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Song Challenge! - Part 72

02 Dec 01 - 05:18 PM (#602294)
Subject: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 72
From: Áine

TGG thought that you all could stand a change from the 'creature' oriented Challenge!s this time -- So, she went a found this little tale that reminded her of that commercial with the tree-catching competition in it . . . and besides that, she just couldn't pass up any story that had the words Pashan Pud in it (could you?)!! ;-) Go for it, Challenge!rs --

They Sure Know How To Pitch A Party In Pashan Pud! . . . (August 2001, Uttar Pradesh, India) -- Thousands of Indian villagers have celebrated an annual festival by throwing stones at each other.

Nearly 250 people were injured during the Pashann Pud stone-throwing event near Nainital in Uttar Pradesh. Doctors report mainly head and eye injuries.

Villagers arranged themselves into two groups to throw the stones.

The tradition dates back several hundred years to when one member of the community was sacrificed each year to appease the village's goddess.

The injured were given first aid on the spot and many were transported to hospital.

The victims described their injuries as a "kind of blessing from the goddess", United News Of India reports.

In past times, when a chosen young man's parents appealed to the king to spare his life, villagers were ordered to compensate with their blood.

There are no rules about the size of stones that can be used during the festival.

02 Dec 01 - 07:15 PM (#602349)
Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 72
From: SINSULL

"Unless you've made no mistakes in your life
Be careful of stones that you throw"

02 Dec 01 - 08:35 PM (#602426)
Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 72
From: MMario

oh my! WAY too tired to do justice to this tonight - but will try to sleep on it and hopefully will come up with something.

02 Dec 01 - 11:57 PM (#602525)
Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 72
From: Amos

Pashan Pud

Tune: Abilene

Pashan Pud, Pashan Pud,
They don't care for Fashion FUD,
They just throw them stones for blood,
In Pashan Pud!

Clonked old Januli with a chunk of ice,
Wrapped 'round granite and did it twice,
He turned around and saidm Hey, that's not gneiss,
In Pashun Pud

Pashun Pud, Pashun Pud,
Never drag your name through the mud,
They'll just stone you til they draw your blood
In Pashan Pud

Little Bashar, grew up on a farm,
No special talents but is strong right arm,
Know he'll never come to harm,
in Pashan Pud!

Pashan Pud, Pashan Pud,
No place to sit and chew on cud,
Only the strong-ams surviv e there, bud,
In Pashan Pud!

Half the town, out like a light
Lying around in the early night
Bleeding from all them rock-concert delights
In Pashan Pud!

Pashan Pud, Pashan Pud
Big chunks of granite landing in the mud,
Better duck and guard your stud,
In Pashan Pud!

03 Dec 01 - 12:36 AM (#602539)
Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 72
From: Amergin

kinda brings to mind bob dylan's rainy day women 12 & 35....

(i hope I have the title right)

03 Dec 01 - 12:39 AM (#602540)
Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 72
From: Bert

...that's not gneiss... Gawd Amos, you trying to usurp Atr's esteemed position here at the Cat?

03 Dec 01 - 02:02 AM (#602560)
Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 72
From: Clifton53

'Ol Pashan Pud
( Tune is "The Tennessee Stud")

Back just a few short months ago
I rode out lookin' for thrills ya' know?
I found a little town of turf and mud
The name of the place was 'Ol Pashan Pud

Met a little lady outside of that town
I said " my dear can I carry you down"?
She said " please do,take me down there bud"
And on we rode into 'Ol Pashan Pud

Chorus

'Ol Pashan Pud was pretty and green
But man were some of those folks kinda mean
Whippin' big rocks from dark 'til sun
Never seen a place like 'Ol Pashan Pud

I had some trouble with her brother in law
The man had an arm like Tug McGraw
She said "don't worry, keep your eyes peeled hon"
" It's how we survive in 'Ol Pashun Pud"

He threw a big rock 'bout the size of my fist
I said to the lady " that sucker just missed"!
The bumps and bruises then began to stun
" Some place ya' got here this 'Ol Pashun Pud"

