Song Challenge! Part 23

Subject: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: Áine
Date: 17 Apr 00 - 10:55 AM

Well, Challenge!rs -- Spring has sprung for most of us, and of course, at this time of year, every species experiences a little flutter of the heart and then, well, instinct takes over...

Perhaps inspired by his own 'instincts', our own Bradypus has suggested the Challenge! topic of "first crushes and the opposite sex moving from pain in the *rse to "Why has God blessed me with a sex drive and acne at the same time!??". An excellent and timely suggestion.

So, there you go Challenge!rs -- Songs about 'your first love and/or crush'. Now I know we've all gone through this -- let's see what you can put to a tune!

-- Áine

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: Mbo
Date: 17 Apr 00 - 10:59 AM

Uh-oh!

--Mbo

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: MMario
Date: 17 Apr 00 - 11:09 AM

I can't remember that far back!

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: Barky
Date: 17 Apr 00 - 11:54 AM

That was a completely acurate description of every single guy (that's not every guy who doesn't have a girlfriend, that's every one of the guys) in my highschool! Only they don't seem to care about the acne part....

~Barky

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: Kelida
Date: 17 Apr 00 - 12:21 PM

I was almost engaged once. Didn't work out (obviously). UGH!!! I thought I repressed those memories. . . I guess I can remember long enough to write a song. . . Ah, the trials of youth (not to mention the temporary insanity).

Peace--Bridget

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: Amos
Date: 17 Apr 00 - 12:42 PM

Possible titles:

Pimples Are Your Friend

The Trojan and Clearasil Blues

I Hate Boys But I Need One

Girls Suck, Why Don't They Like Me?

The World Ended When You Said No
I'm Not Gettin' in Your Car Cuz You Wouldn't Come to My Birthday Party

Can't You Love A Virgin?

But come to think of it there are several thousand of these songs already out there from the Fifties and early Sixties hit parades. :>) All Shook Up, Teenager in Love, The Book of Love, Dream, Let it Be Me, and so on...Plus ca change, plus c'est la meme chose, non?

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: Mbo
Date: 17 Apr 00 - 12:47 PM

Amos, you're bad!

--Mbo

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: Áine
Date: 17 Apr 00 - 02:28 PM

Lotsa comments, but no songs...So, I guess I'll start things off. My first 'crush' was in the first grade, when kids are more prone to express their affection with teasing and physicality. My song is based on a true story -- whether it's mine or not, I'll just leave that to your imagination...*BG*

A Tomboy's Ode To Love
(Tune: Both Sides Now/Joni Mitchell)

Don't call me that or I'll smash your face
I'll spread you, boy, all 'round this place
Just 'cuz I like you, don't make a case
For you to call me that

I don't even let Mama say my first name
Though she gave it to me, it's just the same
If you'd been stuck with something that lame
I know you'd feel this way

Chorus:
So go on, bubba, say it loud
If you want to attract a crowd
The kids will see me lay you out
You're just the cutest thing, you see!

Moon me, goose me, pull my hair
Don't say my first name, don't you dare!
What can I say to put a scare
In you to shut you up?

Although you laugh and point in fun
I know you'd like to buzz me one
Your words are mean, but I know I've won
You like me too, I'd say

So go on, bubba, say it loud
If you want to attract a crowd
The kids will see me lay you out
You're just the cutest thing, you see!

Ah come on now, don't be a wimp
You knew I'd win, don't be a simp
Just lean on me if ya hafta limp
That's a neat-o bruise right there

Let's go play king-of-the-hill
I'll let you win, promise I will
We've got all afternoon to kill
So let's be friends, OK?

So go on, bubba, say it loud
If you want to attract a crowd
The kids will see me lay you out
You're just the cutest thing, you see!

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: Amos
Date: 17 Apr 00 - 02:47 PM

I absolutely love this! You just keep gettin' better. Dang, you'll be writing the next "Bye-Bye, Miss America Pie" next!!

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: MMario
Date: 17 Apr 00 - 04:07 PM

I can dream, Can't I?

You wait, little man, on an empty porch,
For her to get her coat on.
Your life, little man, is bathroom floor
That girls will want to dump on.
To dump on. ____

You are fourteen going on fifteen,
Sonny, it's time to think.
Better be wary, Be canny and careful,
Sonny , you're on the brink.

