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Same lifestyle, just a different caravan. Has nothing to do with the board the pirates supposedly used. Infinitessimal but still, as the mathematicians say, nonzero. Planck length = in Quantum Mechanics, the smallest possible distance. recording together again after a long hiatus, MONICA BERGO and I sing a story (sort of) from one (or more) of the interpenetrating and mutually contradictory alternate universes that make up our Reality. Lady Luck has vanished, leavin’ no clues., No use cryin’, or denyin’, or to call the FBI in Must be some breakdown on the information superhighway.Īre the only ones that send an email my way! Mmmmmm I’ve followed the directions, filled out all the sections, Well I been checkin’ all the websites, bookmarkin’ all the highlightsīut they either need a skillset that I just do not have yet, I got the finally got a rainy day to spend with my woman Seems like even when I win I find a way to lose. Then the boss said, You’re fired, ‘cause that shit-eatin’ grinĪnd I won a vacation in Japan – at Fukushima! Mmmmmm Get on with this new age positive thinkin’, Just for laughs.Įverybody tells me I should lighten up and take it easy, (hopefully you will forgive some sonic artifacts of the analog 4-track process) Portrait of the artist as a young.YOU fill in the blank!Īn old-timey rag about some modern predicaments. Percussion added now but otherwise it is as it was. Sometime in 1975 I sat down at a friend’s reel-to-reel 4-track and, with occasional appearances by “guest artists,” recorded an album’s worth of material that i called (recalling my trek back from San Francisco 8 years earlier) “Oklahoma Credit Card.” (that’s Texas slang for a gas siphon) One I’ve already posted (my 5th all-time best on Fanda and absolute worst showing on YT, go figure) but other than this the rest will in all probability never see the light of day – and that for extramusical reasons into the bargain.īut here we are, a lyric mash-up of Dostoyevsky’s “Underground Man” and Homer’s dauntless hero. But really, it is one of the finest and most exquisite melodies anywhere, even if the smart-ass brat who still lives inside me can’t resist transmogrifying the title into a song of praise for the ladies of the evening of the British capitol: London Derrière! My long-term listeners may be surprised (hopefully pleasantly) that I would do something like this. It is dedicated to Francisca Rigaud-Sharman, for whom it is a favorite song and who has a fine vocal version of it on her own page:
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Both tune and lyrics are hence firmly and unalterably in the public domain safe from even the most well-funded efforts at copyright extension by the likes of the Wokey Mouse Club and Sonny Bono’s widow Cui. The “Londonderry Air” first saw print in 1855, in a collection from the “Society for the Preservation and Publication of Ancient Irish Music.” The “Danny Boy” words were added later – by an Englishman! - in 1926.
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My version, for two Irish whistles, guitar, and accordion. The Revelationists righter than they knowīut still not enough to mark the calendar In a world playing Convergence of the Systems My compass spins useless in magnetic anomaly You are still awake and you can not find peace In which I help Monica Bergo deliver a special message!Īnd do not feel your arms lifting my weight Wynn Schaible - Guitars, Bass, Recorder - ♫*´¨`*