Chorus

Next thing I knew I was on the ground
With big jaggy stones fallin' all around
The pretty little lady, well off she run
High-tailin' it out of 'Ol Pashun Pud

Bloodied up good I took in stock
Then I got bashed by another big rock
I tell ya' this 'burg here ain't no fun
Better stay away from 'Ol Pashun Pud

Chorus

Now I'm layin' in a hospital bed
'Bout fifty-seven stitches in my freakin' head
The nurse said " go now, the festival's done"
It's a cause for celebration down in 'Ol Pashun Pud

I rode out of there as fast as I could
And I ain't goin' back, no sir, no good,
And I never found out just which side won
Didn't know what hit me down in 'Ol Pashun Pud

Chorus

Clifton

'puns' to 'puds' per request by mudelf ;-)

03 Dec 01 - 10:19 AM (#602668)
Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 72
From: Jack the Sailor

AND IT STONED ME

Vandeloo Morrison

Half a world away from here, is a place called Pashan Pud
If you ever go down there, wear your helmet bud
Hands full of throwing rocks, and they'll toss them at your back
Don't just stand there getting popped, prepare for your defence

Oh, they're crazy
Oh, they're crazy
Oh, they're crazy
Getting their rocks off on me
And they stoned me yes indeed
Stoned me just to make me bleed
And they stoned me
And they stoned me yes indeed
Causing greivous injury
And they stoned me

And won't let up, until sun goes down, or nat least until you cry
Cause they know, its all in fun unless you lose an eye
Don't be a louse, there's no glass house anywhere on their road
So pick up the rock and be a jock and throw at their heads instead.

Oh, they're crazy
Oh, they're crazy
Oh, they're crazy
Slinging slate at me
And they stoned me yes indeed
Stoned me just to make me bleed
And they stoned me
And they stoned me yes indeed
Causing greivous injury
And they stoned me

On the way back home you'll sing a song, with your faces caked in blood
As you apply the iodine, you'll sing of Pashan Pud
You'll go to a home all tender and moan, Oh "I am barely seeing."
And the nurse who tut-tuts as she stitches your cuts
will say "Hey! There you are being."

Oh, they're crazy
Oh, they're crazy
Oh, they're crazy
propelling pebbles at me
And they stoned me yes indeed
Stoned me just to make me bleed
And they stoned me
And they stoned me yes indeed
Causing greivous injury
And they stoned me

03 Dec 01 - 10:28 AM (#602674)
Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 72
From: Clifton53

Mayhaps the mudelves could help me here? Changing my 'puns' to 'puds' and damn the rhyme and delete my OOOPPPPS posting, thereby making me feel like I didn't pull me pud on this one?? Muchas gracias.

Clifton

03 Dec 01 - 11:34 AM (#602712)
Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 72
From: MMario

PASHANN PUD
(Tune:Fiddler's Green)

As I walked near Nainital in Uttar Pradesh
(A place that's in India, if you couldn't guess)
I heard a young villager singing this song
"Come on throw a rock before they're all gone!"

Toss a rock for the goddess's blessing!
Make sure it is solid, not mud.
The size doesn't matter,
If blood's gonna splatter
At our rock throwing contest in Pashann Pud!

Thank the stars that we live in times modern
With medics on hand and a hospital near
There's barely a person here bearing a scar
Though we stone one another, most regular!

Chorus:

Grab yourself a good handful of granite
Or a rock that's of some other sort
Then haul off and heave it, try to cause bleedin'
It's only tradition in old Pashann Pud

03 Dec 01 - 12:30 PM (#602746)
Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 72
From: Jack the Sailor

One, two, three o'clock,
Four o'clock rock
Five, six, seven o'clock
Eight o'clock rock
Nine ten eleven o'clock
Twelve o'clock rock
We're gonna rock them in the clock today!!!

Put your sari on and join me hun
I'm gonna hit you with a stone
We're gonna rock 'em in the clock today
We're gonna rock 'em til they go away
We're gonna rock them in the clock to day.

When our rocks strike two, three or four
We won't see Al but we'll see some gore
We're gonna rock 'em in the clock today
Were gonna make them sorry rockers pay
We're gonna rock them in the clock today.

