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Post by Captain Nudnick on Jun 15, 2005 11:52:03 GMT -5
Used to be popular on the old Family Favourites, that one... whatever happened to calypso?
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Post by Captain Nudnick on Jun 15, 2005 11:52:58 GMT -5
While we're on a Jake Thackray party, here's one of my favourites: On Again!, On Again! WONDERFUL Lyrics, Captain. Not heard that one before and it reads well out loud without knowing the tune, too.  Do you know his 'Leopold Alcocks' number? |
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Post by Nurse Duckett on Jun 15, 2005 12:27:20 GMT -5
The Equestrian Statue (Neil Innes: Bonzo Dog Doo Dah Band) There once was a very famous man On his famous horse he'd ride through the land The people used to see him everywhere When he died, they put a statue in the square (hooray) Here comes the Equestrian Statue Prancing up and down the square Little old ladies stop 'n' say "Well, I declare!" 
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Post by Nurse Duckett on Jun 15, 2005 12:32:24 GMT -5
Do you know his 'Leopold Alcocks' number? No, sorry, is it good? It took me so long to find a decent picture of an equestrian statue that I nearly tore my hair out. Bald Nursie Not.  |
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Post by Captain Nudnick on Jun 15, 2005 14:49:19 GMT -5
LEOPOLD ALCOCKS -- Words & Music Jake Thackray
Leopold Alcocks my distant relation
Came to my flat for a brief visitation
He's been here since Feb-ru-a-ry, blast and blast him!
My nerves and my furniture may not outlast him.
Leopold Alcocks is accident prone
He's lost my bath plug he's ruptured my telephone
My antirhinums my motorbike my sofa
There isn't anythng he can't trip over.
As he roams thro' my rooms all my pussy cats scatter, my
Statuettes tremble then plummet then shatter
My table lamps tumble with grim regularity
My cut glass has crumbled and so has my charity.
Leopold Alcocks, an uncanny creature
He can't take tea without some misadventure
He looks up from his tea cup with a smirk on his features
and a slice of my porcelain between his dentures.
He's upset my goldfish, he's jinxed my wisteria
My budgie's gone broody, my tortoise has hysteria.
He cleans my terapots, my saucepans with Brasso
And leaves choc'late fingerprints on my Picasso
Leopold Alcocks - never known to fail
Working his way through my frail chippendale.
One blow from his thighs, which are fearsomely strong,
Would easily fracture the wing of a swan.
I brought home my bird for some turkish moussaka
Up looms old Leopold - I know when I'm knackered
He spills the vino, the great eager beaver,
Drenching her jump-suit and my joi de vivre.
Leopold Alcocks, stirring my spleen
You are the grit in my life's vaseline.
A pox on you Alcocks, you've been here since Feb'ry
Go home and leave me alone with my debris.
So Leopold Alcocks my distant relation
Has gone away home after his visitation
I glimpsed him waving bye-bye this last minute
Waving his hand with my door knob still in it.
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Post by Nurse Duckett on Jun 15, 2005 17:03:27 GMT -5
It's brilliant, Captain. I see now why you love limericks so much. Did you like the Jolly Sailor piccie? I tracked it down especially and nearly posted that dammed fine looking sailor on the Players Cigarettes packet - had a crush on him when I was a gel. As you do. mind you, he looks a bit like George V. That's the King. Not George Vanyoldone. |
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Tiger Lil'
Islander
ahoy! avast! apostrophe!
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Post by Tiger Lil' on Jun 15, 2005 17:10:49 GMT -5
Like a bird on the wire, Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free. Like a worm on a hook, Like a knight from some old fashioned book I have saved all my ribbons for thee. If i, if I have been unkind, I hope that you can just let it go by. If i, if I have been untrue I hope you know it was never to you. Like a baby, stillborn, Like a beast with his horn I have torn everyone who reached out for me. But I swear by this song And by all that I have done wrong I will make it all up to thee. I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch, He said to me, you must not ask for so much. And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door, She cried to me, hey, why not ask for more? Oh like a bird on the wire, Like a drunk in a midnight choirhave tried in my way to be free.  |
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Pooka
Islander
shell we dance?
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Post by Pooka on Jun 15, 2005 18:43:19 GMT -5
by Michael Nesmith ~ | See the lazy windmills slowly turning
Cutting up the marble canyons of the sky
See the dust around my feet go churning
Moving with the winds down the highways
Of goodbyes
Standing in the lonely light of the silver moon
Looking over maps of memories for the road
Standing in the lonely light of the silver moon
With the unexpected destination of my home
Half the thoughts I'm thinking speak in sighs
As that same old wave of loneliness returns
And I can see you when I close my eyes
Speaking very softly as you turned
Standing in the lonely light of the silver moon
Looking over maps of memories for the road
Standing in the lonely light of the silver moon
With the unexpected destination of my home |
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Pooka
Islander
shell we dance?
