adolph@ssc-vax.UUCP (11/02/84)
*** YOUR MESSAGE *** For very good ( := meaningful ) lyrics, I would recomend almost anything by Gil Scott-Heron. I especially recommend a song called "Tuskeegee #626", from his "Bridges" album. It concerns syphillis experiments which were performed on Black men in Tuskeegee, Alabama. The song is 33 seconds long. If I ever remember to transcribe it, and if there's interest, I'll post it here. -- Mark A. ...uw-beaver!ssc-vax!adolph "Computers are like preppies: they just boil around in their own way and you have to do things their way or they blow you off." "Everything that was different was a different thing..."
dragon@lll-crg.ARPA (Monica Cellio) (11/04/84)
Some of the best songs I have heard have been written by Eric Bogle, an Australian folk singer (well, it's closer to folk than to anything else). Songs include "A Reason for it All", "No Man's Land" (sometimes called "Green Fields of France" or "Willy McBride"), "And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda", and on the lighter side, "Nobody's Moggy Now" (a song about a dead cat... a lament, actually) and "Bloody Rotten Audience". Does anyone have a complete list of Bogle's albums (and know where thay can be gotten)? Thanks. UUCP: seismo!ut-sally!ut-ngp!lll-crg!dragon ARPA: monica.cellio@cmu-cs-cad or dragon@lll-crg
Sebastian Steinberg <ssteinbe@BBNCCW.ARPA> (11/08/84)
hey, hey, the clouds are whey, there's straw for the donkeys and the innocents can all sleep safely, all sleep safely, my, my, sun is pie, there's fodder for the cannons and the guilty ones can all sleep safely, all sleep safely, and all the world is football shaped, it's just for me to kick in space, and i can see hear smell touch taste, and i've got one two three four five senses working overtime, trying to take this all in, i've got one two three four five senses working overtime, trying to taste the difference 'tween lemon and lime, pain and pleasure and the church bells softly chime. hey, hey, night fights day, there's food for the thinkers and the innocents can all live slowly, all live slowly, my, my, the sky will cry jewels for the thirsty and the guilty ones can all die slowly, all die slowly, and all the world is biscuit shaped, it's just for me to feed my face, and i can see hear smell touch taste, and i've got one two three four five senses working overtime, trying to take this all in, i've got one two three four five senses working overtime, trying to taste the difference 'tween lemon and lime, pain and pleasure and the church bells softly chime. and birds might fall from black skies, and bullies might give you black eyes, and buses might skid on black ice, but to me it's very very beautiful, ( england's glory!) beautiful, (a striking beauty!) and all the world is football shaped, it's just for me to kick in space, and i can see hear smell touch taste, and i've got one two three four five senses working overtime, trying to take this all in, i've got one two three four five senses working overtime, trying to tell the difference 'tween goods and crime, dirt and treasure and there's one two three four five senses working overtime, trying to take this all in, i've got one two three four five senses working overtime, trying to taste the difference 'tween lemon and lime, pain and pleasure and the church bells softly chime. -andy partridge XCT