When our rocks strike Five, six or Seven
We'll be sending them to Heaven
We're gonna rock 'em in the clock today
Were gonna make them sorry rockers pay
We're gonna rock them in the clock today.

When our rocks strike eight, nine and ten
we're gonna hit them with our rocks again
We're gonna rock 'em in the clock today
That's the Uttar Pradesh way
Don't you wish you were back in the USA.

03 Dec 01 - 12:33 PM (#602750)
Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 72
From: MMario

*sputter!* please pass the Screen cleaner, and a couple towels...

at least I missed the keyboard

03 Dec 01 - 05:11 PM (#602945)
Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 72
From: Aidan Crossey

See, what'll happen is eventually the attention of the law will turn to this tradition and an attempt will be made to ban it (thereby sending it underground). And an Indian folksinger, who's spent a bit of time in Irish pubs, will pen the following, to the tune of The Wearing Of The Green/The Rising Of The Moon (and to be sung in your mind's ear just as earnestly as the pub bore renders the originals at chucking-out time).

Oh then Ravi dear, and did you hear?
The news is far from good.
The law's concerned, its gaze is turned
And it falls on Pashan Pud.
As I live and breathe, the law's decreed -
It chills me to the bone -
From now on hence it's an offence ...
The casting of the stone!

The casting of the stone-o
The casting of the stone
From now on hence it's an offence ...
The casting of the stone!

Year on year from far and near
We see the revellers flock
To throw, to shunt, to fling, to punt
To catapult some rocks.
The bandaged heads, the left-for-dead
The urgent plastercasts,
The dazed, concussed must make a fuss
Or be relics of the past.

Relics of the past-o
Relics of the past
The dazed, concussed must make a fuss
Or be relics of the past

Ah, but Ravi dear the law will hear.
Our screams will rend the sky.
For Pashan Pud is in our blood
We'll never let it die.
Each honest man can join our band
You need not stand alone
And loud and high we'll raise our cry
The casting of the stone.

The casting of the stone-o
The casting of the stone
And loud and high we'll raise our cry
The casting of the stone

03 Dec 01 - 06:28 PM (#602994)
Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 72
From: mousethief

Okay, I shall!

Holy Day Women (and men) Numbers 13 and 3.14159
Tune: you know...

Well they'll stone you if you come to Pashan Pud.
They'll stone you till you're lying in the mud.
They'll stone you with a big rock and a small
They'll stone you until to the earth you fall
But I would not feel so all alone
Everybody there gets stoned!

Yes they'll stone you on their yearly holiday
They'll stone you in the good, old-fashioned way
They'll stone you though their custom is the oddest
They'll stone you in the name of their goddess
But I would not feel so all alone
Everybody there gets stoned!

Yeah they'll stone you till your members quake with fear
They'll stone you just like they did last year
They'll stone you and expect an acquital
They'll stone you then take you to hospital
But I would not feel so all alone
Everybody there gets stoned!

They'll stone you standing in opposing lines
They'll stone you till you're lame or halt or blind
They'll stone you cos their goddess is a meanie
They'll stone you so be tough and not a weenie
But I would not feel so all alone
Everybody there gets stoned!

03 Dec 01 - 06:48 PM (#603000)
Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 72
From: mousethief

The Ballad of Pashan Pud
Tune: any number of folk ballad tunes; you pick

I'll sing you a story that's not very long
All about the dangers of listening wrong
Be careful you're hearing what you think you hear
Of the importance of this, I will tell you in song

Now an Indian lass who set racing my blood
Said, "won't you come home and see my 'passion pud'?"
I followed that lass, as any single man might
Whilst chomping desire like a cow chews its cud

Expecting good loving, imagine my shock
To come over the ridge and be hit by a rock!
I was sprawled on the ground while my temple gushed blood
Releasing the tension built up in my -- um -- male organ.

