Archived comment by daen:
Ummmmmm... steff, why don't you come over here, and we'll watch Pinky & the Brain and have brunch instead.
And ice cream for afters.

Archived comment by steff:
reeeeeally? *grin* come right over... i'll have a tv guide and cleaning supplies waiting when you get here.

Archived comment by daen:
I know - whenever I start sulking about missing Saturday cartoons, I hunt up a TV guide and look at what I'd actually be missing. Sometimes it makes cleaning the bathroom look appealing.

Archived comment by steff:
yes, you are daen... because saturday morning cartoons are just NOT the same anymore, and the cartoon network is generally a poor substitute. *sigh*

Archived comment by daen:
The only time I miss TV is on Saturday mornings when I want to watch cartoons.

I'm just going to have to buy a few WB collections, I suppose.

Archived comment by tim:
Heeeeeeee!

Archived comment by daen:
What.... would you want with a wabbit?
Caaaaaaaan't you see that I'm much sweeter?
Iiiiiiiiii'm your little senoriter
Youuuuuuu look like my kind of guyyyyyyyyyy
Let me straighten your tie
And I will dance for you.

Archived comment by tim:
"See yon rich unwary traveler, I'll rob him of his gold and give it to some poor, unworthy slob..."

Archived comment by daen:
Are you in, genius?
Are you insufferable?
Inscrutable?
Inbearable?

Archived comment by tim:
" Thanks for the sour persimmions, cousin""

Archived comment by steff:
gotta love ray... oddly, marinerd, i think of those lyrics every time i hear anything about a somewhat unusual fruit, like a pomengranate or fig or something.

...and a grape...

Archived comment by marinerd:
Nonsensically, that last reminded me of song lyrics that will probably haunt me until my death:

...with rings on her fingers
and bells on her toes
and a bone in her nose
ho ho

Lord help me.

Archived comment by tim:
Anyone who sings " She Doesn't Have a Bone Through Her Nose" deserves a long life...IMHO
: )

Archived comment by Joe Napalm:

Coincidence? I think not!

-Jn-
Efreeti Sophist

Archived comment by Saint:
Yep. And unlike most of the other original members, he hasn't suffered a sudden and early demise.

Archived comment by tim:
Fairport Convention with Richard Thompson??
That man can play a guitar.

Archived comment by Saint:
As an addendum to the below song, check out the namelink for its origins.

Archived comment by Saint:
Another medieval flavor not-quite-Friday song:

A holiday, a holiday, and the first one of the year.
Lord Darnell's wife came into church, the gospel for to hear.

And when the meeting it was done, she cast her eyes about,
And there she saw little Matty Groves, walking in the crowd.

"Come home with me, little Matty Groves, come home with me tonight.
Come home with me, little Matty Groves, and sleep with me till light."

"Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home and sleep with you tonight,
By the rings on your fingers I can tell you are Lord Darnell's wife."

"What if I am Lord Darnell's wife? Lord Darnell's not at home.
For he is out in the far cornfields, bringing the yearlings home."

And a servant who was standing by and hearing what was said,
He swore Lord Darnell he would know before the sun would set.

And in his hurry to carry the news, he bent his breast and ran,
And when he came to the broad mill stream, he took off his shoes and swam.

Little Matty Groves, he lay down and took a little sleep.
When he awoke, Lord Darnell he was standing at his feet.

Saying "How do you like my feather bed? And how do you like my sheets?
How do you like my lady who lies in your arms asleep?"

"Oh, well I like your feather bed, and well I like your sheets.
But better I like your lady gay who lies in my arms asleep."

"Well, get up, get up," Lord Darnell cried, "get up as quick as you can!
It'll never be said in fair England that I slew a naked man."

"Oh, I can't get up, I won't get up, I can't get up for my life.
For you have two long beaten swords and I not a pocket-knife."

"Well it's true I have two beaten swords, and they cost me deep in the purse.
But you will have the better of them and I will have the worse."

"And you will strike the very first blow, and strike it like a man.
I will strike the very next blow, and I'll kill you if I can."

So Matty struck the very first blow, and he hurt Lord Darnell sore.
Lord Darnell struck the very next blow, and Matty struck no more.

And then Lord Darnell he took his wife and he sat her on his knee,
Saying, "Who do you like the best of us, Matty Groves or me?"

And then up spoke his own dear wife, never heard to speak so free.
"I'd rather a kiss from dead Matty's lips than you and your finery."

Lord Darnell he jumped up and loudly he did bawl,
He struck his wife right through the heart and pinned her against the wall.

"A grave, a grave!" Lord Darnell cried, "to put these lovers in.
But bury my lady at the top for she was of noble kin."

(This is the first Fairport Convention version--they recorded it a lot, and they aren't the only ones; feel free to add or subtract verses, and change the lord's name to your heart's content.)

