditional tunes: the Old Valetta Waltz and the beautiful Spanish Waltz. It’s Saturday night in a small country town, The women squeeze into their long flowing gowns, The men swap their overalls for a tie and a suit, Round up the kids, and it’s off in the ute. At the hall ladies glide through the still summer air, As the young and the old dance away the week’s cares, Chasséeing, swinging and clapping their hands, As they sway to the tunes of the accordion band. Chorus: They played, they played, those fingers danced lightly, The notes cascade, we all danced so sprightly, Those far off days, those Saturday nights, When we danced the Waltz Cotillions & the Polka Quadrille. (Instrumental - same tune as chorus) It’s “Take your partners, please,” says the caller once more, As the weary hot couples find their way to the floor, For the Alberts Quadrille and the Waltz Country Dance, A short introduction, then up strikes the band. Young couples dance closely, some awkward and shy, As the mothers and fathers keep a close watchful eye, The kids weave and dart like a flock of galahs, As the music drifts up through the night to the stars. Chorus and instrumental Now it’s karaoke bars and it’s poker machines, For some people that’s what a good time out means, Not for them the concertina, the banjo and bones, The button accordion or the fiddle’s sweet tones. Real music is people like you and me here, Not woofers and tweeters and electronic gear. So let’s sing and let’s dance for the music of old, May it live on and on, may it shine through like gold. Chorus and instrumental |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 07 Sep 21 - 05:47 AM it must be Christmas! Bruce Watson just sent me his promised list of songs - 25 of them, & only one has been posted - Reedy River Still flows, winner of the Bush Music Club 2014 Diamond Jubilee Song Competition, posted 28th Dec 2020. THE THREE LIVES OF SHIRLEY ANDREWS, (Tune: Mudgee Waltz), © Bruce Watson Bruce Watson Music video Shirley Andrews was Australia's foremost authority on traditional social dance. She was also a driving force behind the 1967 referendum on Aboriginal rights, and a bio-chemist who made a significant contribution to the treatment of bi-polar disorder. The tune for this song is the Mudgee Waltz, a traditional Australian dance tune that Shirley danced to many many times. Chorus: She danced with all her heart and she showed us how She fought for people’s rights, speaking strong and loud And she showed us what a woman in science can do We thank you so much, Shirley Andrews As a young girl she saw Pavlova on the stage Lit a fire in her heart from an early age She wrote the bible of Australian folk dance She’d be up on that dance floor when she had half a chance Chorus When she saw injustice she stood up to fight it Racism was rife — she vowed to right it She led the campaign in ’67 when all Australians were asked To recognise our First Peoples as equals at last Chorus In the face of male bias she showed her defiance She shone as a woman in the men’s world of science Her research into lithium was so thorough and so clever That it changed mental health care forever |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 29 Aug 21 - 08:50 AM THE PORK BARREL SONG by of former Mudcatter Chris Maltby 2021 – Tune: “Travelling Down the Castlereagh” Written for the 8th John Dengate Memorial Get Together, video of the entire Zoom concert Chris's contribution starts about 1.01: My name it is Scott Morrison, I like to speak in tongues, There’s nothing I like better than slithering up the rungs But when it comes to leadership, I haven’t got a clue So to win the next election boys, I’ll tell you what I’ll do: Pork, boys, pork – there’s not the smallest doubt, We’ll need a lot of pork or we’ll be voted out I’ll whistle up Josh Friedenberg, he also loves a lurk And we’ll gussy up the budget for a bit more pork. There’s always an inducement or a scam a vote to buy, Building women’s change rooms or car parks in the sky Bridget’s got a spreadsheet all black, blue and pink To identify the marginals and cover up the stink. And it’s cash, boys, cash – there’s never any doubt, Announce loads of cash or we’ll be voted out It’s easy making promises when you rarely have to pay Just don’t forget the donors and you’ll be OK. Now if there is a crisis, well I don’t hold a hose Quarantine or vaccines you can stick ‘em up your nose I’ll just make more announcements, they’ll never seem to stop I’ve got a new one ready whenever any flop. And it’s dodge, boys, dodge – there’s never any doubt, I can’t be held responsible or I’ll be voted out I’ll background all the media, and other clever lurks Rupert will protect me, that’s how