You are fourteen going on fifteen,
Those girls won't wait in line.
Seniors and juniors, and even sophomores
Will beat you out all the time!.

Totally unprepared are you
To go out with a women
Timid and shy and scared are you
of doing something stupid.

You need some-one older and wiser
Telling you what to do-o
My sister's eighteen, going on nineteen!
She will take care of you!

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: Amergin
Date: 17 Apr 00 - 04:09 PM

This is not the best thing I have ever written. Nor is there any music for it. But here goes:

Ballad of Rejection Amergin

I see her smile In my dreams I hear her laughter And what it means I watch her eyes Look into mine To touch those lips My heart does pine.

We talk for hours Into the night I watch her face By the streetlight As we smoke Our cherries bright Her face it glows Like candlelight

Now I am walking On the rail ties Singing to myself To kill the sighs Of being alone Because you see Her bright eyes Never shine on me

So I am drunk today I am seldom sober I stagger on The constant rover From bar to bar In this great town But I am sick now So lay me down

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: MMario
Date: 17 Apr 00 - 04:23 PM

*always profred* "women" should be "woman"

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: Bradypus
Date: 17 Apr 00 - 04:59 PM

It wasn't me !!!!

Not that it's not a godd challenge, but someone else must have had the inspiration - my days are long gone (acne, that is)!

Bradypus

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: Áine
Date: 17 Apr 00 - 05:25 PM

Oh boy, is my face red!! You're absolutely right, Bradypus, it wasn't you -- It was Hyperabid who suggested this Challenge! -- And I apologize to both of you . . . But, you didn't have to yell -- See my song above to see what happens to fellas that do that to me...*BG*

MMario -- Am I crazy (on second thought, don't answer that) or could you sing your song to 'Sixteen Going On Seventeen' from The Sound of Music??? Great song, dear -- But, do we get a version from your sister??? Oh yes, and what's the title?

Amergin -- Your song is just lovely. I always go for the sad ones! I especially liked:

Now I am walking
On the rail ties
Singing to myself
To kill the sighs
Of being alone

However, if you do come up with tune, do you think you could send this song to Max for the Mudcat Radio? I'd love to hear this performed. Well done, A.!

-- Áine

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: Bradypus
Date: 17 Apr 00 - 06:07 PM

Sorry, Aine - didn't mean to shout quite so loud. It just came as a surprise, that's all

MMario - I really enjoyed that!

Tune: The Wild Mountain Thyme

Oh The Springtime, It Is Come

Oh the springtime, it is come
And my acne, it is blooming
My face is red with spots
And my lank hair needs some grooming
Will ye come, lassie, come

Chorus

And we'll both go together
To do who knows what or why
In this foul springtime weather
Will ye come, lassie, come

In the spring to love I turn
With my hormone levels rising
And I'd love to find a girl
But that would be quite surprising
Will ye come, lassie, come

For my self-esteem is low
And it's surely getting lower
And I sit and think and sulk
Will my waiting e'er be over?
Will ye come, lassie, come

For with angst my soul is ridden
It is hard to have no loving
The imagination flies
And my thoughts are ever roving
Will ye come, lassie, come

Then the springtime came again
And this year there's someone with me
The sad youth I was last year
Has been condemned to history
Will ye come, lassie, come

Chorus

And we'll both go together
For I now know what and why
I don't care about the weather
Will ye come, lassie, come

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: Mbo
Date: 17 Apr 00 - 06:09 PM

Beautiful, Brady!

--Mbo

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: MMario
Date: 17 Apr 00 - 06:12 PM

yes, that is the tune (from sound of music), of course, and the title is "I can dream, can't I" tho' actually inspired by one of my sisters who was crazy for a classmate of mine, when HE was in eighth grade, and SHE was a senior....

hmmmm, something from a sister's point of view? that could be her complaining about the immature spotty little dweebs, or maybe.....then maybe....or perhaps....

I had five sisters, got a lot of material to draw from here.....

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: Áine
Date: 17 Apr 00 - 06:16 PM

That's my Bradypus! Brought a laugh and a tear. Well done, indeed! (And I was just kidding about the 'shouting' thing, ya know). My favorite line -- For with angst my soul is ridden . . . ah yes, I remember it well . . . *BG* Mmmmmm, 'Angst And Acne' -- sounds like a good title to me ...