Archived comment by tim:
I love " The Court Jester"
Nice choice for a friday song.
: )

Archived comment by Saint:
Glad you liked it. :)

It's Heather Alexander, by the way--just in case you like it well enough to look for more.

Archived comment by Inuki:
Saint, thank you for getting me addicted to that song. Even though it scares people when I randomly start humming/singing it, as the only line I'm sure of is "How many of them can we make die?" which is obviously a little weird to hear someone randomly singing.

My contribution: Danny Kaye's "Maladjusted Jester."

Your majesty I have a confession my secret I must now betray
I was not a born fool it took work to get this way

When I was a lad I was gloomy and sad
And I was from the day I was born
When other lads giggled and gurgled and wiggled
I proudly was loudly forlorn
My friends and my family looked at me clammily
Thought there was something amiss
When others found various antics hilarious
All I could manage was this �hoo hoo
Or this � hoo waahhh
My father he shouted he needs to be clouted
His teeth on a wreath I�ll hand him
My mother she cried as she rushed to my side
You�re a brute and you don�t understand him
So they send for a witch with a terrible twitch
To ask how my future impressed her
She took one look at me and cried hehehehehe, he?
What else could he be but a jester?
A jester a jester, a funny idea a jester
No butcher no baker no candlestick maker
And me with the look of a fine undertaker
Impressed her as a jester?

Now where could I learn any comical turn
That was not in a book on the shelf
No teacher to take me and mold me and make me
A merryman fool or an elf
But I�m proud to recall that in no time at all
With no other recourses but my own resources
With firm application and determination
I made a fool of myself!

I bought a little gun and I learned to shoot
I bought a little a horn and I learned to toot
Now I can shoot and toot ain�t that cute?

I started to travel to try to unravel
My mind and to find a new chance
When I got to Spain it was suddenly plain
That the field that appealed was the dance
The Spanish were clannish but I wouldn�t vanish
I learned every step they had planned
The first step of all isn�t hard to recall
Cause the first step of all is to stand
And stand
And stand, and stand, and stand, and stand, and-
They sometimes stand this way for days
Then they get very mad at the floor and start to stomp on it
*stomps, hurts himself*
After all of my practice the terrible fact is
I made a fool of myself

I sadly decided that dancing as I did
To sing was a thing that was surer
I found me a teacher a crotchety creature
Who used to sing coloratura
She twisted my chin pushed my diaphragm in
With a poker she vocalized me
When she said it was best that I threw out my chest
You may gather that rather surprised me
I was on solid ground till I suddenly found
That in Venice I was to appear
The gala locale was a choppy canal
And me, a high sea gondolier
I nervously perched as the gondola lurched
Before the King�s palazzo
As I started my song my voice it was strong
But my stomach I fear was not so
Oh solo mio, ooohhhhhhhh
Oh solo mio, ooohhhhhhhh
*splash*
When I fell overboard how his majesty roared
And before a siesta he made me his jester
And I found out soon that to be a buffoon
Was a serious thing as a rule
For a jester�s chief employment
Is to kill himself for your enjoyment
And a jester unemployed is nobody�s fool

Archived comment by tim:
In honor of this weekends Red Sox/ Yankees match up ( Tonight..Pedro vs. Wells)
My friday song is by Iggy Pop

Knocking 'Em Down In The City

We're seeking employment
We're ready and strong
Knockin 'em down in the city

We're knockin' 'em down
We don't care where they fall
Knockin' 'em down in the city

And we don't care what your name is
We're only here to knock 'em down

We're coming to your house to state our appeal
Knockin' 'em down in the city
It doesn't take long 'cause the message is clear
Knockin' 'em down in the city

And you can change situations
Go ahead and knock 'em down

The world has its problems but I can't see how
Knockin' 'em down in the city
I want expression and I get it now
Knockin' 'em down in the city

And I don't care what your name is
I'm only here to knock 'em down

Are you ready to knock 'em down
Are you ready to knock 'em down
Are you ready?
We're ready
Are you ready?
We're ready
Ready to knock 'em down

Go Sox!

Archived comment by Saint:
It isn't Friday, of course, but it's my Friday. And anyway, I'm going to be too busy building steps on Friday to do much of anything else. So. Here's a Friday song, a bit early:

Axes flash, broadsword swing,
Shining armour's piercing ring
Horses run with polished shield,
Fight Those Bastards till They Yield
Midnight mare and blood red roan,
Fight to Keep this Land Your Own
Sound the horn and call the cry,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!

Follow orders as you're told,
Make Their Yellow Blood Run Cold
Fight until you die or drop,
A Force Like Ours is Hard to Stop
Close your mind to stress and pain,
Fight till You're No Longer Sane
Let not one damn cur pass by,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!