It seems that this village had quite a strange feast
To honor their goddess (who sounds quite the beast!)
They throw rocks at each other each year on that day
When my hopes for a little "passion pud" whªªE(&oþdëdK©òðK¹Xc'¤PÿÿLð@Ëg>Ù¤`üü})’¶ÇÀ9¦Œn%²;÷¦Û°a›û˜PEX‚Aœ÷&³Šd8ÅO/<“Ö’ may come to bewail
Don't go near the village they call Pashan Pud
Even in the pursuit of hot Indian tail.

I'm almost ashamed to say this, but
Copyright ©2001 Alex Riggle. All Rights Reserved.

line breaks and bold fixed by per request by mudelf ;-)

03 Dec 01 - 06:53 PM (#603003)
Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 72
From: mousethief

Ooops! Could an elf please fix the line breaks and unbold the last half of the song? Thanks! And you can delete this post too if you would.

Alex

03 Dec 01 - 08:57 PM (#603068)
Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 72
From: Deda

Wow, mousethief, two in rapid succession. Very impressive. Here's another Irish version, this to the tune of Molly Malone (alive, alive-oh)

In Pashud Pud city
The girls aren't so pretty
They all have black eyes and big lumps on their heads.
They get up at daybreak
Throw stones till their arms ache
And then they're hauled off to their hospital beds
To bed, to bed oh,
To bed, to bed oh,
They're hauled off and patched up in hospital beds

They're joined by their mothers
And sisters and brothers
And fathers and cousins and uncles and aunts.
They're all hurling missiles
And hollering "This'll
Show you guys!" and then they give prayerful thanks
Give thanks, give thanks oh
Give thanks, give thank oh
They fall to their knees and give prayerful thanks.

It sounds rather funny
But their moods are quite sunny
They don't seem to mind being banged up and scraped
They say that they're grateful
For wounds by the platefull
In place of the much worse fate they've escaped
Escaped, escaped oh
Escaped, escaped oh
They're all tickled pink at the fate they've escaped.

So the stones keep on flying
But nobody's dying
At the end of the day they all get to go home
So they'll throw stones and wait till
This system turns fatal
And then they'll regroup and trade pillows for stones
Trade pillows for sto-ones,
Trade pillows for sto-ones
Someday the whole world will trade pillows for stones.

04 Dec 01 - 10:54 AM (#603369)
Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 72
From: mousethief

Nicely done, Deda!

Alex

04 Dec 01 - 11:59 AM (#603420)
Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 72
From: Aidan Crossey

To the tune of that classic jig, The Blackthorn Stick!

In Uttar Pradesh there's a bit of a feis,
Oh Christ, what a sesh!, in oul' Pashan Pud.
The whole place is littered with people in flitters
And others, embittered, are streaming with blood.
There's champion flingers and number one slingers
Their rocks are like Stingers and deadly their aim.
The faintish of heart should refuse to take part
Or drop out at the start of this devilish game.

When struck on the napper, I near came a cropper
But I had a whopper balled up in me fist.
I spied the oul' shite, who near put out me lights
As he threw out of spite and never yet missed.
My aim it was true and I needn't tell you
The air it turned blue as he roared and he raged.
Then he screamed out in pain as I lamped him again
And he lashed out in vain like an animal caged.

But then I got a shock, I got whacked with a rock
Four square in me clock, delivered with force.
I sought out my foe and delivered a blow
And he doesn't yet know the cause or the source.
For his temple I found and he made not a sound
But fell to the ground and he lay as if dead.
Which brought forth a cheer from those to my rear
And made the way clear for our forging ahead.

04 Dec 01 - 12:32 PM (#603446)
Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 72
From: Áine

Hey you all! Sorry I went AWOL on ya, but put the blame on AT&T and/or Excite (bad cess to both of 'em!!) -- But, I'm back online now, so here are your Silver B.L.O.B.s that I know you've been pining for . . .

To Amos, who's supposedly 'resting' with his delicate condition, for:

Half the town, out like a light
Lying around in the early night
Bleeding from all them rock-concert delights
In Pashan Pud!