-- Áine

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: Áine
Date: 17 Apr 00 - 06:20 PM

Dear MMario,

the immature spotty little dweebs, . . . I had five sisters, got a lot of material to draw from here.....

Then please, dear MMario, draw away!! We'd all love to see what you come up, wouldn't we guys??? Besides, you've got part of verse already written (spotty little dweebs) -- and I'm dying to know what you're going to rhyme with 'dweebs'!

-- Áine

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: MMario
Date: 17 Apr 00 - 06:21 PM

I was going to try for a take of on "it Feels like I have Spring Fever" - but it just wouldn't work out....though somehow the line "I'm as randy as a rooster in a hen-house" wants to be sung.....

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: MMario
Date: 17 Apr 00 - 06:23 PM

"feebs" of course.....

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: Áine
Date: 17 Apr 00 - 06:24 PM

Dear MMario,

Do you think you could use the tune of I'm Just A Girl Who Can't Say No from Oklahoma, and fit in the 'spotty little dweebs' AND 'as randy as a rooster in a hen house' lines??? Please, please, please??

-- Áine

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: Amos
Date: 17 Apr 00 - 07:20 PM

Or maybe, "Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered"?:?

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: Amergin
Date: 17 Apr 00 - 10:38 PM

Aine,

Now you got me blushing. Thanks for the compliment. Unfortunately, I can't write music as yet. Maybe in the sometime in the future though. Blessed be.

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: Spider Tom
Date: 17 Apr 00 - 11:35 PM

Aine,
Here's a little song about Love and Lust
It could fit the bill, I trust,

A CALMER SUITER (C) Ken Robertson (Spider Tom)

They read the Kama-Sutra,
An ancient book that says,
How to make your love life lovelier,
In a thousand different ways,
But the writing thing is easier,
Than the doings from the page.
Maybe they should have closed the book,
But, lust's a firery haze.

They were bumping, they were grinding,
They were studying their timing,
And the shrieks and squeals,
Echoed in the night,
Like a couple of explorers,
On the stormy sea oflust
They got where they were going,
but only just.

Like something in a dream,
They were balanced on a beam,
As they improvised new chapters,
From the book,
But gravity took over
And brought them back to earth,
Though they tried to fly, they crashed,
For all their worth. (CHORUS)

Went from something in a dream,
To something of a scream,
As they lost their mount,
And soon did gravitate.
T'was bent, what once was straighten,
More than ego was deflating,
You see many stems are snapped
So near a rose.
And their eyes, were glowing lusty,
As they tumbled through the air.
(CHORUS)

In the heap of limbs and linen, he was losing,
She was grinning,
Then the book had shut and
They had lost their places,
And the pain had quenched the fire,
And dampened their desire,
And wiped the lusty glow,
From off their faces. (CHORUS)

Now they've burned the Kama-Sutra,
He's become, a calmer suitor,
Found the simple things in life,
Are sometimes best,
But they still think of the time,
they came close to flying,
Like a little bird,
Who fell out of the nest. (CHORUS)

(C) Ken Robertson (a.k.a. Spider Tom)

N.B. Sometimes a mans imagination
is more fertile than his experience. K.R.

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: Amos
Date: 18 Apr 00 - 12:06 AM

Spider, you're a champ -- this is a terrific thread, guys! Bravo, bravo and bravo!

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: Hyperabid
Date: 18 Apr 00 - 04:04 AM

Hyperabid is having a sulk!

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: Hyperabid
Date: 18 Apr 00 - 07:09 AM

Oh well I never could sulk for any length of time...

First Crush

To the tune of - Always Look on the Bright Side of Life - E. Idle

The first girl in this mantra
Was a pretty child called Sandra
I was nine and she was nearly ten
I told my Mum we'd marry
She laughed and said don't tarry
Do it before she gets to know men

Your first crush will never be your first wife
On this fact I'll happily bet my life

Inexperience is bliss
Until life takes the piss
Innocence is great 'til first heartbreak
When you're courting your first girl
Go ahead give it a whirl
But don't be shocked when you're left in the wake

Your first crush will never be your first wife
On this fact I'll happily bet my life

The next girl on my list
Was a contortionist
A pretty Asiatic dream co true
But she was from a catholic country
With a shotgun toting family
So French kiss was 'bout all we got to do

Your first crush will never be your first wife
On this fact I'll happily bet my life