the system works. So he’s got a useless front bench and women he can’t stand, It’s plunder and destruction all across the land This sorry tale of Scummo, you know it’s bloody true, Take my advice, just listen and I’ll tell you what to do. So it’s shift, boys, shift – there isn’t the slightest doubt, If you want a bloody future, you’ll have to vote him out Go tell your friends and neighbours, use body, heart and soul And remember on election day to dump him in a hole. |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: rich-joy Date: 28 Aug 21 - 04:17 AM Good to know, John!! R-J :) |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: GUEST,John Flynn Date: 28 Aug 21 - 02:04 AM Re Posting by Stewie on 26 July - Cob & Co This was also recorded by Dunedin Band "Bluegrass Expedition" on Kiwi Records SLC-146 "Settling In" (1976). I'm still here regularly John in Perth |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 27 Aug 21 - 11:59 PM spreadsheet no. 1, 625 songs alphabetically by title, Aug - Dec 20 spreadsheet no. 2, 390 songs by date from Jan 21 both spreadsheets give name of Catter, time & date posted & sheet number as we have 26 sheets on this thread |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: rich-joy Date: 27 Aug 21 - 11:36 PM Well, good to know that We Three are in it for the long haul !!! And JennieG reads everything - and hopefully GerryM too?! But anyone else still visiting/reading??? And, Anyone Else care to post any Aussie/Kiwi songs - pleeeeeze! Sandra can send you the spreadsheet indices of what already exists in this thread (although I sadly admit to being behind in indexing from April 21 onwards :( This turning 70 business puts added stresses on Life's Workload!!! But sooooon!!! Cheers, R-J |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 27 Aug 21 - 10:16 PM I haven't forgotten either, I'm collecting stuff - one project is 4 songs written in the 60s about the same event! |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Stewie Date: 27 Aug 21 - 08:34 PM R-J, my apologies for double posting. Before posting, I did an edit/find and it was not found. If I had removed 'Drover' from the title search, it would have found your post. I too have been busy with other things, but will get back to posting some songs soon. --Stewie. |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: rich-joy Date: 26 Aug 21 - 12:01 AM Bugga. That "TAB" button gets me every time! I was going to say that Chris Priestly seems to be going through his "back catalogue" at present and posting misc. recordings from earlier times. He has many excellent songs and stories and his website is well worth investigating : https://www.youtube.com/user/chrisjpriestley/videos R-J |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: rich-joy Date: 25 Aug 21 - 11:55 PM Nice one, Stewie - very fond of this song. And lovely to sing along with (like so many Kiwi comps). Consequently, I posted it as "Rainbird in the Tea Tree" on March 25th of this year :) Which just goes to show that you can't keep a good song down, eh!! I'm still a few weeks away from getting back to my intended/promised songposts here in this thread, as I'm still rather busy. But some day soon ..... :) Cheers, R-J PS |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Stewie Date: 25 Aug 21 - 08:58 PM DROVER (RAINBIRD IN THE TEA-TREE) (Peter Cape) When the rainbird sings in the tea-tree And there's cloud on the hills at the back Look out your window and you'll see me Riding down the track I'll be droving a mob of black-polls And me dogs'll be footsore and done But I'll sing out as I go past your window To show you, you're the one It's a long drove out from the Puhoi By Woodcocks and Kaipara Flat And I'm sick of me oilskins and gumboots And the rain belting down on my hat Got a stock whip over my shoulder And a plain golden ring in my pack So perhaps when I get to your window I'll be pulling in off the track Lyrics as printed in 'An Ordinary Joker: the life & songs of Peter Cape'. Youtube clip --Stewie. |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 24 Aug 21 - 09:08 PM eek! I hit the wrong button - Petula singing 'Downtown' for those who need reminding of the tune! Ralph lives in a large regional city that has not (yet?) had a lockdown, but as it is on a major highway & not far from other lockdowns, covids are probably eyeing the population. |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 24 Aug 21 - 08:59 PM The Lockdown Song - Sincere apologies to Tony Hatch from Ralph Pride. Tune: “Downtown” Petula Clark, 1964. When you’re at home, and you are feeling so lonely It’s because - you’re in ...... .........LOCK DOWN Staring at walls and wandering aimlessly ‘round Is so much fun - you’re in ..............LOCK DOWN Listening to Gladys, on the telly listing cases Of people in the hospital, with plumbing in their faces, Gasping for breath...............Bloody near death ! Chorus: But that will not happen to you – You can forget all your troubles, Forget all your cares, you’re in ...LOCK DOWN You will be safe - you’re in .......LOCK DOWN Socially distancing ................LOCK DOWN No better place you can be........Lockdown......Lockdown Stay home from work, no need to go anywhere And it’s because - you’re in ......LOCK DOWN Think about the money, you can save on the fare And it’s because - you’re in ......LOCK DOWN But you can still go out and have, a run around the city But don’t you go too far away, it’s really such a pity, They’ll send you back home.................Wearing your mask! Isn’t it nice we can rely on the army It’s because - you’re in ............LOCK DOWN Keeping us safely far away from each other It’s because - you’re in ............LOCK DOWN If you’re quarantining and, don’t answer at the knocking They’ll send around a Bushmaster, and copters chop, chop, chopping Coming for you............. A big hefty fine! When it’s all over, and we’re all out in clover And we’re all - not in...................LOCK DOWN We can go take a cab, because we’ve all had our jab And we’re all - not in...................LOCK DOWN We won’t have to go and get those, things stuck up our noses, Tough about the ones who now are, pushing up the roses They didn’t survive.................Where were their jabs? Last Chorus: (sung softer & softer until you finish with a whisper) But that did not happen to you, So, forget all your troubles, Forget all your cares, because.....LOCK DOWN We were so safe, because...........LOCK DOWN Socially distancing................LOCK DOWN Wearing our masks, because.........LOCK DOWN Staying at home, because...........LOCK DOWN Jabs in our arms, because..........LOCK DOWN Queued up for hours, for ...... ...LOCK DOWN Swabs up our noses, and ...........LOCK DOWN Bloody near destitute.................LOCKDOWN etc. |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Stewie Date: 01 Aug 21 - 10:45 PM MY YOUNGEST SON CAME HOME TODAY (Eric Bogle) My youngest son came home today His friends marched with him all the way The flutes and drums beat out the time As in his box of polished pine Like dead meat on a butcher’s tray My youngest son came home today My youngest son was a fine young man With a wife, a daughter and two sons A man he would have lived and died Til by a bullet sanctified Now he’s a saint, or so they say They brought their saint home today Above the narrow Belfast streets An Irish sky looks down and weeps On children’s blood in gutters spilled For dreams of freedom unfulfilled As part of freedom’s price to pay My youngest son came home today My youngest son came home today His friends marched with him all the way The flutes and drums beat out the time As in his box of polished pine Like dead meat on a butcher’s tray My youngest son came home today And this time he’s home to stay An old’un but a good’un related to the period of the ‘troubles’ in Ulster. From Eric’s ‘Scraps of Paper’ album. Youtube clip --Stewie. |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Stewie Date: 27 Jul 21 - 09:25 PM Fair point, Jennie. I didn't mind it. After almost 40 years exclusively collecting CDs, I have bought a new turntable and have been dipping into my extensive bluegrass vinyl collection. However, I primarily posted the link because I had never heard of the lass. Given the price of vinyl records, I reckon I'll stick to purchasing CDs. --Stewie. |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 27 Jul 21 - 06:25 AM WHAT IS IN DOCUMENT J? by Joe Fernside, 1954 audio - Joe singing it in the John Meredith Collection, NLA Oral History collection Oh, what is this Document J? That's what we ask today. There's no-one knowin', says Justice Owen, What's in Document J? Oh, there is a dirty big spy, He's got a big Yankee eye. He's a workers' snob, his name is Bob, Would that be in Document J? They're selling us out to the yanks, The marbled millionaire cranks; They control our oil, our uranium spoil, Would that be in Document J? They sympathize with the Japs. They're saying they're very good chaps. For war they'll train, they'll addle the brain Would that be in Document J? The poor are all born to be slaves, They work them to their graves. Let us unite, defend our right, Would that be in Document J? Oh, we love our own native land, But we don't like the rich robbers' hand. We will cleave to the poor, for evermore, Would that be in Document J? I've been doing a bit of research recently