To (slightly confused) Clifton, who went from pud to pun to pud, for summing up things so nicely with this verse:

Now I'm layin' in a hospital bed
'Bout fifty-seven stitches in my freakin' head
The nurse said " go now, the festival's done"
It's a cause for celebration down in 'Ol Pashun Pud

To Jack the Sailor, for his very athletic take on the pud situation, for:

And won't let up, until sun goes down, or nat least until you cry
Cause they know, its all in fun unless you lose an eye
Don't be a louse, there's no glass house anywhere on their road
So pick up the rock and be a jock and throw at their heads instead.

AND for righteously rocking us all with:

When our rocks strike Five, six or Seven
We'll be sending them to Heaven
We're gonna rock 'em in the clock today
Were gonna make them sorry rockers pay
We're gonna rock them in the clock today.

To MMario, for proving that when it comes to puds, size doesn't matter, with:

Toss a rock for the goddess's blessing!
Make sure it is solid, not mud.
The size doesn't matter,
If blood's gonna splatter
At our rock throwing contest in Pashann Pud!

To derrymacash, a chara chóir, for the wonderful poetry of:

Ah, but Ravi dear the law will hear.
Our screams will rend the sky.
For Pashan Pud is in our blood
We'll never let it die.
Each honest man can join our band
You need not stand alone
And loud and high we'll raise our cry
The casting of the stone.

AND another B.L.O.B. for this rousing party cry (and it ain't 'Play Freebird!'):

When struck on the napper, I near came a cropper
But I had a whopper balled up in me fist.
I spied the oul' shite, who near put out me lights
As he threw out of spite and never yet missed.
My aim it was true and I needn't tell you
The air it turned blue as he roared and he raged.
Then he screamed out in pain as I lamped him again
And he lashed out in vain like an animal caged.

And here's a couple S.B.L.O.B.s for mousethief -- the first one for this verse, and high praise for the 'oddest/goddess' rhyme (but I loved the 'meanie/weenie' thing, too!):

Yes they'll stone you on their yearly holiday
They'll stone you in the good, old-fashioned way
They'll stone you though their custom is the oddest
They'll stone you in the name of their goddess
But I would not feel so all alone
Everybody there gets stoned!

And the second one for this very organic verse:

Now an Indian lass who set racing my blood
Said, "won't you come home and see my 'passion pud'?"
I followed that lass, as any single man might
Whilst chomping desire like a cow chews its cud

To Deda, for a very cockle-warming take on the Puddlians' foolish feis:

So the stones keep on flying
But nobody's dying
At the end of the day they all get to go home
So they'll throw stones and wait till
This system turns fatal
And then they'll regroup and trade pillows for stones
Trade pillows for sto-ones,
Trade pillows for sto-ones
Someday the whole world will trade pillows for stones.

04 Dec 01 - 03:11 PM (#603546)
Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 72
From: Deda

"Everyone has won, and all must have prizes!" -- from Alice in Wonderland. That's my idea of a great competition. Thanks, thanks, Aine, for creating a truly win-win operation.

04 Dec 01 - 04:45 PM (#603618)
Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 72
From: mousethief

Don't go home yet, Deda! Those were just the S.B.L.O.B.s. You get a Silver B.L.O.B. just for submitting. After a time, she will award the spittoons too! The Song Challenge!(TM) is truly a win-win operation, and Aine (aka the Goddess of Garrulosity) is the greatest hostess a songwriting challenge could ever have!

(Note how it's cleverly called a challenge and not a contest? We're not competing against each other, we're being challenged by the subject matter and the exigencies of the English language. I'd never noticed this before Deda made her comment. Very nice!)

Alex

04 Dec 01 - 04:50 PM (#603624)
Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 72
From: MMario

ha! but how many "g's" can one fit into a description of Our Great Green Glorious Gaelic Goddess of Garrulosity, Glee and Glibness?

04 Dec 01 - 04:53 PM (#603630)
Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 72
From: mousethief

I refuse to get into a contest on that chord. Actually it's a single note, like a guitar string.

No, Mmario, I won't have a g-string contest with you.

alex

04 Dec 01 - 05:28 PM (#603662)
Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 72
From: Jack the Sailor

To paraphrase the tiger

She's GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGreat!!!