Well then came Caroline
A girl who was finally mine
An English rose who knew just what to do
A seventeen year boy
Was pleased to be her toy
But then she left and my life went askew

Your first crush will never be your first wife
On this fact I'll happily bet my life

(Key change)

Your first crush will never be your first wife
On this fact I'll happily bet my life

When you find a wife
Then you'll think you've found a life
But that's day one it all starts in from there
When the littluns are a screaming
And she's talking about leaving
You'll think back to the past and wish you're there

Your first crush will never be your first wife
On this fact I'll happily bet my life

(Play our and whistle)

Hyp

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: Áine
Date: 18 Apr 00 - 09:42 AM

Ken -- LMAO!! My favorite lines: In the heap of limbs and linen, he was losing, She was grinning ... Wunnerful, wunnerful!! Congrats on this one, my friend!

And dear Hyp -- I'm so glad you're not sulking anymore. I'm so sorry about the mixup -- guess I dropped the snitch on this one, didn't I? Well, if sulking makes you write a song this good, I shall upset you more often. *BG* I love Eric Idle's songs, and here you go and write these great lyrics to his tune -- What can I say? Go back in your brown study and write us some more great stuff! Well done!

-- Áine

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: Hyperabid
Date: 18 Apr 00 - 10:57 AM

Not a real sulk I promise Áine!

I'm not entirely happy with that effort, I might post an udder one.

Did you get other suggestion in your message box the udder day?

Hyp

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: SINSULL
Date: 18 Apr 00 - 12:25 PM

A Maiden's Plaint (To the Tune " Ashokan Fairwell")

He drew me near; he smelled of beer I turned my head; he bit my ear. But at least I'm not sitting at home. His sweaty palm is on my arm It's wandering up; he feigns a yawn Then noisily gnaws on his gum.

If I were blond, I would wander With tall Peter Fonda. Were I thin and clear-skinned, and unique I'd be the queen of the prom A beauty of wonder Not stuck with this pimply geek.

Sorry guys. You were awful then.

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: MMario
Date: 18 Apr 00 - 12:29 PM

and we're not now? *happy dance* oops, sorry.....

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: SINSULL
Date: 18 Apr 00 - 12:34 PM

A Maiden's Plaint (To the Tune " Ashokan Fairwell")

He drew me near; he smelled of beer I turned my head; he bit my ear. But at least I'm not sitting at home. His sweaty palm is on my arm It's wandering up; he feigns a yawn Then noisily gnaws on his gum.

If I were blond, I would wander With tall Peter Fonda. Were I thin and clear-skinned, and unique I'd be the queen of the prom A beauty of wonder Not stuck with this pimply geek.

Sorry guys. You were awful then.

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: SINSULL
Date: 18 Apr 00 - 12:36 PM

OOOPS - I stutter. Sorry. Mario, I think I'm more willing to settle now.

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: Áine
Date: 18 Apr 00 - 03:43 PM

Sinsull -- Wonderful entry for your first Challenge! My favorite lines: I turned my head; he bit my ear. But at least I'm not sitting at home Oh boy, does that bring back memories! Well done!

-- Áine

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: Bradypus
Date: 18 Apr 00 - 07:43 PM

Amos - You shouldn't have mentioned American Pie - at least, not on this thread. They don't come much more derivative than this!

Why does love have to die?

A long long time ago
I can still remember
How the music used to make me sad
And I knew if I had my chanve
I'd ask some girl for a dance
And she'd say no, and I would feel so bad
But springtime always made me shiver
So full of nerves, my lips would quiver
I wouldn't cross the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step
I can't remember if I cried
I know for weeks on end I sighed
For I was all screwed up inside
I felt that love had died
So . . .

Chorus
Bye, bye, why does love have to die?
It takes all my songs, and I'm left with a sigh
An ache in my heart, and a tear in my eye
O why does love have to die?
Why does love have to die?

I once read a book of love
Seemed like a revelation from above
But in real life it wasn't so.
I was never into rock and roll
It never really touched my soul
And I wanted someone to dance with me real slow
I thought I was in love with her
Longed to chat her up in my father's car
Talk was all we'd ever do
And I'd end up feeling blue
I was a lonely teenage pimply youth
Who thought he knew how to seek the truth
But nothing could my poor heart soothe
The day my first love died
I started singing . . .

