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current tavern number is 21

GUEST,T in Oklahoma (Okiemockbird) 03 Feb 00 - 10:36 AM
MMario 03 Feb 00 - 10:45 AM
MMario 10 Feb 00 - 11:59 AM
Amos 10 Feb 00 - 12:08 PM
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Midchuck 10 Feb 00 - 01:57 PM
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Amos 10 Feb 00 - 02:15 PM
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Áine 10 Feb 00 - 05:18 PM
MMario 10 Feb 00 - 05:23 PM
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MAG (inactive) 10 Feb 00 - 05:37 PM
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Mbo 10 Feb 00 - 06:26 PM
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Subject: current tavern number is 21
From: GUEST,T in Oklahoma (Okiemockbird)
Date: 03 Feb 00 - 10:36 AM

The last numbered tavern was #18. There have been three since then, not counting the "trading post and tavern" but counting the latest. Hence, excluding the trading post, the current tavern number is 21.

T.


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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21
From: MMario
Date: 03 Feb 00 - 10:45 AM

link to previous Tavern Hic!


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Subject: Lyr Add: SILENCE AND FOG
From: MMario
Date: 10 Feb 00 - 11:59 AM

jaysus, this place is lookin' rundown and neglected....everyone must be off doing song challenges and tasting desserts. I'll just polish up the caffiene machine, dust off the bar, and *phew! empty the jello pit.

Very foggy this morning - drove for almost 45 minutes through fog before it finally burned off. Don't think I've sung this one around here before....

SILENCE AND FOG

Silence and fog, grey fog, grey fog
Silence and fog surround me
Nothing do I see, there's no one beside me
Just silence and fog, grey fog, grey fog
Silence and Darkness within me

Where is the light? Where is the Life?
Won't you light a candle for me?
A beacon in the night, Shining so bright
To drive away the darkness in me.

Darkness and fog, grey fog, grey fog
Silence and darkness within me

Where is the sun? I know the day's begun!
Won't you sing a song to cheer me?
Notes floating through the air, for all the world to hear
To open up this silence in me

Silence and fog, grey fog, grey fog
Darkness and silence within me

I'll give you my heart, and vow we'll never part
Now that I know how I need thee
YOur brightness and song, will dwell where they belong
Beside my love, within me

Brightness and song, your song, our song
Brightness and song, within me
Your brightness and song, renew me


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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21
From: Amos
Date: 10 Feb 00 - 12:08 PM

(The doors slams open and a tall stranger in long cape and black slouch hat, carrying a D-28 in one hand and a Smith and Wesson in the other, walks into the Tavern).

(He puts the gun in his pocket,so everyone will know he's glad to see them, because he cares what they think about him very, very much) Gimme a double Guiness, but put it in a coffee-mug.
(Bartender looks up: "Is that fok**ing noon out thar agin??")

Damn, MM, good to see ya, and a good tune well sung. Fine timbre you got.

If that MEEE-bo comes in here tell him to grow his hair long! Then he'll get lassies. (Drinks) Boy, I needed that. Damn whiners all over the threads! Sheesh! Here's to that fine schoolmarm that makes all the boys write pomes. Sure does bring it out in fine style. Give us another tune, MM, an' I'll back ye up.(Drinks).


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Subject: Lyr Add: MARILEE
From: MMario
Date: 10 Feb 00 - 01:00 PM

They've been talkin' 'bout St. Valentine's. I'm with Mbo on that, it just depresses me....

Which gives me and excuse for a sad love song...

Marilee

I met her first in springtime
and she was more then fair
The flowers that bloom in springtime
with her could not compare
Her lips were rich as honey
Her kisses sweet as wine
No sky so blue in springtime
As the blue that was her eyes

But no more will I see, my sweet Marilee
'til the day we're together, once more.

Her hair was golden as the grain
Her skin as white as milk
Her gentle touch, upon my cheek,
As soft as rarest silk
Her ev'ry word a jewel, her voice an angel song
And so in love, we wandered
For all that summer long

But no more will I see, my sweet Marilee
'til the day we're together, once more.

