roll on buddy roll down th eline...

old old woodstock...

no 9, no 9, no 9...

every revolutionary lives in the biggest house that they can afford.
George Orwell

you won your harp but you lost in sin...

"Daniel And The Sacred Harp"

Daniel, Daniel and the sacred harp
Dancing through the clover
Daniel, Daniel would you mind
If I look it over

I heard of this famous harp years ago back in my home town
But I sure never thought old Daniel be the one to come and bring it around
Tell me Daniel how the harp came into your posession
Are you one of the chosen few who will march in the the procession?
And Daniel said

The sacred harp was handed down, from father unto son
And me not being related, I could never be the one
So I saved up all my silver, and took it to a man
Who said he could deliver the harp, straight into my hand

Three years I waited patiently
'Till he returned with the harp from the sea of Galilee
He said there is one more thing I must ask
But not of personal greed
But I wouldn't listen I just grabbed the harp
And said take what you may need

Now Daniel looked quite satisfied, and the harp it seemed to glow
But the price that Daniel had really paid, he did not even know
Back to his brother he took his troubled mind
And he said dear brother I'm in a bind
But the brother would not hear his tale
He said Old Daniel's gonna land in jail
So to his father Daniel did run
And he said oh father what have I done
His father said son you've given in, you know you won your harp
But you lost in sin.

Then Daniel took the harp and went high on the hill
And he blew across the meadow like a whippoorwhill
He played out his heart just the time to pass
But as he looked to the ground, he noticed no shadow did he cast 

 

My favourite Band song.

has th most amazing organ intro from Garth Hudson.

you have to get the sheet music if you cant work it out for yourself.

 and this one too,

 

"Mystery Train"

Play a little blues? Paul Butterfield..

Train arrive 16 coaches long
Train arrive 16 coaches long
Well that long black train
Took my baby and gone

Train, train rollin' around the bend
Train, train, train, rollin' around the bend
Well it took my baby
Away from me again

Come down to the station
To meet my baby at the gate
Asked the station master
If my train's a-running late
He said "If you're a-waiting
on the 444
I hate to tell you son
That train don't stop here any more"

Train train, train, rollin', around the bend
Train train, train, rollin', around the bend
Well it took my baby
Away from me again

[Solo]

Heard that whistle blowin'
It was the middle of the night
When I got down to the station
The train was pulling out of sight

Mystery train rollin' around the bend
Mystery train rollin' around the bend
Well it took my baby
Away from me again

  

three wise men...

Jesus came to save me from sin.
glory to God he gonna do it again...

stuff from the past...

they keep putting this stuf on my facebook opening page.
I only wish they would use some new piccies in stead of the same old tired stuff that gets recirculated forever and you just know there is a much larger trove to be tapped.

makin' it, fakin' it, breakin' it....

got two nifty books from the 60's from the library the other day.
supposed to be Christmas reading.
 cant put them down.
Glyn Johns did them all.
He got cranky and grumpy at the end but he got the sounds. funny thing is all the stuff he likes I dont and all the stuff he doesn't like I do.
but we both agree on The Steve Miller Band.
there ya go.
Hoskins book on 60's and 70's Woodstock and the denizens is an eye opener.
I must admit to retailing scuttlebut about some of the protagonists.
it semed like a good idea at the time but in the end it was hurtful gossip for which I apologise to all.
the music biz was always about taking sides but all thats over now.
Nobody is innocent and we all have flaws that are allowed a greater or lesser part to play in our lives.
somehow it is the goal to rise above them.

In some ways I'm glad our band never got to the states.
I would not have lasted.
gone down in a blizzard of coke and smack.
hmmmm

when the mode of the music changes...

The Fugs - Wide, Wide River lyrics

(gospel sound)
River of shit,
River of shit,
Flow on, flow on, river of shit,
Right from my toes,
On up to my nose,
Flow on, flow on, river of shit.

(transition to Rock)
I've been swimming In this river of shit,
More than 20 years, and I'm getting tired of it,
Don't like swimming, hope it'll soon run dry,
Got to go on swimming, cause I don't want to die.