Chorus

Now for ten weeks I've been on my own
Growing fat and losing tone
But that's not how it ought to be
Writing doleful songs for a love that's gone
Songs that ramble on and on and on
And wishing from that love to be set free
And with my parents looking on
Waiting for new love to dawn
But still I just felt spurned
Had a love that wasn't returned
Now my life's a fire without a spark
I wander lonely in the park
And sing sad dirges in the dark
Because my first love died
And I keep singing . . .

Chorus

Helter Skelter in a summer swealter
Try to find my heart some shelter
Trying to find something that will last
Looking for some peace of mind
And try to put the past behind
And knowing that in love I'm outclassed
Then a sudden waft of old perfume
Reminds me of my old love's tune
With her I'd like to dance
But I'll never get the chance
And so I tie myself in knots
Remembering all those whys and whats
And feel completely out of sorts
Because my first love died
I started singing . . .

Chorus

So here I am, still in this place
Might as well be lost in space
Perhaps someday I'll learn to start again
Learn to leave the old and love the new
It's just a phase I'm going through
And I'll start just looking for a brand new friend
And as I'm working through this stage
I think of my old love with rage
I did not know how well
She'd held me in her spell
And as the flames climbed high into the night
Next time I want it to be right
In love again I'll find delight
Although my old love died
Bemusedly singing

Chorus

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
And she smiled sweetly and said 'hello'
I went down to the sacred store
Where I'd bought the music years before
And she came with me, and said 'where shall we go?'
And in the streets all faces beamed
This was the best I'd ever dreamed
With joy my heart was ringing
I could hear angels singing
A new love now to replace the lost
A love worth the old bitter cost
Someone I now love the most
Because my old love died
And now we're singing . . .

My, My, we won't let this new love die
It fills us with singing and it makes us feel high
It puts wings on our hearts, and it means we can fly
We'll never let our new love die
We'll never let our new love die.

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: Mbo
Date: 18 Apr 00 - 07:50 PM

Oh my God, Brady....that's the one of the most beautiful things I've ever read in my life. I congratulate you, you are truly a master. Highest award possible for Bradypus, Aine!

--Mbo

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: KT
Date: 18 Apr 00 - 08:48 PM

Wow, Bradypus! A song that speaks of death and rebirth.....in sentiment and tune familiar to us all...Well done!!

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: Amos
Date: 19 Apr 00 - 03:29 PM

Man, give that Brady a laurel wreath! Quel artiste!

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: Spider Tom
Date: 20 Apr 00 - 05:16 AM

NOW HE'S GONE, AND LOST HIS HEAD

We grew up 'round the farm yard,
Started out as friends,
Him just half a rooster,
Me a chick, back then,
We'd run out in the sun,
And scratch around the hay,
In time he started chaseing me,
I didn't run away.

He grew, to quite a rooster,
I was his favoured hen, I was there, the first time,
He raised his comb.
I loved to sit and watch him crow,
We walked together, end to end, And he'd grab me by the feathers,
Now and then.

One sorry day, he lost his head,
As cocks, so often do,
Gone off,left the coop,
And he's flown.
He's gone, and joined a touring show,
Like some circus freak,
And how I pine for him,
He'll never know.

They might love you, then they leave you,
They may lay thee, then betraye thee,
They might use you, with no affection shown,
In the whirlpool, that's called Love,
When push comes to a shove,
It is better to have lost,
Than, never known.


Aine,
In a world of love and loss,
I have written a lyric, from a sad and rejected hen
Who once knew the Fruita Roosta', before he lost his head.
Is this an ode to rejection?
Or an undying love.

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: MMario
Date: 20 Apr 00 - 08:51 AM

Shouldn't there be some sort of super-duper prize for combining TWO song challenges into one?

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: Mbo
Date: 20 Apr 00 - 08:52 AM

I think it's called The Two-For-One Coupon, isn't it?

--Mbo

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: Áine
Date: 20 Apr 00 - 10:20 AM

Wow! Bradypus and Spider Tom -- you guys continue to just absolutely AMAZE me!! Somebody pick me up off the floor, I've been knocked off my feet again by all you Challenge!rs and your wonderful collective talent!

And yes, there is an award for combining Challenge!s -- The Golden Cow Chip with Two-Fer-One Coupon, and Spider Tom definitely qualifies with his roosta rejection entry.

