Donald’s Trousers?

Jim Adams’ challenge this week is to write about a song containing weather references such as –  Breeze/Cloud/Sky/Wind. Andy Stewart’s Donald Where’s Your Troosers? which was first released in 1960, takes the wind very much into consideration as a Scotsman faces all weathers in his kilt. The song reached number 37 in the UK  and number 1 in Canada.  It was re-released in 1989, it became an even bigger hit, reaching number 4 in the UK.

Donald Where’s Your Troosers?

I’ve just come down from the Isle of Skye
I’m no very big and I’m awful shy
And the lassies shout when I go by
Donald, where’s your troosers?

Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt, I’ll go
All the lassies say hello
Donald, where’s your troosers?

A lassie took me to a ball
And it was slippery in the hall
And I was feared that I would fall
For I had nae on my troosers

Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt, I’ll go
All the lassies say hello
Donald, where’s your troosers?

Now I went down to London Town
And I had some fun in the underground
The ladies turned their heads around
Saying, Donald, where are your trousers?

Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt, I’ll go
All the lassies say hello
Donald, where’s your troosers?

To wear the kilt is my delight
It is not wrong, I know it’s right
The Highlanders would get a fright
If they saw me in the trousers

Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt, I’ll go
All the lassies say hello
Donald, where’s your troosers?

The lassies want me every one
Well, let them catch me if they can
You can not take the breaks off a Highland man
And I don’t wear the troosers

Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt, I’ll go
All the lassies say hello
Donald, where’s your troosers?
Donald, where’s your troosers?
Donald, where’s your troo…

Oh, well, that’s the way we sing the song in Scotland
But of course the song might have more international appeal
Sung something like this
One, two, three, four

Well, I’ve just come down from the Isle of Skye
I’m not very big and I’m awful shy
The lassies shout when I go by
Hey, Donald, where’s your troosers?

Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt, I’ll go
All the lassies shout, go, go
Hey, Donald, where’s your troosers?

Oh, man, I’m all rock and roll
And I’m a-moving and a-grooving to save my soul
Grab your kilt and go, go, go
Hey, Donald, where’s your troosers?

Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt, I’ll go
Oh, yeah, go, go, go
Hey, Donald, where’s your troosers?
Hey, Donald, where’s your troosers?
Yeah, hey, Donald

Hey, just a minute, what are you doing there?
(Man, I’m rocking it, man, man, I’m really moving it, man)
Well just you stop rocking it and moving it, man
The song should be sung just exactly like this

I’ve just come down from the Isle of Skye
I’m not very big and I’m awful shy
And the lassies shout when I go by
Donald, where’s your troosers?

Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt, I’ll go
All the lassies say hello
Donald, where’s your troosers?

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Andy Stewart


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Long and Winding Road


Jim Adams has challenged us to write about songs with  Long/Short/Small/Tall as lyrics. The Beatles’ The Long and Winding Road fits well. The song from the album Let It Be album was written by Paul McCartney. As a single it was issued after the group’s break-up and became their last number one on the US charts.

Lyrics:

The long and winding road
That leads to your door
Will never disappear
I’ve seen that road before
It always leads me here
Lead me to you doorThe wild and windy night
That the rain washed away
Has left a pool of tears
Crying for the day
Why leave me standing here?
Let me know the wayMany times I’ve been alone
And many times I’ve cried
Anyway, you’ll never know
The many ways I’ve triedAnd still they lead me back
To the long winding road
You left me standing here
A long, long time ago
Don’t leave me waiting here
Lead me to your doorBut still they lead me back
To the long winding road
You left me standing here
A long, long time ago
Don’t keep me waiting here
Lead me to your door

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: John Lennon / Paul McCartney

The Long and Winding Road lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC


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If You Could Read My Mind


Jim Adams’ challenge this week is to tell about a song with Brain/Mind/Think in the title or lyrics. Gordon Lightfoot’s “If You Could Read My Mind” is a such a song. It reached number 1 on the Canadian Singles Chart in 1970 and then number 5 on Billboard and number 30 in the UK.