At harvest time before the priest
we two were made as one
And with our friends we feasted
Until the rising sun
Her smile brought forth the sunshine
Her laugh the welkin rung
Before that night had ended
Our family was begun

But no more will I see, my sweet Marilee
'til the day we're together, once more.

The winter days are short and cold
But our nights were long and warm
and in the circle of my arms
I sheltered her from harm
For two score year I loved her well
and loved her more each day
But alas, there came a springtime
When my love she went away

But no more will I see, my sweet Marilee
For she's passed through Death's wide open door.

I saw her last in springtime
And she was still most fair
But the flowers that bloomed that springtime
We scattered o'er her bier (spelling?)
Our children and their children too
Were with me on that day
And the heavens wept, along with us
As we sent my love away

But no more will I see, my sweet Marilee
For she's passed through Death's wide open door.
Now she sleeps, safe and sound
Six feet under the ground
'Til the day we're together, once more


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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21
From: Amos
Date: 10 Feb 00 - 01:14 PM

O. sweet Jaysus. Mario, ya got me weepin so, I messed up the tchords. A fair song, a sweet tune, and a lovely voice. Another pint of Iron Brew for this fair hulk!

(Strums)

Drink to me only
With thine eyes
And I will pledge with mine
Or leave but a kiss
Within the cup
And I'll not ask for wine

The thirst that from the soul doth spring
Doth ask a drink divine
But might I of Job's nectar sip
I would not change for thine.

That's for all my lovely virtual valentines -- you know who you are -- you sweet and tender critters, whom I love more'n words may tell.

Dang, what is in this poteen?

A


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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21
From: MMario
Date: 10 Feb 00 - 01:29 PM

dunno there Amos, but it's eating a hole right through your mug,... and the carpet..., and the floorboards.....

OHMYGAHD! Get the flamingos aWAY from that stuff!


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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21
From: Amos
Date: 10 Feb 00 - 01:34 PM

Lord, lord -- one flamingo, two, up in pink smoke! I have never seen the like! Hey, let's put a bowl of it out fer the possums. :>)


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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21
From: MMario
Date: 10 Feb 00 - 01:40 PM

Cleigh doesn't produce enough fumes on his own?


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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21
From: Amos
Date: 10 Feb 00 - 01:44 PM

Might clean him out some...


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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21
From: Midchuck
Date: 10 Feb 00 - 01:57 PM

"(The doors slams open and a tall stranger in long cape and black slouch hat, carrying a D-28 in one hand and a Smith and Wesson in the other, walks into the Tavern)."

The doors slam open again and a short, squat stranger in blue jeans and a yard-sale Pendleton shirt, carrying a D-18VMS (strung with GHS True Mediums) and 1960s-vintage Smith and Wesson "Highway Patrolman" with 4-inch barrel, grumbles:

"Which Smith and Wesson? If you're going to specify model numbers, give them both! And a double Guiness should be a quart! Does this place have quart coffee mugs? And waddya mean, there isn't any Otter Creek Stovepipe Porter? Are we that far from #&^(*# Vermont?"


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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21
From: GUEST,Neil Lowe
Date: 10 Feb 00 - 02:05 PM

Damn...but isn't that Charles Bukowski that just walked in, making a beeline for the table in the corner with his brown bagg'd bottle of MD 20/20 and making that bold fashion statement with the duct tape shoes and the St. Vincent de Paul label? Didn't he literally invent the term, "going postal?"


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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21
From: Amos
Date: 10 Feb 00 - 02:15 PM

Dang purists....sic 'em, Cleigh!! Welcome, gents. Glad to see yer glad to be here. Midchuck, you got a good tune in that box, with all the verse keeeRECKLy specifed?