Guard your women and children well,
Send These Bastards Back to Hell
We'll teach them the ways of war,
They Won't Come Here Any More
Use your shield and use your head,
Fight till Every One is Dead
Raise the flag up to the sky,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!

Dawn has broke, the time has come,
Move Your Feet to a Marching Drum
We'll win the war and pay the toll,
We'll Fight as One in Heart and Soul
Midnight mare and blood red roan,
Fight to Keep this Land Your Own
Sound the horn and call the cry,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!

I first put the song on CITYBagel, mistakenly thinking that would take care of the matter. But it was still stuck in my head, so...shrug. If you like it, you can get it at CITYBagel, for the next couple days anyway.

Archived comment by steff:
oh. wait... heeeeere's the friday song thread. heh. good call daen. you're right, of course.

and, of course, i just HAPPEN to have another song in my head. taproot, this time.

overbearing panic attack entrenching my veins
in an hour i'll be ok
i pray this pain will go away permanently someday
i've seen more than...
i should have to...
i've seen this on my own

this song is a,
poem to myself,
it helps me to live...
in case of fire,
break the glass,
and move on into your own...

reoccurring drowning effect entrenching my brain,
i hope you'll be ok someday,
so i can say that you moved on in the right way...
we've seen this and
we've breathed this and
we've lived this on our own...

this song is a,
poem to myself,
it helps me to live...
in case of fire,
break the glass,
and move on into your own...
your own...

break...

this song is a,
poem to myself,
it helps me to live...
in case of fire,
break the glass,
and move on into your own...

Archived comment by daen:
Friday song.

Cue Oysterband, please:

There might music on the street
forty floors beneath my feet
static from a dying star
comes as far, comes as far

Random voices on a show
wisdom of the radio
they promise heaven down the line
even mine, even mine

Put out the lights
Put out the lights
Put out the lights on London City
The night is warm, let me take you in my arms
Put out the lights
Put out the lights
Put out the lights on London City
Keep the creatures safe from harm

Every place that I have been
leaves its message on my skin
so many prophesies and signs
so little time, so little time

Put out the lights
Put out the lights
Put out the lights on London City
The night is warm, let me take you in my arms
Put out the lights
Put out the lights
Put out the lights on London City
Keep the creatures safe from harm

Archived comment by Paul:
Now all I need are karoke versions of all those songs and I can put together "The Impressive Clergyman's Greatest Hits"...

Archived comment by Matt:
Foxy Wady, Wittow Wing, Cwoss Twaffic, Aww Awong da Watchtowa, Fiaw, Purpah Haze, Sgt. Peppaw's Wonewy Hawt's Cwub Band (McCartney gave him a demo of it before the album was released).

There's a lot of rich material there, Paul. Good times.

Archived comment by Paul:
And for the Princess Bride fans out there, I present the Impressive Clergyman singing some Jimi Hendrix!

"And da wind cwied... Mawwy..."

Archived comment by Jon:
Hooray! Great songs all 'round.

Archived comment by TheEileen:
You know, I was just thinking yesterday as I drove home listening to the below song, "Hmm, tomorrow is Friday - song day - and if any peoples would enjoy this song - it would be they."

That said,

Randy Scouse Git

She's a wonderful lady and she's mine all mine.
And there doesn't seem a way that she won't come and lose my mind.
It's too easy humming songs to a girl in a yellow dress.
It's been a long time since the party and the room is in a mess.
The Four Kings of EMI are sitting stately on the floor.
There are birds out on the sidewalk and a valet at the door.
He reminds me of a penguin with few unpleasant hairs.
Talcum powder on the letter and the birthday boy is there.

Why don't you cut your hair? Why don't you live up there?
Why don't you do what I do see what I feel when I care?

Now they've darkened all the windows and the seats are Naugahide.
I've been waiting for an hour, I can't find a place to hide.
The being known as Wonder Girl is speaking I believe.
It's not easy trying to tell her that I shortly have to leave.

Why don't you be like me? Why don't you stop and see?
Why don't you hate who I hate kill who I kill to be free?