Lyrics:

If You Could Read My Mind, ©1969 by Gordon Lightfoot

If you could read my mind, love,
What a tale my thoughts could tell.
Just like an old time movie,
'Bout a ghost from a wishing well.
In a castle dark or a fortress strong,
With chains upon my feet.
You know that ghost is me.
And I will never be set free
As long as I'm a ghost that you can't see. 
                                        
If I could read your mind, love,
What a tale your thoughts could tell.
Just like a paperback novel,
The kind the drugstores sell.
Then you reached the part where the heartaches come,
The hero would be me.
But heroes often fail,
And you won't read that book again
Because the ending's just too hard to take!
                                        
I'd walk away like a movie star
Who gets burned in a three way script.
Enter number two:
A movie queen to play the scene
Of bringing all the good things out in me.
But for now, love, let's be real;
I never thought I could  feel this way
And I've got to say that I just don't get it.
I don't know where we went wrong,
But the feeling's gone
And I just can't get it back. 
                                        
If you could read my mind, love,
What a tale my thoughts could tell.
Just like an old time movie,
'Bout a ghost from a wishing well.
In a castle dark or a fortress strong.
With chains upon my feet.
But stories always end,
And if you read between the lines,
You'd know that I'm just tryin' to understand
The feelin's that you lack.
I never thought I could feel this way
And I've got to say that I just don't get it.
I don't know where we went wrong,
But the feelin's gone
And I just can't get it back!

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Lily The Pink

Jim Adams has challenged us with sharing a song which contains colours. “Lily the Pink” is a 1968 song by the UK group The Scaffold and it reached number 1 on the UK charts. Ms Pink it seems invented a potent medicine that “cures” all. I have attached the video of the Irish Rovers’ cover of the song.

 We’ll drink a drink, a drink

To Lily the Pink, the Pink, the Pink

The savior of the human race

For she invented medicinal compound

Most efficacious in every case

 

Mr. Freers had sticky out ears

And it made him awful shy

And so they gave him medicinal compound

And now he’s learning how to fly

 

Robert Tony was known to be bony

He would never eat his meal

And so they gave him medicinal compound

Now they move him round on wheels

 

We’ll drink a drink, a drink

To Lily the Pink, the Pink, the pink

The savior of the human race

For she invented medicinal compound

Most efficacious in every case

 

Old Ebenezer thought he was Julius Caesar

And so they put him in a home

Where they gave him medicinal compound

And now he’s emperor of Rome

 

Johnny Hammer had a terrible st-st-st-st-stammer

He could hardly s-s-say a word

And so they gave him medicinal compound

Now’s he’s seen, but never heard

 

We’ll drink a drink, a drink

To Lily the Pink, the Pink, the Pink

The savior of the human race

For she invented medicinal compound

Most efficacious in every case

 

Aunty Milly ran willy-nilly

When her legs they did recede

And so they rubbed on medicinal compound

Now they call her Milly Pede

 

Jennifer Eccles had terrible freckles

And the boys all called her names

But she changed medicinal compound

Now he joins in all the games

 

We’ll drink a drink, a drink

To Lily the Pink, the Pink, the Pink

The savior of the human race

For she invented medicinal compound

Most efficacious in every case

 

Lily the Pink, she turned to drink

She filled up with paraffin inside

And despite her medicinal compound

Sadly pickled Lily died

 

Up to heaven her soul ascended

All the church bells they did ring

She took with her medicinal compound

Hark the herald angels sing

 

We’ll drink a drink, a drink

To Lily the Pink, the Pink, the Pink

The savior of the human race

For she invented medicinal compound

Most efficacious in every case

 

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Trad / John Henry Gorman / Roger Joseph Mcgough / Michael Mcgear

Lily The Pink lyrics © Noel Gay Music Co. Ltd.


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Snoopy Vs. The Red Baron

Jim Adams has challenged us to write about a song that contains the words Chat/Laugh/Rant/Scream/Talk. I have picked a song about another challenge – the classic duel between the Red Baron and the Peanuts’ Snoopy in 1966. The Royal Guardsmen’s song was written by Phil Gernhard & Dick Holler and was released in November 1966. It tells how Charles Schultz’s comics depicted Snoopy imagining himself as a WWI fighter pilot, battling the Red Baron Manfred von Richthofen.

The song sparked all kinds of images for me as a pre-teen on its release, and I thought it would be a fun addition today.