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Post by Pooka on Jun 15, 2005 18:59:09 GMT -5
Shake, shake, shake Senora
Shake your body line
Shake, shake, shake Senora
Shake it all the time
Work, work, work Senora
Work your body line
Work, work, work Senora
Work it all the time
My girl's name is Senora
I tell you friends I adore her
When she dances oh, brother
She's a hurricane
In all kinds of weather
Jump in the line rock your body in time...You can talk about cha-cha
Tango, waltz or the rhumba
Senora's dance has no title
Jump in the saddle
Hold on to the bridle | Senora she's a sensation
The reason for aviation
And fellas you've got to watch it
When she wind up she bottom
She go like a rocket Jump in the line rock your body in time...
Senora dances calypso
Left to right is the tempo
And when she gets the sensation
She go up in the air
Come down in slow motion
Shake, shake, shake Senora
Shake your body line
Shake, shake, shake Senora
Shake it all the time
Work, work, work Senora
Work your body line
Work, work, work Senora
Work it all the time |
 Jump In The Line (Shake, Senora)
by Harry Belafonte |
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Post by seasaw on Jun 15, 2005 22:26:56 GMT -5
tiger lil,i rather share your passion for leonard cohen songs... so here is one more...
I lit a thin green candle, to make you jealous of me.
But the room just filled up with mosquitos,
they heard that my body was free.
Then I took the dust of a long sleepless night
and I put it in your little shoe.
And then I confess that I tortured the dress
that you wore for the world to look through.
I showed my heart to the doctor: he said I just have to quit.
Then he wrote himself a prescription,
and your name was mentioned in it!
Then he locked himself in a library shelf
with the details of our honeymoon,
and I hear from the nurse that he's gotten much worse
and his practice is all in a ruin.
I heard of a saint who had loved you,
so I studied all night in his school.
He taught that the duty of lovers
is to tarnish the golden rule.
And just when I was sure that his teachings were pure
he drowned himself in the pool.
His body is gone but back here on the lawn
his spirit continues to drool.
An Eskimo showed me a movie
he'd recently taken of you:
the poor man could hardly stop shivering,
his lips and his fingers were blue.
I suppose that he froze when the wind took your clothes
and I guess he just never got warm.
But you stand there so nice, in your blizzard of ice,
oh please let me come into the storm.
... i am still studying 'the duty over lovers, to tarnish the golden rule...'
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Post by Captain Nudnick on Jun 16, 2005 2:16:06 GMT -5
It's brilliant, Captain. I see now why you love limericks so much. Did you like the Jolly Sailor piccie? I tracked it down especially and nearly posted that dammed fine looking sailor on the Players Cigarettes packet - had a crush on him when I was a gel. As you do. mind you, he looks a bit like George V. That's the King. Not George Vanyoldone. D'you mean the Cap'n Birdseye pic? I was a Senior Service smoker in my 20s, but clearly remember the John Player's sailor, in his Victorian sailor hat. George V was, apparently, a bit of an old ogre... |
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Post by Captain Nudnick on Jun 16, 2005 2:18:56 GMT -5
What is it with people on message boards and Leonard Cohen? Is it a generational thing? I remember girls in bed-sits with Dansette record-players dispensing ghastly instant coffee while ole Len whined away... him and Dylan...
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Post by Nurse Duckett on Jun 16, 2005 2:44:54 GMT -5
D'you mean the Cap'n Birdseye pic? I was a Senior Service smoker in my 20s, but clearly remember the John Player's sailor, in his Victorian sailor hat. George V was, apparently, a bit of an old ogre... No, he was an old softie. Brand New Key Lyrics By Rasputina I rode my bicycle past your window last night I rollerskated to your door at daylight. It almost seems like you're avoiding me. I'm o.k. alone but you've got something I need... I've got a brand new pair of rollerskates You've got a brand new key. I think that we should get together and try them on to see. I been lookin around awhile, you got something for me. I got a brand new pair of rollerskates You got a brand new key.  just for Pooks |
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Post by Pooks on Jun 16, 2005 4:27:43 GMT -5
just for Pooks  Thank you, Nursie!
~xoxo~ |
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Post by Captain Nudnick on Jun 16, 2005 5:06:34 GMT -5
Jump In The Line (Shake, Senora)
by Harry Belafonte There's some calypso for you, Cap'n. Thank you... I wonder what kind of tempo "left to right" is? Probably the same sort of direction as "allegro ma non troppo"... |
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