04 Dec 01 - 05:52 PM (#603677)
Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 72
From: Áine

Geez guys, I'm g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-gushing! ;-)

Who loves her Challenge!rs?

ME! -- you know, that redhead dressed all in green up in the clouds o'erflowing with garrulosity (and you all thought it was a passing bird) -- ;-)

-- TGG

04 Dec 01 - 06:01 PM (#603687)
Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 72
From: mousethief

Goddess, goddess, in the sky...

04 Dec 01 - 09:41 PM (#603891)
Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 72
From: Amos

Now there's a question for you -- why do we park all our deities in the attic? I kinda think of TGG as a lime-flavored Aphrodite rising up in the surf on a seashell, kinda thing. Lime green bubbles drifiting around her long red tresses -- and a one, and a two.....

05 Dec 01 - 10:45 AM (#604227)
Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 72
From: mousethief

Amos -- I think it has to do with thunder and lightning. I could be wrong.

Alex

05 Dec 01 - 11:37 AM (#604247)
Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 72
From: Deda

Surely you guys know all about how the matriarchal earth goddess culture, where deities inhabited the land, dirt, earth, caves, etc., were overrun and replaced by the patriarchal sky-god culture? The book is "When God was a Woman" by Merlin Stone. There are also others, but that covers the ground. It's this conflict, struggle and evenutal marriage between earth-goddess and sky-father, in and around Greece and that part of the Mediterranean, that settles out into Zeus-Hera and the Greco-Roman cosmology.

05 Dec 01 - 12:06 PM (#604263)
Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 72
From: mousethief

Yeah we know that, Deda, but your comment appears to presuppose that we were being serious. We were just having fun with Aine's (self-appointed?) moniker, the Gaelic Goddess. The whole history of the --what's the word?-- anyway, the coming-together of various religious cultures in the Mediterranean mixing-bowl is a very fascinating and worthy subject. But we was just sportin'.

Personally I think she really meant to call herself the Garlic Goddess. Note how close "e" and "r" are on a Qwerty keyboard. They practically touch. Now if I had to choose between attending a worship service for the Gaelic Goddess and one for the Garlic Goddess, it would be Garlic hands down. Garlic plays a far greater role in my life than anything gaelic.

Anyway welcome to the Mudcat, Deda, and I hope your entry in the present Challenge! is a harbinger of many such to come!

Alex

05 Dec 01 - 12:27 PM (#604280)
Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 72
From: Jack the Sailor

Or perhaps a hamburger of things to come? Notice the similarity of "m","u" and "r" to "r", "u" and "n"!!!

Yes Deda, keep up the good work! I like this rhyme.

They get up at daybreak
Throw stones till their arms ache

But expecting intelligent conversation may be a little too much for us.

05 Dec 01 - 12:36 PM (#604290)
Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 72
From: mousethief

Speak for yourself, Jack! I have intelligent conveersation every time I'm alone in a room. Padded, usually.

Alex

05 Dec 01 - 12:47 PM (#604296)
Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 72
From: MMario

I had an intelligent conversation once. I think.

05 Dec 01 - 01:12 PM (#604312)
Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 72
From: mousethief

Don't look at me. I wasn't there.

05 Dec 01 - 05:44 PM (#604503)
Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 72
From: Áine

All right now, boys -- That's enough about TGG ;-)

Let's talk about YOU ALL and your wonderful and rockin' Pud Songs!!! Great job, as usual, even though the going was a wee bit rocky at times, you all made it over the precipice, and now you can all rest on your Golden Cow Chips -- Congrats and cudos to all you STONERS! (hahaha):

Winners of the Golden Cow Chip with Shamrock Cluster (The Shamrock Cluster is awarded for a very high level of imagination, imagery, and/or creative use of language in a song):

And It Stoned Me by Vandeloo Morrison (a/k/a Jack the Sailor)
'Ol Pashan Pud by Clifton53

Winners of the Golden Cow Chip with Harp Ribbon (The Harp Ribbon is given for being able to make The Keeper of the Book fall on the floor laughing OR make her short out her keyboard with tears):