Lyrics:


After the turn of the century
In the clear blue skies over Germany
Came a roar and a thunder men had never heard
Like the screamin’ sound of a big war bird


Up in the sky, a man in a plane
Baron von Richthofen was his name
Eighty men tried, and eighty men died
Now, they’re buried together on the countryside


Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more
The Bloody Red Baron was rollin’ up the score
Eighty men died tryin’ to end that spree
Of the Bloody Red Baron of Germany


In the nick of time, a hero arose
A funny-lookin’ dog with a big black nose
He flew into the sky to seek revenge
But the Baron shot him down (Curses, foiled again!)


Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more
The Bloody Red Baron was rollin’ up the score
Eighty men died tryin’ to end that spree
Of the Bloody Red Baron of Germany

Now, Snoopy had swore that he’d get that man
So he asked the Great Pumpkin for a new battle plan
He challenged the German to a real dogfight
While the Baron was laughin‘, he got him in his sight


That Bloody Red Baron was in a fix
He tried everything, but he’d run out of tricks
Snoopy fired once, and he fired twice
And that Bloody Red Baron went spinnin’ out of sight


Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more
The Bloody Red Baron was rollin’ up the score
Eighty men died tryin’ to end that spree
Of the Bloody Red Baron of Germany


Well, ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more
The Bloody Red Baron was rollin’ up the score


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Moonshadow


Jim Adams’ challenge is to write about a song with a title beginning with A or M. Cat Stevens’ Moonshadow is one of my favourite M songs. The song was written and performed by Stevens (Yusuf Islam), and it was released in the UK in 1970. It reached number 30 in the US and number 10 for easy listening.

Lyrics:

Yes, I’m being followed by a moonshadow
Moonshadow, moonshadow
Leaping and hopping on a moonshadow
Moonshadow, moonshadow

And if I ever lose my hands
Lose my plow, lose my land
Oh, if I ever lose my hands
Oh, if, I won’t have to work no more

And if I ever lose my eyes
If my colours all run dry
Yes, if I ever lose my eyes
Oh, if, I won’t have to cry no more

Yes, I’m being followed by a moonshadow
Moonshadow, moonshadow
Leaping and hopping on a moonshadow
Moonshadow, moonshadow

And if I ever lose my legs
I won’t moan, and I won’t beg
Oh, if I ever lose my legs
Oh, if, I won’t have to walk no more

And if I ever lose my mouth
All my teeth, north and south
Yes, if I ever lose my mouth
Oh, if, I won’t have to talk

Did it take long to find me?
I ask the faithful light
Oh, did it take long to find me?
And, are you gonna stay the night?

I’m being followed by a moonshadow
Moonshadow, moonshadow
Leaping and hopping on a moonshadow
Moonshadow, moonshadowMoonshadow, moonshadow
Moonshadow, moonshadow

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Islam Yusuf

Moonshadow lyrics © Cat Music Ltd., Cat Music Limited, Cat Music Ltd


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Goodbye Yellow Brick Road

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Jim Adams challenged us to write about a song that has a title beginning with a P or G. Elton John’s Goodbye Yellow Brick Road does just that. It is the title track to his 1973 album.  Rolling Stone lists the song at #390 of the 500 best ever songs.

The imagery includes references which link to the film The Wizard of Oz with the yellow brick road, and a return to the plough (Kansas). It has deeper meaning in comparing “high society” life and expectations with the simplicity of life.

Lyrics:

When are you gonna come down?
When are you going to land?
I should have stayed on the farm
I should have listened to my old man

You know you can’t hold me forever
I didn’t sign up with you
I’m not a present for your friends to open
This boy’s too young to be singing
The blues, ah, ah

So goodbye yellow brick road
Where the dogs of society howl
You can’t plant me in your penthouse
I’m going back to my plough

Back to the howling old owl in the woods
Hunting the horny back toad
Oh, I’ve finally decided my future lies
Beyond the yellow brick road
Ah, ah

What do you think you’ll do then?
I bet they’ll shoot down the plane
It’ll take you a couple of vodka and tonics
To set you on your feet again

Maybe you’ll get a replacement
There’s plenty like me to be found
Mongrels who ain’t got a penny
Sniffing for tidbits like you
On the ground, ah, ah

