Otium cum dignitate.
Nice. Very soulful. The light green shirted main singer's voice reminded me of another very good white reggae voice, Ali Campbell of UB40.I'll come to the funeral if you can book these guys.
I am just sorry I won't see you there Idle :-)
Its not exactly stand up comedy is it...?
Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene, I'll see you in my dreams.Shall we dance?
Mutley, I don't know how appropriate stand up is at a funeral...I wouldn't mind having that luscious Russell Howard there though.Lets dance GG :-)
Lils, I hope there'll be more people than that there..."I'll come to the funeral if you can book these guys."Keyboard cleanup required...
Lils, I hope there'll be more people than that there...Scrobs, so do I. Although an honour, it would also be a bit sad just to have these lads and Idle. Not planning on shuffling off any time soon, goddess willing....I have an mega hard wearing keyboard guaranteed to take mugs of coffee, sprays of tea and the odd slop of a chewy red, essential for the business of blogging. That Idle is a bit of a wag.
I've always thought of "Sail on By" on Radio 4 as a lullaby of death
I'll get cousin Oli to do it
Do you mean this one OH?
Bless you Calfy, lush. Can I listen to him and his mates rehearse?
Sailing By? That is what I read it as..and nowon I shall think of it quite differently when I come to read the Shipping Forecast
It first appeared, lilith, in our generation, on the Incredible String Band's album, The Hangman's Beautiful Daughter as part of A Very Cellular Song. If I can master the technology I will post it up from Windows Meeja, can't find it on youThingWinter was cold and the clothing was thinBut the gentle shepherd calls the tuneOh dear mother what shall I doFirst please your eyes and then your ears JennyExchanging love tokens say goodnightLay down my dear sisterWon't you lay and take your restWon't you lay your head upon your saviours breastAnd I love you but Jesus loves you the bestAnd I bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight,And I bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight.One of these mornings bright and early and fine.Goodnight, goodnightNot a cricket not a spirit going to shout me onGoodnight, goodnightI go walking in the valley of the shadow of deathGoodnight, goodnightAnd his rod and his staff shall comfort meGoodnight, goodnightOh John the wine he saw the signGoodnight, goodnightOh John say I seen a number of signsGoodnight, goodnightTell A for the ark that wonderful boatGoodnight, goodnightYou know they built it on the land getting water to floatGoodnight, goodnightTell B for the beast at the ending of the woodGoodnight, goodnightYou know it ate all the children when they wouldn't be goodGoodnight, goodnightI remember quite well, I remember quite wellGoodnight, goodnightI was walking in Jerusalem just like JohnGoodnight, goodnight, goodnight.Who would lose and who would bruiseOr who would live quite prettily?And who would love what comes alongAnd fill the air with joyous songWho would go and who would comeOr who would simply lingerAnd who would hide behind your chairAnd steal your crystallised gingerNebulous nearnesses cry to meAt this timeless momentSomeone dear to me wants me near, makes me highI can hear vibrations flyThrough mangoes, pomegranates and planesAll the sameWhen it reaches me and teaches meTo sighWho would mouse and who would lionOr who would be the tamerAnd who would hear directions clearFrom the unnameable namerWho would skip and who would plodOr who would lie quite stillyAnd who would ride backwards on a giraffeStopping every so often to laughAmoebas are very smallOh ah ee oo there's absolutely no strifeliving the timeless lifeI don't need a wifeliving the timeless lifeIf I need a friend I just give a wriggleSplit right down the middleAnd when I look there's two of meBoth as handsome as can beOh here we go slithering, here we go slithering and squelching onOh here we go slithering, here we go slithering and squelching onOh ah ee oo there's absolutely no strifeliving the timeless lifeBlack hair brown hair feather and scaleSeed and stamen and all unnamed lives that liveTurn your quivering nerves in my directionTurn your quivering nerves in my directionFeel the energy projection of my cellsWishes you well.May the long time sun shine upon youAll love surround youAnd the pure light within youGuide you all the way on.
Fabulous Mr Ish. Elby says he was at school still when he bought that album. I particularly like the line about eating the bad children. The Dead didn't play it live until 1968.
All Hail the old Hippies. We have the ISB on our media player; and I saw them many times long long ago.Hangman's released - March 1968Dead first played it, according to Deadbase Vol XI, 16th March 1968, at the famous Carousel Ballroom.Jerry had an intimate and huge knowledge of old time music, having played the banjo for some years before the Dead, even supporting Bill Monroe a few times with his band.Synchronicity. It was a neat way for the Dead to end their shows, which in the early years were full-frontal assaults on all the senses and then some which didn't really exist. They were, in effect, the First Heavily Dosed Brigade of the US Psychedelic Cavalry; thus to end such shows with this beautiful piece, sung A Capella was very sweet.I do miss them terribly.
I saw the String Band, reformed, in Inverness, a coupla years back; they were on a world tour of old hippy venues. I am sorry to say I know little of the Dead, save the Workingman's and the best-forgotten Dylan and the Dead but it would be a hard-faced sonofabitch who didn't have a soft spot for Mr Garcia.
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