Holy Day Women (and men) Numbers 13 and 3.14159 by mousethief
Pashann Pud by MMario
Rock Them In The Clock by Jack the Sailor

Winners Of The Golden Cow Chip Award With Memorial MMario Silverplated Spittoon (The GCCWMMSPS is awarded to the Challenge! entry which evokes an instantaneous bubbling up of frothy mirth from out of the lips of the Keeper of the Book and onto her monitor screen):

A Bit Of A Feis by derrymacash

Winners of the Golden Cow Chip with Doo-Lyn Ditty Digger Decoration (The Doo-Lyn Ditty Digger Decoration is awarded for the best cow chip chunking Country version of a song in a Challenge!):

Pashan Pud by Amos

Winners of the Golden Cow Chip with 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 Casting of the Stone by derrymacash
Pillows for Stones by Deda

-- TGG, Áine, Red -- call me whatever you want to, just don't call me late for supper (or a pint!) ;-)

05 Dec 01 - 06:19 PM (#604530)
Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 72
From: Amos

Wow!! A Doolynn Ditty Special!!

BTW, just for the record, the TGG was NOT self-anointed. It was decreed by a Higher Power to which we all must accede that she was in fact Gaelic and Goddess in One.

Not that she declined the honor, you understand....

05 Dec 01 - 06:34 PM (#604545)
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From: Deda

Boy, this is about the most coolest bunch of thugs that my brother ever led me into the acquaintance of (or, into the acquaintance of whom...). I'd like to thank my mother and father, my brother, and all the members of the Gaelic Garlic Goddess academy. I'm going to hang my Golden Cow Chip up in the main Upstairs library of the south wing, I think. The staff there will keep it nicely polished.

05 Dec 01 - 07:01 PM (#604560)
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From: Áine

Dear Deda,

I'm so happy that your Golden Cow Chip will be hung (and well hung too, I'm sure!) in such a place of honour. However, you need to turn it over and read the label on the bottom:

Warning: Excessive polishing of Golden Cow Chips can be extremely satisfying, but extremely addictive. Directions for Use: Collect obsessively and let your imagination run wild!!! Not for use by the faint of heart or narrow of mind.

-- She Who Wears The Garrulous Garlic G-String ;-)

05 Dec 01 - 11:52 PM (#604731)
Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 72
From: alison

I was just wondering about the "Sheila-Na-Gig Ocarina Award"........... is it a stupid question to ask exactly where you have to blow?????? *grin*

great songs guys

slainte

alison

05 Dec 01 - 11:57 PM (#604735)
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From: Áine

Dear alison, a chara,

FINALLY!!! Somebody gets the joke!! Brilliant!! alison, my dear, you've just been awarded an Honourable Sheila-na-Gig Ocarina Award for solving the puzzle of the ages (hahaha!) Well done, my friend!

-- Áine

06 Dec 01 - 12:03 AM (#604737)
Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 72
From: alison

lol.......

you are BAD!!!!!!.... but I shall treasure my award forever... but does that make anyone who can play it a cunning linguist? (sorry.. couldn't resist!!)

and for those of you who still don't know check this out

slainte

alison

06 Dec 01 - 08:52 AM (#604852)
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From: MMario

oh heck - got THAT figgered out the first time the award came out.

06 Dec 01 - 01:05 PM (#604984)
Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 72
From: mousethief

What? No golden cow chip for me other song? How about a silver cow chip? Bronze? Lead? Plaster-of-Paris?

Alex

06 Dec 01 - 01:45 PM (#605035)
Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 72
From: Áine

Dang, Alex - give me a chance, will ya? I got your song in toto just a few minutes ago, and I have posted in the Challenge! Winners. Keep your pants on, sonny jim!

The Ballad of Pashan Pud by mousethief has been awarded The Golden Cow Chip Award With Memorial MMario Silverplated Spittoon, and was late to the award list because my new AT&T broadband service kept screwing up the symbols in mousethief's post.

-- Áine

06 Dec 01 - 03:46 PM (#605128)
Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 72
From: mousethief

I didn't put any symbols in it, by the way -- methinks the elf made a booboo.

Alex