into Document J which was a prominent item in the Petrov affair. It was written by an Australian journalist, Rupert Lockwood who was a member of the Communist Party, & was one of the papers brought out of the embassy by Petrov when he defected in 1954. The day it was declared secret by the Royal Commission, the Communist party printed copies of what Lockwood said was his original document, not the fake referred to in the Royal Commission! John Meredith was one of the members who sold copies for a shilling. Document J was of great interest to the Commission & the public, including Communist Party members so Joe, a bean farmer in Terrigal who was a Communist, wrote a song about it, & sent the words to John Meredith. Lyrics & info from Keith McKenry's biography of John Meredith. wikipedia reporting on Soviet espionage in Australia, aka Petrov affair National library Public List (36 items) Research Question: In what ways was the Petrov Affair used as propaganda by various interests in Australia from 1954 to 1956? |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 27 Jul 21 - 05:45 AM Lionel Long's version is everywhere on youtube, but he was more a country singer than a folk singer. extract from wikipedia (early 60s) - It was this folk music revival that made EMI Columbia insist that Long move away from his love of country music and record folk music. But he did put out a lot of folk records. |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: JennieG Date: 26 Jul 21 - 11:38 PM Oh my, Stewie....."The cross of the south" bluegrass style......not so sure. I do like bluegrass music but perhaps this one could have been left alone, it's too fast to get the words - and, as it's telling a story, that's a bit of a waste. |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Stewie Date: 26 Jul 21 - 10:21 PM THE BALLAD OF COBB & CO (Anon) There's a hustle and a bustle in the old hotel tonight The bar is full to bursting and the lights are gay and bright They're waiting for the horses that are beating through the night And they're waiting for the coach of Cobb & Co Cobb & Co, Cobb & Co And they're waiting for the coach of Cobb & Co There's Billy Jones the jackeroo still breathless from his ride He’s bought a brand-new sulky and it’s standin' just outside He's waiting for the pretty girl who's going to be his bride And she's coming on the coach of Cobb & Co Cobb & Co, Cobb & Co And she's coming on the coach of Cobb & Co Now the horses hooves are drumming, in the distance they're a-coming A far-off cloud is moving ‘cross the plain At breakneck speed they're driving, pretty soon they'll be arriving There'll be lots of cheer when old friends meet again There's Dan the old prospector and he's made his bag of gold He made a lucky strike, about two thousand pounds I'm told He's off to see the city lights before he gets too old And he's leaving on the coach of Cobb & Co Cobb & Co, Cobb & Co And he's leaving on the coach of Cobb & Co Jim Burke is mighty worried 'cause the drinks are running dry Unless he gets some money soon, he'll kiss his farm goodbye He’s written to the bank and now he's waiting their reply And he hopes it's on the coach of Cobb & Co Cobb & Co, Cobb & Co And he hopes it's on the coach of Cobb & Co The driver's whips are cracking and the horses hooves are dragging As across the red and dusty plain they race There's a distant light a-burning and the passengers are yearning For the comfort of a warm and kindly place And someone shouts ‘they're coming’ and the door is opened wide There's a rattle and a clatter and the coach is there outside With horses hot and steamy from their long and dusty ride With the coach that bears the name of Cobb & Co Cobb & Co, Cobb & Co With the coach that bears the name of Cobb & Co Youtube clip --Stewie. |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 25 Jul 21 - 09:54 AM I learnt that song by hearing it when it was Top 40! I'd forgotten it, but sometime after a friend took over a folk club in 1995 (folk club? are there still folk clubs?) I heard it again & sang along cos I remembered all the words. sandra (who still does & nowadays sings along with the video) |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: rich-joy Date: 25 Jul 21 - 08:01 AM Crikey! So you did! (not sure I even remembered that song, at that time :) Apologies, Sandra. At least we don't have too many duplications for the overall amount of songs, eh?! R-J |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 25 Jul 21 - 04:31 AM oops, I posted this 17 Sep 20 - 05:41 AM, page 5. |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: rich-joy Date: 25 Jul 21 - 01:01 AM Back on May 23rd, I posted Kevin Johnson’s song “THE