(Raises his two-quart coffee mug, as big as his head, with "MUDCAT!" boldly emblazoned thereon in bright green letters, in their direction)


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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21
From: Amos
Date: 10 Feb 00 - 03:31 PM

Outside in the night, a full moon casts a passionate pearl glow over the land and the highway, curving in to the distance, appears to beckon the traveler to newer, kinder adventures. Down the far road a huge stretch limo appears with several cases of Moon Pies and RC cola lodged in the front seat next to the chauffeur. The limo is covered in mink fur from volunteer minks, who have been bewitched by TGG, the passenger of the limo. What is happening inside cannot be guessed, for the windows are darkened for privacy as the limo slowly and graciously consumes the miles between itand the Mudcat Tavern (Branch 21).


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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21
From: MMario
Date: 10 Feb 00 - 04:07 PM

D*mn, but that's gonna be one fat limo by the time it gets here.....Never seen a vehicle eat the road like that. It's literally chewing up the pavement and....well, depositing it behind. Not very speedy though.


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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21
From: Áine
Date: 10 Feb 00 - 05:18 PM

The squirming (and somewhat sticky) huge limo pulls up into the parking lot of the Mudcat Tavern Branch 21. Immediately, the volunteer minks jump off the vehicle and begin chasing the oddly shaped and somewhat shiny possum who's been sitting quietly on the porch.

The limo door opens, and out steps a beautiful red-haired Goddess dressed in a green toga and matching stretch jeans. Throwing an empty RC Cola can into the limo and wiping the Moon Pie crumbs off her face, she grasps her bodhrán and tipper, and moves toward the door of the Tavern (being careful to avoid stepping in the mink offal).

Smelling of musk (of course), she sweeps past the stunned (but worshipful) poets standing at the door and bellies up to the bar. After acquiring a hot whiskey and pint of Guinness for a chaser, she settles on a comfy súgán chair beside the fireplace and begins to play on her bodhrán.

The stunned, but worshipful, poets begin to move with the beating of her drum, first slowly, then faster and faster, until they are gyrating wildly around the Tavern. With smiles of rapture they dance about, to the great amusement of the other patrons.

As quickly as the strange rhythm began, it stops, and the Goddess downs her pint and wipes the brown foam from her lips. With a knowing smile and a gleam in her eye, she bestows a sweet kiss each to her enamoured poets. Then, picking up her bodhrán and tipper, she strides to the door and then out into the starry night, giving a shrill whistle to her voluntary minks who have had great sport with the possum.


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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21
From: MMario
Date: 10 Feb 00 - 05:23 PM

oh geez, I hope Dido wasn't out there with them mink. she never could resist the fella's when they have long soft silky hair.....


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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21
From: Amos
Date: 10 Feb 00 - 05:34 PM

LMFAO! Oh that minky patchouli!! Ya'd'a almost thought them was muskrats. ANd those stretch jeans. Wotta goddess. Nicely don TGG!

A


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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21
From: MAG (inactive)
Date: 10 Feb 00 - 05:37 PM

Grrr; my last dance 2 weeks ago did in my right knee -- that and too many horsey rides to my favorite 5 year old the next day -- oh, and a little shelf rearranging at work -- anyway I have been stuffing my feelings and my face instead of checking in for a virtual dance -- let me join the circle, poets. And a double Hennessey from the bar, please ...

MA


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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21
From: Amos
Date: 10 Feb 00 - 05:40 PM

The tall dark-eyed stranger grabs his D-28 and slaps it into a well-worn traveling case, pulls out the S&W, firing a couple of shots into the overhead of the smokey tavern, causing a strangely colored fluttering of feathers downward from the rafter. Barging through the startled crowd, he leaps onto a 900 cc Harley with a solid chrome engine and a long-throw fork, firing it up with a swift step; its low, watery rumble fills the night air. A twist of his wrist sends the hog hutling down the road toward the disappearing sternlights of the mysterious Goddess' stretch limousine. "I mayyyy not be baaaack!" he is heard to call over his shoulder, disappearing in a cloud of gravel and dust, his slouch hat flapping and his cape streaming back in the wind...


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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21
From: Áine
Date: 10 Feb 00 - 05:53 PM

"Shall I stop, Madam?," says the chauffeur of the mink-covered limo in a beautiful melodious British accent.

