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Irländsk ballad - I julskrud(Live)

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  • 2013.01.01
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Spoken live introduction on Revisited: Now I'd like to turn to the folk song, which has become in recent years the particularly fashionable form of idiocy among the self-styled intellectual. We find that people who deplore the level of current popular songs – although I admit they do seem to be recording almost anything these days. Have you heard Sesue Hayakawa's record of "Remember Pearl Harbor"? These same people who deplore the level of current popular songs and yet will sit around enthralled singing "Jimmy crack corn and I don't care" or "Green Grow The Rushes, Oh!" – whatever that means. At any rate, for this elite I have here an ancient Irish ballad, which was written a few years ago, and which is replete with all the accoutrements of this art form. In particular, it has a sort of idiotic refrain, in this case "rickety-tickety-tin," you'll notice cropping up from time to time, running through, I might add, interminable verses – The large number of verses being a feature expressly designed to please the true devotees of the folk song who seem to find singing fifty verses of "On Top Of Old Smoky" is twice as enjoyable as singing twenty-five. This type of song also has what is known technically in music as a modal tune, which means – for the benefit of any layman who may have wandered in this evening – that I play a wrong note every now and then, I think you'll notice that. This song, though, does differ strikingly from the genuine folk ballad in that in this song the words which are supposed to rhyme – actually do. I, ah, I really should say that – I do not direct these remarks against the vast army of folk song lovers, but merely against that peculiar hardcore who seem to equate authenticity with artistic merit and illiteracy with charm. Oh – one more thing. One of the more important aspects of public folk singing is audience participation, and this happens to be a good song for group singing. So if any of you feel like joining in with me on this song, I'd appreciate it if you would leave – right now! About a maid I'll sing a song Sing rickety-tickety-tin About a maid I'll sing a song Who didn't have her family long Not only did she do them wrong She did every one of them in Them in She did every one of them in One morning in a fit of pique Sing rickety-tickety-tin One morning in a fit of pique She drowned her father in the creek The water tasted bad for a week And we had to make do with gin With gin And we had to make do with gin Her mother she could never stand Sing rickety-tickety-tin Her mother she could never stand And so a cyanide soup she planned Her mother died with a spoon in her hand And her face in a hideous grin A grin Her face in a hideous grin She set her sister's hair on fire Rickety-tickety-tin She set her sister's hair on fire And as the smoke and flame rose higher Danced around the funeral pyre Playin' a violin 'Olin Playin' a violin She weighted her brother down with stones Rickety-tickety-tin She weighted her brother down with stones And sent him off to Davy Jones All they ever found were some bones And the occasional pieces of skin Of skin Occasional pieces of skin One day when she had nothing to do Rickety-tickety-tin One day when she had nothing to do She cut her baby brother in two And served him up as an Irish stew And invited the neighbors in 'Bors in Invited the neighbors in And when at last the police came by Rickety-tickety-tin And when at last the police came by Her little pranks she did not deny To do so she would have had to lie And lying she knew was a sin A sin Lying she knew was a sin My tragic tale I won't prolong Rickety-tickety-tin My tragic tale I won't prolong And if you do not enjoy my song You've yourselves to blame if it's too long You should never have let me begin Begin You should never have let me begin

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