Why don't you cut your hair? Why don't you live up there?
Why don't you do what I do see what I feel when I care?
Why don't you be like me? (She's a wonderful lady)
Why don't you stop and see? (and she's mine all mine)
Why don't you hate who I hate kill who I kill to be free?
(and there doesn't seem a way that she won't come and lose my mind)
Why don't you cut your hair? (It's too easy humming songs)
Why don't you live up there? (to a girl in a yellow dress)
Why don't you do what I do see what I feel when I care?
(It's been a long time since the party and the room is in a mess)

Archived comment by tim(1):
Being as it's Friday, and it's summer and that means reggae ( to me)
The Heptones.....
( based on a poem by R Sharpe...I believe)

Book of Rules



Isn't it strange how princesses and kings
in clown-ragged capers in sawdust rings
while common people like you and me
we'll be builders for eternity
each is given a bag of tools
a shapeless mass and the book of rules

each must make his life as flowing in
tumbling block or a stepping stone
while common people like you and me
we'll be builders for eternity
each is given a bag of tools
a shapeless mass and the book of rules

look when the rain has fallen from the sky
you know the sun will be only with us for a while
while common people like you and me
we'll be builders for eternity
each is given a bag of tools
a shapeless mass and the book of rules

Archived comment by ParU:
Why yes timbo - Eve is busy, she's working, no debauchery (or at least none she tells me), she moved (no Net access) and little time to do Net stuff at work. Matt, I'm sure she'd be thrilled to stop by your place to use the Net. (/ sarcasm). Plus, I think this weekend she's going to LA to visit friends and (hopefully) her grandparents.

Archived comment by Paul:
On a completely unrelated note... do not f*** with Mother Nature!

(namelink work safe)

Archived comment by tim:
For duty and humanity

Archived comment by Joe Napalm:
Science is a worthy pursuit, after all.

*fiendish grin*

-Jn-
EFVF

Archived comment by tim:
( that will get a post from ParU anyway....)

Archived comment by tim:
I'd assume, since she just graduated, that she's simply relaxing, having fun, and wallowing in post education debauchery.
For research purposes only of course.
: )

Archived comment by Matt:
I'm more concerned about what the hell's going on with Eve. I mean, it's been a solid week since she posted, which I'm pretty damn sure is the longest break since she started this site.

I mean, if it's just a sich with 'net access, I know a half dozen places in Berkeley she can go to upload a new quote, one of which is my house. *grin*

Eeeeve! Wheeeere aaaare youuuu?!

Archived comment by Paul:
Such as trying to free up a $6000 mold that's stuck in a machine by hitting the face of it with a 16 oz. ball peen hammer?...

Archived comment by Taragirl:
ooh, oooh, let me entertain everyone with my tales of "stupid things that employees do." Any takers??

(Resumes banging head against gray, asphalt wall)

Archived comment by tim:
I know you don't really want me to answer that so I'll just be quiet.
: )

Archived comment by daen:
All quiet on the Western front...

Well, I've been trying to keep up with my work while covering for a co-worker who broke his leg - what's everyone else been doing?

Archived comment by JLSeagull:
Look at that...FP on NP and I pulled one of my own pet peeves. Should read "...TOO interesting...". At least I read/say it "interesting" and not "intristing".

Couldn't have an on-topic without following it up off-topic...I always say. Posting too page to is two much fun.

Archived comment by JLSeagull:
US - Love Hangover by Diana Ross
UK - No Charge by J.J. Barrie (?)

enh...not to interesting. Born on my birthday included Marky Mark, the drummer from Iron Maiden and Freddie Stone of Sly & The Family Stone.

Worth starting a new page for? I vote "Probably Not"

Archived comment by Paul:
100th post! Woo-hoo!

Because I could, Denise. Just because I could. >:-p

Archived comment by Obsidiana:
n-Guy-
"Boys Don't Cry" was released in 1979 (1978 if you're British) and according to allmusic.com, "I Wanna Be a Cowboy" wasn't released until 1996. I think they're wrong. I'm pretty sure it's from 82 or 83, so your scenario is entirely possible.

Archived comment by Inuki:
Thanks for the flood of advice, guys... I switched to a split keyboard as soon as I could (ie. as soon as the newest computer got shipped here - a few days ago), because it makes it easier to type with the wrist brace on. I sleep with the brace, too, and have been using wrist-rests for years, for both keyboard and mouse. I didn't know about flattening the keyboard, but I'm trying it to see if it helps. I've gotten used to a mouse, but I'm considering getting a tablet for drawing.. It might replace my mouse, if I keep having trouble with my wrists.

But thank you all for your help and advice. It is genuinely appreciated.

Archived comment by ParU:
2 cool pts to marinerd for a tres cool link! Y'all need to visit it and look around where you live. Very interesting.

Archived comment by marinerd:
This has nothing to do with Carpal Tunnel, or Queen, but the namelink is so cool I had to share it. It's a project to post photos of every spot on Earth (on land) where latitude & longitude [sp]lines intersect. An excellent time waster.

/end interrupt

Archived comment by Just Curious:
Just FYI about carpel tunnel. I played the piano since I was three, I've been drawing since the same age, and I was a glassblower for 15 years. Basically, I've really screwed up my hands and wrists. After hearing horror stories about surgery, I took the advice of friends, like you've seen below. It's all good advice. I also use a split keyboard which helps so much.