"No, I don't think so," replies the Goddess, lovingly stroking the saggy butted tortoise in her lap who gazes at her with adoring eyes. "Now, if he was riding a silver Indian reconstructed with authentic parts, I might reconsider."


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Subject: Lyr Add: VALENTINE (Toby Keith)
From: Mbo
Date: 10 Feb 00 - 06:26 PM

Ah, my better-off friends, here's a good song for those who feel the same as I. I've been trading in my love songs for sad ones lately.

I bought a card down at the drugstore
It said "I'm thinking of you"
I put some flowers on the table
But I know you won't be home
These are some of the little things
That I do cause I still love you
And today might be the hardest day I've had
Since you've been gone

Valentine
Girl do you still think about me?
I still wake up at night, calling out your name
And the roses are there
Paper hearts are everywhere
But the 14th of February will never be the same

Where did we go wrong, Val?
I thought we had it made
Was it just my wishful thinking?
Is it supposed to be this way?
Oh, but I still feel the magic
That comes this time of year
When everybody's got a sweetheart
And I'm wishing that you were here

Valentine
Girl do you still think about me?
I still wake up at night, calling out your name
And the roses are there
Paper hearts are everywhere
But the 14th of February will never be the same

The roses are there
Paper hearts are everywhere
But the 14th of February will never be the same
Valentine
Valentine
Oh my Valentine


**sigh** It's just not the same here....

--Mbo


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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21
From: Amos
Date: 10 Feb 00 - 07:58 PM

Over the rise of a hill, the giant Harley lifted off, covering hundreds of yards airborne and landing perfectly balanced at immensely illegal speeds directly alongside the 30 foot land yacht with the mysterious Goddess within.

The strange rider struggled, keeping a risky position along the yellow line, balancing against the turbulence caused by the gigantic limo, and gesturing and yelling toward the passenger window, using one hand to wave a small piece of yellowed parchment. "Neeeeewwwww soooong for ya!" he howled aginst hope, into the buffeting airflow. And Goddesses and lipreaders being what they are, the window on the side of the sleek mink-covered limo rolled down.

The cape flapped, the dark eyes flashed, as he stretched out one hand with the papyrus in it, balancing the hurtling machine with the other. Grim determination and hopeless commitment came over his face, and with a single swift gesture as her pale arm reached from the obscure depths through the open window, he leapt in a single death-defying graceful instant to the pegs, to the saddle, and threw himself across the distance, diving through the open window as the Harley hog hurled itself to port and screamed into sculpture against the base of a towering and ancient oak.

The window rolled up and the great car hurtled on into the night, strains of "Hail Britannia" seeping from its front compartment...under the waxing, pearllescent moon...the smokey strains of the Mudcat Tavern fading behind it.


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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21
From: Áine
Date: 10 Feb 00 - 08:17 PM

The tattered papyrus in hand, the eyes of the Goddess began to glow as she read the script thereon.

The chauffeur rolled the privacy window down and asked, "Are you alright, Madam?"

As the saggy butted tortoise picked up the tipper and began to play the goatskin drum, she replied, "Drive on, Bert." And the tortoise played on.


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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21
From: Amos
Date: 10 Feb 00 - 08:31 PM

(I left out the salient and essential fact that he had his Martin case under his arm when he made his death defying dive straight across the proximate laps of the Divine Gaelic Goddess and the sedentary, but rhythmic (if glaring) tortoise, Saggy-butt yclept. ) The songster rapidly straightened himself, swept off his slouch hat with a little bow, and settled in on the forward sta'b'd jumpseat.

"Well," he asked, "do you like it?" :>))


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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21
From: Troll
Date: 10 Feb 00 - 09:21 PM

I dunno about somebody that'd sacrifice a Harley that way. She'd have to be SOME goddess thats all I can say.

troll


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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21
From: MMario
Date: 10 Feb 00 - 09:34 PM

oh-oh. that sounded faintly non-believing. Is that a bodrhan I hear or thunder? (just joking of course...but excuse me while I make sure the lightning rods are working properly)


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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21
From: Troll
Date: 10 Feb 00 - 09:45 PM

MM I believe. Don't get me wrong. It's just that...well, Goddess or Harley? I'd really have to think about that one hard. Tough choice if you know what I mean.

troll


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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21
From: MMario
Date: 10 Feb 00 - 09:50 PM

The way I figure it is, a goddess can replace the harley....

virtual reality is SO nice...


