Welcome to Blog d’Elisson’s Friday Random Ten, that weekly post in which I put up a list of ten songs puked out at random by the Little White Choon-Box d’Elisson.
We’re battening down the hatches here for another snowstorm, one that may dump as much as four inches of the White Crap on the northern Atlanta ’burbs. Nobody seems to be getting too worked up about it, though: The ground should be warm enough to keep most of it from sticking, and it will have no Morning Commute with which to play havoc. So - hot buttered rum all around!
What’s playing this week? Why not settle back and take a look?
We’re battening down the hatches here for another snowstorm, one that may dump as much as four inches of the White Crap on the northern Atlanta ’burbs. Nobody seems to be getting too worked up about it, though: The ground should be warm enough to keep most of it from sticking, and it will have no Morning Commute with which to play havoc. So - hot buttered rum all around!
What’s playing this week? Why not settle back and take a look?
- The Last Saskatchewan Pirate - Captain Tractor
I first heard this nutty little tune on the car radiddio as I was driving from Saint John to Moncton, on the way back from my two-week sojourn in the Canadian Maritimes in mid-2006.
Well, I used to be a farmer and I made a living fine
I had a little stretch of land along the C. P. line
But times got tough, and though I tried, the money wasn't there
The bankers came and took my land and told me, “Fair is fair”
I looked for every kind of job, the answer always no
“Hire you now?” they’d always laugh, “We just let twenty go!” (Ha ha!)
The government, they promised me a measly little sum
But I’ve got too much pride to end up just another bum
Then I thought, who gives a damn if all the jobs are gone
I’m gonna be a pirate on the river Saskatchewan! (Arr!)
Refrain:
And it’s a heave (ho!) hi (ho!), coming down the plains
Stealing wheat and barley and all the other grains
And it’s a ho (hey!) hi (hey!), farmers bar yer doors
When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina’s mighty shores!
Well, you’d think the local farmers would know that I’m at large
But just the other day I found an unprotected barge
I snuck up right behind them and they were none the wiser
I rammed the ship and sank it and I stole the fertilizer
Bridge outside of Moose Jaw spans a mighty river
Farmers cross in so much fear, their stomachs are a-quiver
’Cause they know that Captain Tractor’s hiding in the bay
I’ll jump the bridge, and knock ’em cold, and sail off with their hay
[Refrain]
Well, Mountie Bob he chased me, he was always at my throat
He’d follow on the shoreline ’cause he didn’t own a boat
But the cutbacks were a-comin’ and the Mountie lost his job
So now he’s sailing with me and we call him Salty Bob
A swingin’ sword, a skull-and-bones, and pleasant company
I never pay my income tax and screw the GST (Screw it!)
Prince Albert down to Saskatoon, the terror of the sea
If you wanna reach the co-op, boy, you gotta get by me! (Arr!)
[Refrain]
Well, the pirate life’s appealing but you don’t just find it here
I hear in north Alberta there’s a band of buccaneers
They roam the Athabasca from Smith to Fort MacKay
And you’re gonna lose your Stetson if you have to pass their way
Well, winter is a-comin’ and a chill is in the breeze
My pirate days are over once the river starts to freeze
I’ll be back in springtime, but now I’ve got to go
I hear there’s lots of plunderin’ down in New Mexico
[Refrain]
When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina’s mighty shores!
When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina’s mighty shores! - When I Get Home - The Beatles
- Rock ’n’ Roll Stew - Traffic
- Silverfuck - Smashing Pumpkins
- Soir De Fête - Yann Tiersen, Amélie
- Tea for the Tillerman - Cat Stevens
- Koeeoaddi There - The Incredible String Band
I’ve had this in my musical library for forty years now.
The natural cards revolve, ever changing
Seeded elsewhere, planted in the garden fair
Grow trees, grow trees
Tongues of the sheer wind
Setting your foot where the sand is untrodden,
The ocean that only begins
Listen: a woman with a bulldozer built this house of now
Carving away the mountain whose name is your childhood home
We were trying to buy it, buy it, buy it
Someone was found killed there, all bones, bones, dry bones
Earth, water, fire, and air
Met together in a garden fair
Put in a basket bound with skin
If you answer this riddle
You’ll never begin
Born in a house where the doors shut tight
Shadowy fingers on the curtains at night
Cherry tree blossom, head high snow
A busy main road where I wasn’t to go
I used to sit on the garden wall
Say hallo to people going by so tall
Hallo to the postman’s stubbly skin
Hallo to the baker’s stubbly grin
Mrs. Thompson gave me a bear
Brigitte and some people lived upstairs
Skating on happy valley pond
Various ministers and guards stood around
The ice was nice. Hallo, the invisible brethren
And there was a tent you played cards with the soldiers in
“Don't worry, we won’t send anyone after you,” they screamed
But me and Licorice saw the last of them
One misty twisty day
Across the mournful morning moor, motoring away
Singing, “Ladybird, ladybird, what is your wish
Your wish is not granted unless it’s a fish
Your wish is not granted unless it’s a dish
A fish on a dish, is that what you wish?”
Earth, water, fire, and air
Met together in a garden fair
Put in a basket bound with skin
If you answer this riddle
If you answer this riddle
You’ll never begin - For A Thousand Mothers - Jethro Tull
- Salt Slides - Bernard Herrmann, Journey To The Center Of The Earth
- Twilight Zone Theme - Bernard Herrmann
This is the theme music from TZ’s first season, way spookier than Marius Constant’s familiar “doo doo doo doo” intro that was used in the last four seasons.
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