FRIDAY RANDOM TEN -SING LIKE A PIRATE EDITION

Arrrh! It be Friday, ye lubbers...and that means it be time for the weekly arrrhsortment of songs and sea-shanties as randomly barfed out by the iParrrhd d’Elisson.

It also be the nineteenth of September, which means it be International Talk Like A Pirate Day. I wonder what Joan of Argghh! and El Capitan be doing on their special day to-day?

This morning, I went to morning minyan, where I davened like a pirate. It be not so farrrh-fetched, matey. The famous buccaneer Jean Lafitte, late of New Orleans and Galveston, was reputed to be a Jew.

And so I worked through the order of service as I do on all weekdays: Birkot ha-Shacharrrh, P’sukei d’ Zimrarrrh (including Barukh she-Amarrrh and Arrrhshrei), the Arrrhmidah (AKA the Shemonarrrh Esrei), and the Arrrhleinu. And, it being the month of Elul, we concluded the service with the sounding of the Shofarrrh.

But enough of this narrrhischkeit for now. It be time to see what be playing:

1. Silvertown Blues - Mark Knopfler
   
   
2. Selfless, Cold and Composed - Ben Folds Five
   
   
3. Friday Night, Saturday Morning - The Specials
   
   Out of bed, it’s eight a.m.
   Out my head, by half past ten
   Out with mates and dates and friends
   That’s what I do at weekends
   I can’t talk and I can’t walk
   But I know where I’m going to go
   I’m going to watch my money go
   At the Locarno, no
   
   When my feet go through the door
   I know what my right arm is for
   Buy a drink and pull a chair
   Up to the edge of the dance floor
   Bouncers bouncing through the night
   Trying to stop or start a fight
   I sit and watch the flashing lights
   Moving legs in footless tights
   
   I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
   I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
   
   I like to venture into town
   I like to get a few drinks down
   The floor gets packed the bar gets full
   I don’t like life when things get dull
   The hen party have saved the night
   And freed themselves from drunken stags
   Having fun and dancing in
   A circle ’round their leather bags
   
   I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
   I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
   
   But two o’clock has come again
   It’s time to leave this paradise
   Hope the chip shop isn’t closed
   ’Cos their pies are really nice
   I’ll eat it in the taxi queue
   Standing in someone else’s spew
   Wish I had lipstick on my shirt
   Instead of piss stains on my shoes
   
   I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
   I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
   I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
   I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
   
   
4. Yes It Is - The Beatles
   
   
5. Hot Plate Heaven At The Green Hotel - A Tribute Band for FZ
   
   
6. Village Of The Sun - Frank Zappa
   
   
7. Goin’ Away To Sea - The Klezmatics
   
   
8. Mardi Gras in New Orleans - Professor Longhair
   
   Former home of Jean Lafitte!
   
   
9. Spanish Key - Miles Davis
   
   
10. Whisky Train - Procol Harum
    
    

It be Friday, ye scurvy Jack Tarrrh. What be ye listening to?

Update:



Even Google be getting into the act. Arrrh!