WHALES ARE SINGING TO ME (A WHALER’S LAMENT)” and I had meant to also post Fielding & Dyer’s popular number from c.1971, loosely based on Melville’s “Moby Dick”. Now I notice Sandra has posted in that old thread about a remake of the film/story/song, so here it is : THE WHALE Terry Fielding & Fred Dyer (Refrain :) Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di They sailed from port one morning when the weather it was fair A gentle breeze it pushed them and no one gave a care They sang and danced and laughed that night and opened up a keg They're out to catch the monster whale that took the captain's leg. Refrain The Captain said a piece of gold for he who sees my whale So bend your backs and row me lads; I know that we won't fail (Chorus :) Bend your backs and row me lads and take me to me whale To-night we'll sing and dance and tomorrow night we'll sail We'll sail into the harbour; no prouder men there'll be We'll show them all we've captured the monster from the sea. Refrain They saw the whale one morning when the weather it was fair The men were white as ghosts, but the Captain didn't care I'll take this whale myself he said; the weak can stay behind The strong can share my glory and tonight they'll share my wine. Refrain The whale it came up closer; it was bigger than the sky They lowered down the longboat and they heard the captain cry. Chorus The whale it came so close that it almost tipped the boat The captain raised his spear and he rammed it down its throat The whale it gave a mournful cry and lifted its great tail And brought it down a-smashing on their small boat like a gale. Now a hundred years have passed since the Captain and his men Went below to spend their days in Davy Jones' den The whale it goes on living but inside it wears a scar And if you’re ever near that place, a voice calls from afar. Chorus We’ll show them all we've captured the monster from the sea (X3) c.1971 and loosely based upon Herman Melville’s classic MOBY DICK https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mYxE5FevaYg&t=72s [YT clip is illustrated with clips from the film “Moby Dick” with Patrick Stewart] R-J |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: Stewie Date: 24 Jul 21 - 11:28 PM Back in December last year, JennieG posted the lyrics to 'The Cross of the South'. I stumbled upon this rollicking rendition in a clip by Seona McDowell who was totally unknown to me. Evidently, she made an LP of Australian folksongs for Folkways which later became Smithsonian Folkways. Despite the incongruous bluegrass backing, it is not without its charm. Youtube clip Some info on Seona McDowell on Paul the Stockman's site: Click Where did she perform in Australia? --Stewie. |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Australia/NZ Songbook From: rich-joy Date: 20 Jul 21 - 10:25 AM More from the pen of the wonderful Kev Carmody. I was reminded by Amergin's 2013 post in the currently resurrected thread "A Last Song Circle for Katlaughing" : MOONSTRUCK Kev Carmody When the western sky’s ablaze And the sun lays down to rest When the curlew starts to cry And the birds fly home to roost When the full moon begins to rise Satin moon beams on my face Beauty of the night goes far beyond Far beyond both time and place [Chorus] No-one’s lost who finds the moon Or the sweetness of the wattle’s bloom Rebirth with the rain in spring Or the dingo’s howl on the autumn wind Spirit of the moon here calls me home Spirit of the moon here guides me home Moon it draws me to the scrub Night voices raised in song Past the water lilies bloom In that tranquil billabong Walkin’ on the shadowed leaves That are reflected by the moon To the rocks and hills an’ caves Where the dingo’s pups are born No one's lost who finds the moon Or the sweetness of the wattle's bloom Rebirth with the rain in spring Dingo's howl on the autumn wind Spirit of the moon here calls me home, whoa Spirit of the moon here guides me home Stars ablazin’ across the sky In the brilliance of the Milky Way I’m surrounded by the beauty Of every night and every day Walkin’ towards that morning moon set Caress of moonlight on my skin Knowin’ that freedom of not carin’ Of why I’m goin’ or where I’ve been No one's lost who finds the moon Or the sweetness of the wattle's bloom Rebirth with the rain in spring Dingo's howl on the autumn wind Spirit of the moon here calls me home, whoa Spirit of the moon here guides me home https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=340mRtOIWvw sung by Sara Storer, and Kev Carmody speaks from 2007 Cannot Buy My Soul : https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cannot_Buy_My_Soul R-J |
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