Dum-a-diddle

[Tiassa]

All-Purpose Folk Song (Child Ballad #1) (Gaiman/Garland/Bull)

There’s a ship a-sort of sinking in the harbor
And my lover is come down from the sea
Or fens, or heather
Fair maid, he sings, oh show me to your chamber door
Or arbor,
And he means me well
Or ill
Or he ignores me altogether.

Ah, my love he is a knight so bold,
Impressive in his ardour
Or a minstrel or a pirate
With his thighs and arms so firm
With a mandolin or an angry grin and a dead wife in the larder
And somewhere around this point in the song someone normally gets transformed into a loathly worm.

Sing dum-a-diddle, dum-a-diddle, dum-a-diddle dee
I’m singing of the forests or the tavern or the sea
Sing dum-a-diddle, dum-a-diddle, dum-a-diddle die
You can cross out or forget about the bits that don’t apply.

Well, I sent my love a message as they led me to the pyre
But he’d shipped off with Prince Charlie to be a buccaneerio
And the pipes of Faerie skirled and the cows were in the byre,
And we drank good English ale until we felt a little queerio.

Oh I care not nothing for your goose feather crotch
And I know you by the feathers in your you-know
And we bantered and we badinaged, and then she stole me watch
Then we sang and danced and lost our way all under the autumn moon-oh.

Sing dum-a-diddle, dum-a-diddle, dum-a-diddle doot
No one’s really listening and no one gives a hoot
Sing dum-a-diddle, dum-a-diddle, dum-a-diddle die
You can cross out or forget about the bits that don’t apply.

In general, don't ask.

• Performed by Flash Girls, from the album Play Each Morning Wild Queen

As a side note, someone once asked jokingly if I was Neil Gaiman. He has a writing credit on this song.

But by and large, I put this up because I'm having a rough communication day, one in which I feel like singing that song to people would have the same effect as trying to talk to them.

Oh, well.

thanx,
Tiassa

 

[Xev]

Okay Tiassa, how much did you have to smoke for that to make sense?

 

[Tiassa]

Sad ....

I would recommend a whole eighth, but that's just me. Sad thing is, Xev, I'm pretty damn sober right now.

To the other, I'm happy to float anyone a copy of that song via AIM or MSN; I don't mind promoting bands by distributing one mp3 (320 kb/s) of theirs. Actually, I don't care at all, except that I can't advertise and give away 7 days worth of music on my HD.

But it's a really happy song, and if I advocate the album at all here, I'll have to move the topic to Art & Culture.



(See how happy it makes me?)



:bugeye:



thanx much,
Tiassa

 

[Mr. G]

Now believe me when I tell you that my song is really true
I want everyone to listen and believe
It's about some little people from a long time ago
And all the things the neighbors didn't know
Early in the morning Daddy Dinky went to work
Selling lamps & chairs to San Ber'dino squares
And I still remember Mama with her apron & her pad
Feeding all the boys at Ed's Cafe!

Whizzing & pasting & pooting through the day . . .
(Ronnie helping Kenny helping burn his poots away!)
And all the while on a shelf in the shed:
KENNY'S LITTLE CREATURES ON DISPLAY!

Ronnie saves his numies on a window in his room
(A marvel to be seen: dysentery green)
While Kenny & his buddies had a game out in the back:
LET'S MAKE THE WATER TURN BLACK

We see them after school in a world of their own
(To some it might seem creepy what they do . . . )
The neighbors on the right sat & watched them every night
(I bet you'd do the same if they was you)

Whizzing & pasting & pooting through the day . . .
(Ronnie helping Kenny helping burn his poots away!)
And all the while on a shelf in the shed:
KENNY'S LITTLE CREATURES ON DISPLAY!

Ronnie's in the Army now & Kenny's taking pills
Oh! How they yearn to see a bomber burn!
Color flashing, thunder crashing, dynamite machine!
(Wait till the fire turns green . . . wait till the fire turns green)
WAIT TILL THE FIRE TURNS GREEN!
--Frank Zappa

 

[Xev]

Tiassa:

I am perfectly sober as well...minus a headache and a square of Lindt dark chocalate:

Fish heads, fish heads, rolly poly fish heads.
Fish heads, fish heads, eat them up, yum!
In the morning, laughing, happy fish heads;
In the evening, floating in the soup.
Ask a fish head anything you want to;
They won't answer - they can't talk.
I took a fish head out to see a movie;
Didn't have to pay to get it in.
They can't play baseball; they don't wear sweaters;
They're not good dancers; they don't play drums.
Rolly poly fish heads are never seen drinking capucino in Italian restaurants with Oriental women, yeah.
Yeah.



And of course:
from: Dr. Demento's Delights
Warner Bros. 1975 BS 2855 0698

Remember when you ran away and I got on my knees and begged you not to
leave because I'd go berserk?? Well...
You left me anyhow and then the days got worse and worse and now you see
I've gone completely out of my mind.. And..

They're coming to take me away, ha-haaa!!
They're coming to take me away, ho-ho, hee-hee, ha-haaa
To the funny farm. Where life is beautiful all the time and I'll be
happy to see those nice young men in their clean white coats and they're
coming to take me away, ha-haaa!!!!!

You thought it was a joke and so you laughed, you laughed when I had said
that loosing you would make me flip my lid.. RIGHT???
I know you laughed, I heard you laugh, you laughed you laughed and
laughed and then you left, but now you know I'm utterly mad... And..

They're coming to take me away, ha-haaa,

They're coming to take me away, ho-ho, hee-hee, ha-haaa.
To the happy home. With trees and flowers and chirping birds and basket
weavers who sit and smile and twiddle their thumbs and toes and they're
coming to take me away, ha-haaa!!!

I cooked your food, I cleaned your house, and this is how you pay me back
for all my kind unselfish loving deeds.. Huh??
Well you just wait, they'll find you yet and when they do they'll put you
in the ASPCA, you mangy mutt!!! And...

They're coming to take me away, ha-haaa.
They're coming to take me away, ho-ho, hee-hee, ha-haaa.
To the funny farm, where life is beautiful all the time and I'll be happy
to see those nice young men in their clean white coats and they're coming
to take me away, ha-haaa!!!
To the happy home, with trees and flowers and chirping birds and basket
weavers who sit and smile and twiddle their thumbs and toes and they're
coming to take me away, ha-haa!!!
To the funny farm, where life is beautiful all the time... (fade out)

Hey, buddy!
Yes officer..
You a head?
No, but I'm catching up, ha ha ha....

original recording by Napoleon XIV

And the ever popular song, which I spent hours singing with friends:

Joy to the world, the boys are dead
We barbecued their heads
And what did we do with the bodies?
We flushed them down the potties
Around and around they go
Around and around they go
Around and around, and around they go!

(Yes, this is sung to the tune of "Joy to the World, the Lord has come. And yes, I know I'm damned for this)