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141. Posted by Pardus (Respected Member 2356 posts) 10y

I am not sure if I posted that one already here, but it's just so true:

Well I know a woman with a collection of sticks
She could fight back the hundreds of voices she heard
And she could poke at the greed, she could fend off her need
And with anger she found she could pound every word

But one voice got through, caught her up by surprise
It said, "Don't hold us back we're the story you tell"
And no sooner than spoken, a spell had been broken
And the voices before her were trumpets and tympani
Violins, basses and woodwinds and cellos, singing

"We're so glad that you finally made it here
You thought nobody cared, but we did, we could tell
And now you'll dance through the days while the orchestra plays
And o-o-oh, you're aging well"

(You're aging well, Dar Williams)

142. Posted by mikeyBoab (Travel Guru 5077 posts) 10y

"The sun has got his hat on.
Hip hip hip hooray.
The sun has got his hat on
And he's wearing it today."

Nemo

I chose this verse, because I feel it does well to investigate the baser side of humanity, especially with regard to the post-humanist movement which is typified as representative of man's arrogance over nature.

143. Posted by tway (Travel Guru 7273 posts) 10y

In case he's still reading this thread, here's one for Fred:


Une main sur une épaule
Chacun a bien joué son rôle
Le rideau monte et descend
Le musicien se serre les dents
Il est si bien pour une fois

À la porte d'un café
Son nom vient de s'effacer
On a trouvé quelqu'un de mieux
Le musicien se faisait vieux
Comme un enfant, il était une fois

Comme le rideau sur une corde
Le musicien monte et descend

Une nuit pour oublier
Y'a des problèmes qu'on veut saoûler
Une bouteille monte et descend
Le musicien se serre les dents
Il est si loin, une autre fois

À la porte d'un café
Les noms ne font que changer
Il a enfin compris pourquoi
Le sien ne sera plus là
Comme un enfant, on ne vit qu'une fois

Comme le fond d'une bouteille
Le musicien a fait son temps

Où est allé tout ce monde
Qui avait quelque chose à raconter
On a mis quelqu'un au monde
On devrait peut-être l'écouter

- Harmonium Un musicien parmi tant d'autres (One musician amongst many)

144. Posted by mikeyBoab (Travel Guru 5077 posts) 10y

Nobody likes me, everybody hates me, guess I’ll go eat worms
Long, thin slimy ones; short, fat juicy ones; itsy-bitsy fuzzy-wuzzy worms.
Down goes the first one, down goes the second one,
Oh how they wiggle and squirm.
Long, thin slimy ones; short, fat juicy ones; itsy-bitsy fuzzy-wuzzy worms

Deep, so deep.

145. Posted by Isadora (Travel Guru 13926 posts) 10y

It's a great song! Right up there with BINGO (the dog song)!!! Yeah - I'm serious!

[ Edit: Why not! ]

146. Posted by mikeyBoab (Travel Guru 5077 posts) 10y

don't forget "I'm a little teapot".

147. Posted by tway (Travel Guru 7273 posts) 10y

I prefer "Old McDonald sittin' on a fence..."

That or the man from Nantucket.

148. Posted by Clarabell (Travel Guru 1696 posts) 10y

We used to sing this in Primary school and its still stuck in my head now, does anyone else know it, you sing it in rounds:

Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree
Merry merry king of the bush is he
Laugh, Kookaburra Laugh,
Kookaburra gay your life must be

My mum can sing it in welsh.

149. Posted by Isadora (Travel Guru 13926 posts) 10y

Quoting Clarabell

We used to sing this in Primary school and its still stuck in my head now, does anyone else know it, you sing it in rounds:

Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree
Merry merry king of the bush is he
Laugh, Kookaburra Laugh,
Kookaburra gay your life must be

My mum can sing it in welsh.

I still sing that silly song! Learned it in Blue Birds (Baby Girl Scouts).

150. Posted by Isadora (Travel Guru 13926 posts) 10y

Does anyone remember this one?? (Probably not!!!)

On Top Of Spaghetti
(sung to the tune of On Top Of Old Smokey)

On top of spaghetti,
All covered with cheese,
I lost my poor meatball,
When somebody sneezed.

It rolled off the table,
And on to the floor,
And then my poor meatball,
Rolled out of the door.

It rolled in the garden,
And under a bush,
And then my poor meatball,
Was nothing but mush.

The mush was as tasty
As tasty could be,
And then the next summer,
It grew into a tree.

The tree was all covered,
All covered with moss,
And on it grew meatballs,
And tomato sauce.

So if you eat spaghetti,
All covered with cheese,
Hold on to your meatball,
Whenever you sneeze.

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