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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21
From: Troll
Date: 10 Feb 00 - 09:52 PM

Nothin can replace a Harley.( except a '47 Indian)

Who needs reality when they can have prozac?

troll


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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21
From: Mbo
Date: 10 Feb 00 - 10:02 PM

I think our own Áine the Irish Love Goddess, keeper of Mudcat's equivalent to the Book of Kells, is worth more than any machine ever invented--even a computer!

--Mbo


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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21
From: Susan A-R
Date: 10 Feb 00 - 10:05 PM

A fine evening for a pint. Got any Catamount Amber? Any Long Trail Ale? Any Tunbridge brew? God, onlly Vermont brew you have is that dratted Magic Hat stuff!! That's dessert, not beer. Ah well. I guess I'll just pull out my fiddle and do something to liven this place up a bit. How about the Tipsy Gager? I'm just learning that one, and it's a good perpetual motion tune. It's amazing that the fingers still work after their encounters with hot fat, bleach and knives this week. Must be about time for a vacation.

Say, who was that guy on the big bike. wonder if he knows there's a possum ridin' shotgun? And what's with all of the mink droppings in the front yard?

Oh well, I'll have a Pete's Wicked Ale and play my tune.


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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21
From: Mbo
Date: 10 Feb 00 - 10:09 PM

No, no happy stuff....do you know "The Celtic Lament"?

--Mbo


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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21
From: Troll
Date: 10 Feb 00 - 10:12 PM

I have offended the Goddess. My life is over. I shall lie in an unmarked grave and my spirit will wander the earth. Or maybe I'll just have a cup of hot chocolate and go to bed. I'm working a medieval faire fri. sat.& sun. and it's gonna be a long one. Tomorrow is kids day. 6,000 plus of the little...Darlings. Goodnight to all.

troll


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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21
From: Áine
Date: 10 Feb 00 - 10:19 PM

As the strains of wonderful fiddlin' fill the Tavern, the sad-faced young poet looks up to see the mink-covered limo return up the drive and pull to a stop. The door opens and the Harley Man climbs out, grasping his D-28 and shaking his head. The eerie glow of a television screen bathes the face of the saggy butted tortoise sitting in the back seat. The door of the limo slams suddenly.

"You back already?," asks the sad young poet.

"Yeah," replies the Harley Man.

"What happened?," inquires the sad young poet.

"Dunno," says the Harley Man. "I said something about Anaheim and she went crazy . . . started screaming something about "What do you mean it wasn't slashing? Did you see Hull's nose? Why, if I'd had my magic hockey puck, Nielsen would be so much Duck poop right now! Myself, didn't you see the blood on the ice?"

"Goddesses," answers the sad young poet.

"Yeah, I know what you mean," agrees the Harley Man. "Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em!"

The mink-covered limo pulls out of the Tavern's drive, and the voice of the Goddess is heard faintly chanting, "Go Stars . . . Go Stars . . . Go Stars . . . Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, Eddie . . .


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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21
From: Susan A-R
Date: 10 Feb 00 - 10:22 PM

Oh All Right, If I HAVE to. Here's the one I sat and played on Tuesday night when I was furious at my husband and I didn't think my ride to the session was going to show up. (an evil combination, I assure you.) The ride did show up, that's where I learned the Drunken Gager and other terriffic tunes. Sure you don't want to hear Staton Island Hornpipe or Fishers, or somethin' lively? Oh well. I do a mean version of Lorena, or All Things are Quite Quiet, or maybe some Leonard Cohen? MMario, could you make up something for Mbo, say with chocolate and good french roast or somethin?