Just a reminder for you all to check your entries and see if you've qualified for the Whole Bag O' Chips Special Award for winning all the other awards possible!

Gee whiz, you guys -- You're just the greatest!!

-- Áine

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: Áine
Date: 20 Apr 00 - 06:31 PM

*********************THE WINNERS ARE**********************

Once again, you have all amazed and amused -- Wonderful, wonderful Challenge! entries this time!! I'm as happy as a little girl *BG* With further adue, here are the well deserved awards:

Winners of the Golden Cow Chip Award with Harp Ribbon:
A Maiden's Plaint by SINSULL
Ballad of Rejection Amergin by Amergin
I Can Dream, Can't I? by MMario
Why Does Love Have To Die? by Bradypus

Winners of the Golden Cow Chip Award with Guinness Crest:
A Calmer Suitor by Spider Tom
First Crush by Hyperabid
Oh The Springtime, It Is Come by Bradypus

Winners of the Golden Cow Chip with Two-Fer-One Coupon:
Now He's Gone, And Lost His Head by Spider Tom

MUDCAT CHALLENGE!RS RULE!!!

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: Spider Tom
Date: 21 Apr 00 - 01:26 AM

Well pick me up ,
And sit me down,
I'm floating like,
A happy clown,
A smile has filled,
My hollow cheeks,
To you, I'll make,
My fingers spear,

Excitement fills my heart,
Oh Lord!
I've won the double chip award
It makes me feel so good, I run,
I'm gushing like,
The Flying Nun.

I know for sure
These chips are real
I've seen them laying,
In the field.
I held my nose though,
I confess,
To see the sweet smell,
Of success.

And it smelt a funny colour,
You listen.

Thanks Aine, Song Challenge,is an inspiration.

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: Hyperabid
Date: 25 Apr 00 - 04:16 AM

Ahh! Well done all challengers!

Hyp

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: SharonA
Date: 03 Aug 01 - 08:38 AM

*refresh*

Here's the first of my attempts to "catch up" by writing songs for Challenge!s that were issued before I became a Mudcatter (my goal is to write at least one song for every Challenge!... Y'know what they say: Hold fast to dreams...)


ÁINE'S FEATHER BED
(Tune: "Grandma's Feather Bed" by Jim Connor, recorded by John Denver)
Note: The numbers of past Challenge!s are indicated in parentheses, but these numbers are not to be sung.

When I was a little pretty girl
Just past puberty
We used to go down to Áine's house,
My young boyfriend and me.
She'd have chicken ghosts (8) and flying pigs (44)
And some guy squeezin' all the bread (40)
But the best darn thing about Áine's house
Was her CHALLENGE! feather bed.

It was Ireland-high and Texas-wide,
Soft as a dull man's di*k (16)
It was made from the feathers in all the CHALLENGE!s
With a mynah (56), a stork (5b) and a chick (42a).
Anything that flew was in there, too,
Like the drunkards who searched for the head (48).
It didn't make one peep, but we heard a lot of tunes
From Áine's feather bed!


Ate our fav'rite foods (9), then we'd make a fire
By burpin' Japanese brew (28).
Áine'd talk about the hole in her yard (52);
The mermaid sang a shanty or two (32).
My boy would pant and he'd watch her chest
Till my anger made him dread;
Next thing he'd know, he'd wake with a concussion
In the middle of the strange feather bed.

It was Ireland-high and Texas-wide,
Smooth as a barber's trick (17)
It was made from the feathers in all the CHALLENGE!s
With a duck (42a), headless rooster (22) and chick (59).
Anything that flew was in there, too,
Like the cow that sank ships, so they said (49).
We didn't make one peep, but we played our little tunes
On Áine's feather bed!


Well, I loved my boyfriend, he loved me,
He loved Caitrin's hash cookies, too (2).
He would sniff Sildenafil (60) and grope at tits with blind men (41).
He even spat Nick's chew! (55) – ew!!!
And so, one day, I had to make a choice
And to my boyfriend, I said
That I'd trade him in to the whole CHALLENGE! crowd
For Áine's feather bed.
I'd trade him in to the whole CHALLENGE! crowd
['cept for the ones inside the bed – I need them as stuffing]
For Áine's feather bed.