So goodbye yellow brick road
Where the dogs of society howl
You can’t plant me in your penthouse
I’m going back to my plough

Back to the howling old owl in the woods
Hunting the horny back toad
Oh, I’ve finally decided my future lies
Beyond the yellow brick road
Ah, ah

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Bernie Taupin / Elton John

Goodbye Yellow Brick Road lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group


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Smells Like Nirvana


The challenge this week was to write about a song that includes Odor/Scent/Smell/Taste. While Weird Al’s Smells Like Nirvana doesn’t technically have the words in the lyrics, it is however the song’s title. The song is a parody of Smells Like Teen Spirit by the band Nirvana. Weird Al released it in April 1992 as both an album tract, and as a single. It reached Number 35 on the US Billboard chart.


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Lyrics:

What is this song all about?
Can’t figure any lyrics out
How do the words to it go
I wish you’d tell me, I don’t know

Don’t know, don’t know, don’t know, oh no
Don’t know, don’t know, don’t know

Now I’m mumblin’, and I’m screamin’
And I don’t know what I’m singin’
Crank the volume, ears are bleedin’
I still don’t know what I’m singin’
We’re so loud and incoherent
Boy, this oughta bug your parents

Yeah
Blergh
HaaiIt’s unintelligible
I just can’t get it through my skull
It’s hard to bargle nawdle zouss
With all these marbles in my mouth

Don’t know, don’t know, don’t know, oh no
Don’t know, don’t know, don’t know

Well, we don’t sound like Madonna
Here we are now, we’re Nirvana
Sing distinctly, we don’t wanna
Buy our album, we’re Nirvana
A garage band from Seattle
Well, it sure beats raisin’ cattle
YeahAnd I forgot the next verse
Oh, well, I guess it pays to rehearse
The lyric sheet’s so hard to find
What are the words? Oh, never mind

Don’t know, don’t know, don’t know, oh no
Don’t know, don’t know, don’t know

Well, I’m yellin’, and we’re playin’
But I don’t know what I’m sayin’
What’s the message I’m conveyin’?
Can you tell me what I’m sayin’?
So, have you got some idea?
Didn’t think so, well, I’ll see ya

Sayonara, sayonara
Ayonawa, hodinawa
Odinaya, yodinaya
Yadda-yadda, yah-yah
Aye-yaah

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Dave Grohl / Kurt Cobain / Alfred Matthew Yankovic / Krist Novoselic

Smells Like Nirvana lyrics © Mj Twelve Music, Primary Wave Tunes, The End Of Music, Bmg Rights Management (uk) Ltd (primary Wave)

The Auld Triangle


Jim Adams’ challenge this week is to write about a song which refers to a shape. Among the prompts was the term triangle which brought to mind the Dubliners’ tune The Auld Triangle. The exact authorship of the song is uncertain with Brendan Behan or Dick Shannon cited, or perhaps another as Behan hinted with the words: ‘This song was written by a person who will never hear it recorded, because he’s not in possession of a gramophone. He’s…he’s… pretty much of a tramp.’

The song is set in Mountjoy Prison, and the lyrics are said to be of an inmate on his execution day. The triangle in question was used in the prion to mark the daily routine.

I have attached Luke Kelly’s version.

The Auld Triangle

A hungry feeling
Came o’er me stealing
And the mice were squealing
In my prison cell
And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal

To begin the morning
The screw was bawling
“Get up ya loser and clean up your cell!”
And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal

Now the screw was peeping
As the lag lay sleeping
Dreaming about his girl Sal
And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal

Oh! the wind was rising
And the day declining
As a lady, I’m praying
In my prison cell
And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal

In the female prison
There are 75 women
And among them now, I wish I did dwell
Then that auld triangle could go jingle-jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Dominic Behan (attributed)


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Life’s Opus

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The vibrations dissipated and the melody came to an end. For seven long years, David had anguished over this piece – his perfect opus. So many nights he had tried to recapture that tune which had filled his dream with such joy. Its simplicity eliciting the flowery meadows and twinkling stream of his nocturnal vision. This was, he knew, the sound track of his life. Now he had finally grasped it in all its glory. He picked up his pencil and began to make the final notations upon his score, just as his eyes grew dim. At the moment of of his opus’ perfection, David’s heart failed.

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