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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21
From: Mbo
Date: 10 Feb 00 - 10:26 PM

The sad young poet returns "Ahhh...the Flyers & the Legion of Doom will whip all your sorry..."
But then "The Celtic Lament" starts on unaccompanied fiddle--and he stops to take it all in.

--Mbo


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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21
From: Amos
Date: 10 Feb 00 - 10:34 PM

"On the other hand,", the gallant and not sad troubadour replied, brightening, "I did get a 1947 Indian to replace that Harley!". The young poet nods somewhat distractedly, bewitched in his own turn by the flying fiddle. A number of the Goddess' favored singers and players have gathered ad the door, shaling their heads in wonder and awe at the magical sight of a 1947 Indian, fully chromed and shining like moonlight itself in the dark evening outside, giving the faint magical greenish glow tothe world that is known to be the trademark of the Magic of the Gaelic Goddess. The troub prsses the ignition key to his lips in reverence, and bellies up to bar, asking in kindly tones for another Guinness with some royal coffee on the side. Sometimes, ya just have to know what's the right thing to do. If anyone ever woulda told me I'd kick off a Harley for the chance to ride in a mink covered limousine -- and been glad I did it! -- I'da tole them to go straight to h##L or London, whichever came first...wotta Goddess. (He stands awed, sipping his beer).


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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21
From: Susan A-R
Date: 10 Feb 00 - 10:35 PM

After the last drawn out note, the fiddler lowers her battered old instrument and sighs. Then, shaking herself, she says, what is about these warm climate hockey teams that I can't take seriously? Hockey in Texas and California?? I know the Bruins suck wind, but at least it's cold in Boston and there's real ice on things. Oh well, how about a nice Planxty to soothe the soul. I'll leave hockey to the folks who actually can see the puck.


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Subject: Lyr Add: SALTY DOG SINGS TO THE GODDESS
From: Amos
Date: 10 Feb 00 - 10:47 PM

The troubadour is still bemused. Several of the bike-admirers come up, demanding to know what he said to her in that mystical mink-clad limo. "I sang to her", he replies, amazed. He stands and again withdraws the Martin from its case and strikes a minor modal chord, a plaintiff riff that conjures up the night wind on the northern sea, and sings in slow, light tones:




Salty Dog Sings to the Goddess
 
 

I dreamed my cold eyes met within the sea
A wave, and smashing waves, and then cold night
And buffeted, the torment told my brain,
"Unmoor the mind  to waking light,
And once more see".

I woke, and light within my eyes
Revealed the sea, and I, and mind, were mine
Arts of design and sensitive intent
Created on a moment's pulse
And spirit's bent.

Minds dreaming godhood up are all pretense;
But Goddesses who touch our minds are commonsense.
Containing seas, and eyes, in tissues of delight
Colouring dawn, but scented in the night.
 



He packs up the axe, wiping a tear of his own and smiling at the lasses, bottoms up his drink, slaps the sad poet on the back and whispers to him, "Grow long your hair, and they will come!" and passes through the door into the dim moonlit night. The sound of an Indian's deep throated roar is heard burbling and echoing outside the tavern, and fading slowly down the long highway toward the moon.


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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21
From: Lonesome EJ
Date: 11 Feb 00 - 01:02 AM

The crackle and spat of an old rusty Triumph echoes off of the buildings on Tiple Street, and in front of the Mudcat Tavern, the dusty wizened rider brings it to a halt, kickstand down, he breaks the dirt-seal of the cracked leather goggles and shoves them up to his forehead."I've been here before,"he mumbles and smiles to himself. Passers-by avoid making eye-contact with the rider, for his eyes are too wide, his smile a bit gleeful for stranger comfort. His clothing is a motley assortment of colors and patterns, and on the back of the battered brown leather jacket is stencilled God's Own Fool. A man in a suit, carrying a mandolin case, stands near... consciously ignoring the Fool. "watch my bike, will you friend," smiles the Fool to the unheeding bystander. Befrore entering the Tavern, the Fool slaps his outfit randomly, producing an awesome cloud of the dust of several time zones, decades,past lovers... and then heaving the handle of the bar, he leaves this atmosphere hovering like a disappearing memory on the street.