(spoken with gospel sound in background):
Who dealt this mess, anyway?
Yea, it's an old card player's term,
but sometimes you can use the old switcheroo and it can be applied to ...
Frontal politics
What I mean is ...
Who was it that set up a system,
supposedly democratic system,
Where you end up always voting for the lesser of two evils?
I mean, Was George Washington the lesser of two evils?
Sometimes I wonder ...
You got some guy that says
"For God sake, we've got to stop having violence in this country."
While he's spending 16,000 dollars a second snuffing gooks.

(gospel sound musical ending with:
A wiiiiiiiiiiiiide, big brown river, yea, bringing health, wealth, and prosperity to every man, women, and child.


The Fugs
It Crawled Into My Hand (1968)

Johnny Pissoff Meets The Red Angel....4:32

I sit alone in the bar
Drinkin’ Scarlett O’Haras.
I skipped the rails by the boxing gloves,
I love to punch out fags.
Don’t startle me with sudden noise
‘Cause I stomp all over you.
And, I love it! I love it! I love to fight!
And, hey mister, tell all the niggers,
My name is Johnny! Johnny Pissoff!

Last night I had a dream
Of a gook head, skeet-shootin’ mama,
And The Red Angel was scolding me
And calling my name!
I woke up all sweating, my derringer in hand.
I have a hand grenade ladder
And a burp gun under the bed.
And, hey mister, tell all the commies,
My name is Johnny! Johnny Pissoff!

I’d love to get my hands on Sirhan Sirhan!
I’d rip out his spine and shove it down his throat!
Today, I cut some frog’s legs off
And I left him by the pond.
But I’d never kill a president
But I’d kill him in my dreams.
And, hey mister, tell all the draft card burners,
My name is Johnny! Johnny Pissoff!

They showed me yesterday on the TV set
How the cowboys used karate
On a hippie parade for feedom.
I hear next season’s cowboys are gonna
Kick each other’s crotch.
Hell, I nearly had to kill a bunch of peace queers
Sunday morning, holding signs outside of church!
Ain’t no pink fag legislator gonna say I can’t have guns!
And, hey mister, tell all the whole wide sky,
My name is Johnny! Johnny Pissoff.

* * * * * * * * * *

When The Red Angel comes and the TV is cold,
Will you pray in the dawn for the rest of your soul?
When you lie in the dour death coma,
Do you think you’re gonna go to heaven, oh Johnny,
With a violent heart? With a violent heart?
Are you ready Johnny? Are you ready?

Ahimsa, oh Johnny, ahimsa!
In the spinning confusion, ahimsa!
In the blood of life, death, and torture,
Ahimsa! Ahimsa! Ahimsa!
Ahimsa, is the seashell of Buddha.
Ahimsa, is the rose and the lamb.

When The Red Angel comes and the TV is cold
Will you pray in the dawn for the rest of your soul?
When you lie in the dour death coma,
Do you think you’re gonna go to heaven, oh Johnny,
With a violent heart? With a violent heart?
With a violent heart? With a violent heart?


note: Ahimsa is a Sanskrit term meaning ‘peace’. Literally, it is ‘no violence’,or ‘no himsa’.
 

brickbats and bouquets...

Merry Christmas to all and I hope you enjoy your dinner and xmas crackers.
If you find any shit jokes. i.e. not jokes about shit but just plain corny then mail to Duncan Garner at TV3 so he can read them out on the news or whatever the thing is he does.

Now if you going norf and want some tucker then see Josephine at Waiouru Z for a venison pie.
they are gooooooooooooood.

talking about arselicking.
the moron next door put on a display after lunch.
Our units were being inspected so to prove he is a "GARDNA" sic he got out his spray kit and for the first time in ten years and when the wind was up he went round spraying all the stuff that gives the place some character.
never mind the weeds in the drive or the plastic milk bottles and cans he had to be in the bosses eye.
look at meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
He has nearly fucked all the trees on the property.
all of them have dead branches poking through the canopy.
the poor kowhai at the main entrance has not got that much longer to go if he keeps it up. it is already showing sings of decay.

Memo to China.
now that you are not in the vanguard of the revolution is that why your cheap t-shirts are still cheap but nasty too.
they make my skin erupt and the racks at the Warehouse are never cleared!
its not just me.
if you cant make stuff properly then why bother at all?
are you now capitalist running dogs to the core?