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Talent
05:14
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I’m one of those blokes; if I go to a dance
It’s best if I stand by the wall
Coz sheilas don’t often wear steel-capped boots
It embarrasses me when I fall
My feet are both left, of balance bereft
I’m ungainly and clumsy and slow
But I scorn your pity, don’t need it a bit y’see
I have a talent also
So here’s to the dancers
Their rhythm and skill
Good on them, wherever they are
But you’ll never see
One more graceful than me
When I’m bringing back beer from the bar
When I was kid if I asked: ‘Can I play?”
The answer was always: ‘Get nicked’
When the teachers made captains line up and choose teams
I was always the last to get picked
The ball would whiz by coz me hand and me eye
Too randomly co-ordinate
Rejected and raw, it was years ‘til I saw
Myself blessed by a much better fate
So here’s to the sportsmen….
‘Though I have been single for most of me life
A ladies’ man I’ll never be
The unlucky woman who would be my wife
Would have to be clumsier than me
‘Though enthusiastic my action’s too spastic
I can’t help it, that’s how I’m made
But my character’s good and that’s just how it should be
Without it I’d never get laid
So here’s to the lovers….
My life would be tragic if not for that magic
That’s truly, peculiarly, odd
And instantly after I’ve paid for the beer
Transforms a drunk into a god
I glide through the crowd as light as a cloud
‘Though the glasses are filled to the top
My footsteps are stable ‘til I reach my table
I don’t spill the tiniest drop
Here’s to the drinkers
To us who don’t spill
Good on us wherever we are
And you’ll never see
One more graceful than me
When I’m bringing back beer from the bar
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2. |
Gentlemen Be Seated
02:13
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I plan a micturition
Of exemplary precision
I accept it as my mission
Never more to splash the floor
I imagine every fellow
With a girlfriend’s heard her bellow
‘Cause that small puddle of yellow
On the tiles always riles
I know a lot of women’ll
Consider it near criminal
And with compunction minimal,
Complain about our aim
‘Though quite a few demean us
Most of them have never seen us
At this business with the penis
The thing whereof I sing
I’m not making excuses
But I’d hope that our abuses
With our bodies’ excess juices
‘Though not good, be understood
I don’t know the member’s physics
But a strange thing ‘bout it is its
Rigid will in morning visits
To divide its gushing tide
The main flow thunders straightly
And it mystifies me greatly
To observe how separately
Is offset a smaller jet
And although of lesser volume
As you watch this trickle fall you
Might neglect what should apall you
Mate! its falling towards the wall!
Moreover, the remotest
From your thoughts, and quite unnoticed,
A drip that’s missed the moat is
Trickling down upon the ground
So a stream that’s twice deflected
Might explain why we’re suspected
Of being so defective
In the skills to ward off spills
But what is the conclusion
To be drawn from this confusion?
This triple-streamed effusion?
This failing of the male?
Well, if your garden has a citrus
And there’s no one there to witness
I can recommend the fitness
Of a splash upon the grass
But when in the interior
We ought not act superior
But sit on our posterior
We can still be a man!
So I plan a micturition
Of exemplary precision
I accept it as my mission
Never more to splash the floor
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Catflap
04:32
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When I was just a kitten in those far-off days of yore
There were string-things to be bitten and to bat at with my paw
My eyes were blue and in their view
The world seemed big and new
There were lots of empty boxes to explore
My people told me I was cute my playfulness they praised
But I'll bet they often wondered why I’d act completely crazed
And abruptly zoom through the living room
As ‘though chased with a broom
If I’d told them why they would have been amazed!
But I wished I had a cat flap
And could do bad stuff outside
‘Cause I couldn’t reach the door handle
No matter how I tried
And the kitty litter made me bitter
I wanted something fitter
Somewhere to poo and still retain my pride
I grew to be a catly creature rich in dignity
My level gaze inscrutable and steeped in mystery
I'd meditate in regal state
And well appreciate
The sunlit virtues of passivity
One day my people came home and bad lots of bad loud noise!
I bolted from the kitchen, losing dignity and poise
I thought them mean to make a scene
But when my fur was clean
I went back in, and there -Oh joy of joys!
I found I had a catflap
And could do bad stuff outside
The dog will never use it
'Cause it's just one cat-width wide
The ground's not hard in the backyard
And I love the neighbour's garden
Somewhere to poo and still retain my pride
And now my fur has lost its luxury and I am old
The sparrows on the balcony have never been so bold.
They even trill on the window sill
I’d jump up for the kill
But it’s too high and besides the draught is cold
But at least I have a catflap
And can do bad stuff outside
The dog has never used it
'Cause it's just one cat-width wide
The ground's not hard in the backyard
And I love the neighbour's garden
Somewhere to poo and still retain my pride
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4. |
Bluey Brink
01:59
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There once was a shearer, by name Bluey Brink
A bugger for work and the devil could drink
He could shear his two hundred a day without fear
Drink without winkin' four gallons of beer
Now Jimmy the barman who served out the drink
He hated the sight of this here Bluey Brink
For he stayed much too late and he come much too soon
At mornin', at evenin', at night and at noon
One mornin' as Jimmy was cleanin' the bar
With sulphuric acid he kept in a jar
Bluey come yellin' and bawlin' with thirst
"Whatever you've got Jim, just give to me first!"
Now this aint down in history, you wont find it in print
But that shearer drank acid with never a wink
Sayin' "That's the stuff Jimmy! Why strike me stone dead
This'll make me the ringer of Stephenson's shed!"
Now all through the long day as he serves out the beer
Jimmy is sick with his trouble and fear
Too anxious to argue, too worried to fight
Seein' that shearer a corpse in his fright
But next mornin' as Jimmy is openin' the bar
Along come that shearer askin' for more
With his eyebrows all singed and his whiskers deranged
Holes in his hide like a dog with the mange
Says Jimmy: "And how did you like the new stuff?"
Says Bluey: "It's fine but I've not had enough
It gives me great courage to shear and to fight
But why does that stuff set me whiskers alight?
I thought I knew drink, but I must have been wrong
That stuff that you gave me was proper and strong
It set me to coughin' and you know I'm no liar
And every damn cough set me whiskers on fire!
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Now, I'm in love with a brown-eyed boy
And he's in love with me
But he's in love with a whiskey jug
Likes likker better than me
Oh bring me back my brown-eyed boy
Oh bring him back to me
Oh bring me back my brown-eyed boy
Likes likker better than me
Last night he came to see me
Last night he smiled on me
But tonight he smiles on a whiskey jug
Likes likker better than me
Sometimes I think I'll marry him
And love him dearer than life
But, oh, it's oh so hard to be
A whiskey drinker's wife
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6. |
Shenandoah
03:56
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Oh Shenandoah, I long to see you.
Away you rollin' river
Oh Shenandoah, I long to see you
Away we're bound to go
Across the wide Missouri
Oh Shenandoah, I love your daughter
Away..
Oh Shenandoah, I'll not deceive you
Away..
Oh Shenandoah, I'm bound to leave you
Away..
For seven years I've been a rover
Away..
But I'll return and be your lover.
Away..
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Miguel Heatwole Sydney, Australia
Miguel’s a versatile singer, choral director & composer. His interests include folk & world music, political satire, the environment, trade unionism & the responsible enjoyment of alcohol. His songwriting embraces themes like peace & justice, the family cat, & visceral passionate attraction. His enthusiasm for recording community singing has let many people share the power of their songs. ... more
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