"I'll have the usual," he tells the amused bartender," but this time without the ice."

"And that would be...?"

"Frigid pieces of solid water. People like it who drink for comfort, but I have decided to drink for truth." And so the bartender serves him a tumbler of whiskey, as the Fool tosses his dirty gloves onto the bar, and downs the liquor in one gulp."Nice try," he says and wipes his lips on the bandanna wound round his neck, smiling."Now bring out the good stuff. The real stuff. I want to see Heaven reflecting on the brim, and angels wading in the dregs. I would like nothing less than a jarful of the Summer of Love, a 1967 vintage. I want to hear Quicksilver humming like a tuning fork when the heat hits my veins, Ginsburg ranting about the naked night, Ochs grappling with a rhyme,the Pentagon levitating,Gaia's pulse palpitating, the seasons turning and tumbling around me like a rolling wave, while I break free at the roaring edge. I want to take it all in... and then I want to transcend it."

The bartender keeps a respectful distance from the Holy Fool as he pushes another whiskey toward him.


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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21
From: GUEST,Roger the skiffler
Date: 11 Feb 00 - 06:22 AM

At last it's POETS day today. Piss Off Early Tomorrow's Saturday. Gimme a large one to be going on with.
RtS


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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21
From: Troll
Date: 11 Feb 00 - 07:13 AM

A blear-eyed figure stumbles through the door, hair atangle and beard abristle. " Oh Gods" he mutters," morning already. Coffee mine host, black as night,that goes down like molten lead and feels like a saw draggin across yer tongue, I gotta wake up. Fiddler! A wake-up tune like Whisky Before Breakfast or The Laird of Drum Blair. Nothin slow or I'll go back to sleep standin here."

troll


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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21
From: GUEST,Roger the skiffler
Date: 11 Feb 00 - 08:45 AM

The Skiffler travels to the bar on his trusty Timberland boots, parks them on the bar-rail and sips his brandy, breaking into "Hesitation Blues". He stops after a couple of verses, sensing that the full 11-minute Rev Gary Davis version might try the tolerance of the other patrons too far. A voluptous temptress sashays up to him.
"Hey, you remind me of Eric Clapton" she says
"Really?" he says, preening.
"Yes" she replies "he wears boots like those"and sashays away.
:0)}
RtS


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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21
From: Amos
Date: 11 Feb 00 - 08:50 AM

The bartender pours the Fool a single malt, that sings to the glass and answers only to sunlight, the golden promise of divine messages directly delivered. "It's on the house, mate. Mad poets with sweet music rolling out of their mouths, truth laid out as daintily as dewdrops, that's a treat for us. Carry on."


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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21
From: GUEST,Mbo
Date: 11 Feb 00 - 10:41 AM

Hey, what do I have to do to get someone to play "Sitting In The Stern Of A Boat" for me?

--Mbo


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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21
From: Amos
Date: 11 Feb 00 - 10:53 AM

Well, lad, ye could whip out that trusty Epiphone and knock back the verses yer own self -- it might pull you outta yer despond!

A


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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21
From: GUEST,Mbo
Date: 11 Feb 00 - 11:05 AM

Well first off, it's a Yamaha Eterna, "Sitting in The Stern Of A Boat" is a slow air--no verses, and it's not SUPPOSED to make me feel better. BTW I don't like John Bunyan.

--Mbo


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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21
From: Amos
Date: 11 Feb 00 - 11:08 AM

Well, you have the advantage of me there. But don't be letting this gloom infect ye so, lad. It is not that the world has closed! Last I looked, it was still open for business.

HOWDY, MBO!!! SMIILE FER ME, POSSUM BREATH!


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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21
From: GUEST,Mbo
Date: 11 Feb 00 - 11:15 AM

Amos, our Anti-Valentine's Day sing-a-long on Hearme is on Sunday night! I don't want to lose my sour attitude and spoil everything. I got lots of sad sad songs to sing. I've got to stay conditioned.

--Mbo


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