Yes, it's Ireland-high and Texas-wide,
Cream-bloated Twinkie-thick (19)
It was made from the feathers in all the CHALLENGE!s
With a songbird (20) and Carnival chick (11).
Anything that flew was in there, too,
Like the fox's blown-up carcass-shred (35).
It doesn't make one peep, but I sing a lot of tunes
'Bout Áine's feather bed!
It doesn't make one peep, but I sing a lot of tuuuuunes
'Bout Áine's feather beeeeeeeeed!


SharonA

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: MMario
Date: 03 Aug 01 - 08:55 AM

y'know? I wonder if at FSGW getaway we could have a "mudcat challenge sing" and air a few of the ditties people have written. it would be hysterical!

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: SharonA
Date: 03 Aug 01 - 09:10 AM

Indeed it would! I'm trying to do my part by singing one of my Challenge! songs each time I'm on Mudcat Radio (only twice so far, but I'm thinking about dropping by next week). But it would be so much more fun to sing 'em in a room with a bunch of other Challenge!rs!

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: Amos
Date: 03 Aug 01 - 09:54 AM

Sharon:

Absolutely wunnerful!! You just radiate talent and style!!

A

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: SharonA
Date: 03 Aug 01 - 09:58 AM

Duh, thanks.

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: SharonA
Date: 03 Aug 01 - 10:03 AM

Thanks, Amos. I think I should add a pronunciation guide, for those who don't know (I didn't, till I went on Mudcat Radio and she called in): Áine's name is pronounced "AHN-ya".

Sharon

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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: Áine
Date: 05 Aug 01 - 12:54 PM

Dear SharonA,

You are the newest proud member of Winners of the Imperial Order of the All-In-One Genius with Platinum Tufts Award!! Hoo-haw, Go Girl Go! Cudos, congrats and beaucoups mercis for adding yet another of your stellar songs to the Song Challenge!

-- Áine

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: Pinetop Slim
Date: 05 Aug 01 - 01:22 PM

In 1965, nursing a crush on a girl in biology class, this came out (to the tune of Malvina Reynolds' "Mrs. Clara Sullivan's Letter"). Whatever other verses I wrote are gratefully forgotten.
I dropped a coin in the wishin' well
And wished for a girl like Susie Bell
She's got red hair and dimpled cheeks
No prettier could you find if you searched for weeks
But she don't like me.

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: GUEST,SharonA at the library-- how do I make fadas
Date: 10 Aug 01 - 11:49 AM

A belated thanks to YOU, Aine!!! (sorry; I've been on vacation) Hmmm... thought I needed just one more award for the Whole Bag O' Chips, but I see by Song Challenge! part 63 that the ante has been upped! So I'm off to answer THAT Challenge! (More "catch-up" Challenge! songs will be posted next week when I'm back at MY computer again.)

SharonA

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: Trapper
Date: 14 Aug 01 - 02:00 PM

I'm playing Catch-Up with Sharon... here you go!

- Al

THE GAMES KIDS PLAY
Tune: Those Were The Days
New words by Al Boyce 8/14/01

Once upon a time there was a playground
Where I used to pull your pony tail
And you used to call me "Dork" and "Booger"
And I'd put bugs and worms in your lunch pail

CHORUS:
"You've got girl germs!", I said
"Boy Cooties never end!"
You hollered back, and turned your nose away.
"You throw just like a girl,"
I said and pulled your curls.
The games we played, oh yes the games kids play.

Na-na-na na-na na, na-na-na na-na na
The games we played, oh yes the games kids play.

Then you started growing out in strange ways
I'd smuggle smut with friends out to our fort
If I passed you in the hall, I'd blush, embarassed
And you read Glamour mags of every sort...

Then in school one day, the gym instructor
Said we were to mix the girls and boys
For dancing class required a dancing partner
And though annoyed, we were each others choice...

Now the years have flown, and we go strolling
Past the schoolyard where we used to play
And over by the swings, a girl was calling
"You Dork, untie my pigtails right away!"

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: Jack the Sailor
Date: 14 Aug 01 - 03:28 PM

Just a song

What Can I say René
It was so long ago
I never mentioned My Crush on you
So now you will never know

Of all of my Obsessions
Yours was the first
Of all of the pains I have suffered for love
Yours was the worst

I wish I had learned my lesson
then But I'm still learning
today I still find it hard to say the words
I still find them hard to say

Love is not for the weak of heart
Love's a mystery
Love is not an open book
Love is not for me

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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: SharonA
Date: 14 Aug 01 - 04:38 PM

Wow! Look what I (re)started! Nice work, guys!

