well there it goes - who was it that sang take these chains from my heart so I can see - certainly wasn’t a medical man - wot - getting his heart mixed up with his eyes - I still prefer the original Hank Williams version you could hear the chains clinking on that one!
Music is the opium of the masses which has of course now replaced religion just in case ya think i’m rambling - so music could bring down the next govt perhaps?
Ah the confining sound of chains. Here goes.
In the old wild west there were many gangs, the James gang was probably the best known, but did you know Calamity Jane had her own gang of bank and train robbers? all of them female too. I saw a film about it a while ago, can’t remember the name, anyway there were some well know stars in it including Sam Cooke, rest his soul.
Jane and her mates had successfully robbed the Deadwood bank of half a million dollars in gold and taken it to her hideout somewhere in the black hills of Dakota.
Sheriff Pat Garret rounded up Calamity and the other girls and took them to prison for interrogation. Then he sent in three Texas Rangers to get the information about the golds whereabouts.
Sam Cook was outside sitting in a rocking chair on the porch of the jail. Funny noises were coming out from the cell windows, ugh! agh! ugh! agh!. He turned to Garret and asked him what the noises were.
"Not to worry Sam, that’s the sound of the men working on the Jane gang”
Crap but original.;-)
This thread takes some reading I must say.
I am disappointed about my milkshake, but in truth prefer German white wine, yes I know they bombed our chip shops, but they make jolly nice wine.
I was wondering today why the Irish say Top of the Morning, but never Bottom of the Evening.
I then thought about tunnelling down and sitting under the gumbud tree, to see what fruitful insight I might achieve.
Now Spitty I believe is quite politically empowering, so I must be mindful of this.
Then there is Robert, I have not quite sussed him yet.
I enjoy your rambles GUMMY.
NB RELIGION is the opiate for the masses.
Karl Marx
Thats cos I am undecided too.
I once went to a hypnotist, a true story this,in an attempt to find a way to lose weight.
Under her influence no less than 3 Roberts responded with diFferent views.
I have wondered often since did the right Robert emerge or am I someone who wouldnt normally exist.
Did the Hypnotist have a USP?
Not a USB.
I have not a clue as to your meaning Spitty. please rephrase.
How did you choose a Hypnotist?
Was it Gender based.
Why does a Denominator, have to be Common, this question may have been asked before.
I didn’t know sam cooke was female??
you are bloody fussy aren’t ya just
yes he’s gender bender! three different personalities under hypnotism ?? - I’d be worried about the rest - they could really be the nasty ones! - have you an inclination to violence??
talkin of wandering we have a great folk singer John someone who sings the quintessential “hey true blue” but the point I am making and I know Jem will spot this - [he’s a got spotter should have been a beagle in a former life ] IS
he just rambles his way right throughout the old australia - the one that’s disappearing and sings about the old ways - rambling on my mind - bit like val donnican but with less sugar - as a young married man back in UK we used to go to our local pub and sit in a crowded barn to listen to folk bands - do they exist anymore I ask??
went out with a mate once and we got into another pub back room - great places these back rooms and this group were doing weird gyrations - I said lets go ask some girls to dance [bein shy meself] he said but I can’t dance that - I watched it for a few minutes and was then up on the floor gyrating - it was one of these weird slow gyration movements like you were crawling all over her like a snake [half the chance] and we were dancing to folk music again - I think I told you this story on thread 175??
Bury your memories bury your friends,
Leave it alone for a year or two.
Till the stories go hazy and the legends come true,
Then do it again. Some Things never end.
Eleventh Earl of Mar
Won’t be going very far.
You Promised, You Promised, You Promised.
DADDY!
Good question,
She must have seen me coming or read my mind.
If you could read my mind love
What a tale my thoughts could tell
Just like an old time movie
About 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 you can see
Umm, maybe you were mesmerized, and mistook the sensation, do you remember impersonating a Chicken?
Nice poems there Spitty, unusually deep from yourself.
I once went to a cross eyed Hypnotist, I lay on the couch and he swung his pocket watch from side to side, “Look into my eyes…look into my eyes…” says he. I was under in no time. Then he said “I want to take you back to your childhood…you are going back…back…” I interrupted him and said “Sorry sir, but I can’t go back, I can only go sideways”
I was cross eyed meself for a month after that session, never again says I. The lesson there is always check out your hypnotists eyes before you let him/her do the job.;-)
I knew most of the ‘Back rooms’ in the city when I was a young man, and as you say Gummy they are all gone now. They were always filled with smoke and people of every description, a passive smokers nightmare.
The back room in O’Donohues pub would be jam packed every weekend night, folk musicians and singers from everywhere playing solo and together, it was some job to get out for a pee I can tell ya. This was a time before everything was about money, no ‘Cover charge’ or increase in the drink prices, happy days indeed.
One night Bob Dylan appeared and he just joined in with the rest of them for about an hour, then buggered off to catch a plane to London, all very natural like. Liam Clancy often dropped in when he was in town as did Donovan, Donovan settled in Wicklow for a while, well I think it was Wicklow.
I really had a great time back then and glad i have the memories of seeing everyone pulling together to make fabulous folk music for their own pleasure as well as others, all that’s gone now sadly.
No sign of the Pug fella, is he off on another holiday?