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: Áine
Date: 14 Aug 01 - 06:08 PM

Wunnerful, wunnerful stuff, Trapper and Jack! Just shows to go that it's never too late for a good Challenge! Song -- So, here are your Chips:

Winners of the Super Special Sandstone Sheila-Na-Gig Ocarina Award (The Super Special Sandstone Sheila-Na-Gig Ocarina Award is given to the Challenge!rs who warm the cockles and create a special warm and fuzzy feeling in the heart of the Keeper of the Book in a song):

The Games Kids Play by Trapper
Just A Song by Jack the Sailor

Well done, you all! -- Áine

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: Aidan Crossey
Date: 15 Aug 01 - 11:58 AM

To the tune of the Limerick Rake

THE DERRYMACASH RAKE
When I was a boy I played in the bogs
Fishing for eels and capturing frogs
Or fogging in orchards, avoiding the dogs
That guarded the farmers' provisions
And jumping the ditches and kicking the ball
Swing over the river and shin down the wall
But when I turned thirteen, nothing mattered at all
'Cept courtin' and neckin' and kissin'
Weekly we'd gather down at Trasna hop
Where the girls came to boogie and shimmy and bop
And I need hardly tell you, my eyeballs near popped
At the sight of some those honeys
But being a lad, I did as lads do
I clung to the walls and I tried acting cool
Blowing out smoke rings, I looked like a fool
I smile now, but back then it weren't funny

The first time I copped, it was far from romantic
With lust and desire I was feeling quite frantic
I was told from the start there'd be no dirty antics
And so I could take 'er or leave 'er
We kissed and caressed behind Trasna Church
At the end of the night I was left in the lurch
She'd given it thought, her heart she had searched
But she had no call for my favour
From that day to this I've had my head turned
I've had my heart broke and my fingers been burned
I've been taken on board and then I've been spurned
But I doubt if I'm any exception
Since every man's thoughts when he reaches thirteen
Are dictated by lust and the need to be seen
With his arm round the waist of some pretty colleen
Who values his warmth and affection

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: Jack the Sailor
Date: 15 Aug 01 - 02:19 PM

Ah the Lion's club teen dances. All the boys leaning against the wall. All the girls parading by.... until the end of the evening when they play "Stairway to Heaven" Stairway to Heaven

Trowser Zeppelin

There's a story I hold that just begs to be told
About dancing to stairway to heaven
As I tell it I'm sure that the plot will unfold
With these words I do hope you won't be bored
Oh_oh__Oh oh ooh__
We were dancing to Stairway to heaven

There's a sign on the wall "Don't spit gum on the floor"
Cause you know we have trouble with cleaning
In a nook by the door a canteen that sells things
Most time none of the fellows are dancing

Oh___ it makes me wonder Oh___ it really makes me wonder.
There's a feeling I get when I look at her breast
and my hormones are heaving and raging
By the bus I have seen some kids that smoke as they please
and hear voices of boys who stand looking

Oh___ it makes me wonder
Oh___ it really makes me wonder

A request, and it's soon, for another fast tune
then the drummer will keep a loud rythm
And new guy will dance and he does it all wrong
While the rest all will taunt him with laughter

If theres a boner in your Levis dont be alarmed now
You are just horny for the prom queen
Yes there are two paths you can go by when you walk home
There's still time to ask her along

Your head is pounding and she wont go, that's if you dont know
That she is calling you to join her
Dear lady can you dance here so slow and did you know
your hairdo moves on the whispering wind

And as we walk on down the road
We find a grassy place to go
There walks her father we should know
Who shines flash light and wants to know
What we are doing in the cold
And if you wait until the spring
Your curfew will be up at last at last
We were alone and had a ball
We dance to rock so we can roll (in the hay)

We were dancing to Stairway to Heaven

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 23
From: Áine
Date: 16 Aug 01 - 09:21 AM

Wunnerful, wunnerful, wunnerful, you two. Hear ye, hear ye, you are both now proud (I hope) Winners of the Super Special Sandstone Sheila-Na-Gig Ocarina Award . . . Cudos, congrats and thanks for visiting the 'past' with such style and grace.

-- Áine