Funny (as in odd) time of year this is and no mistake...Christmas over, to early for a spring clean...
I can't get excited over Burn's Night or Australia Day or the Chinese New Year (Year of the Ox)...
It's like standing at a bus-stop waiting for the year to turn up...
Still, for two and a half hours a week I have a purpose....
Writing a list...
Where Do You Go To My Lovely?: Bill 1:2/Berry/Ray+Full Cast
New York Girls: Colin+Full Cast
All the Good Times: Paul+Full Cast
24 Hours From Tulsa: David
My Flower, My Companion and Me: Eddie
I Love My Love: Jane
An Empty Cup: Bill 1:2
As Time Goes By: Brenda
Someday: Berry
You're My Best Friend: Ray
Unaccompanied Triangle Solo: Heather
Walk With Me: Les
Fishes: John
Sisters of Mercy: Paul
Lowlands Away: Colin
Farewell, Farewell: Lynda
Last Night I Went Out Walking: David
Sing With Me Now: Eddie
Ma' Bonny Lad: Jane
Walk Right Back: Bill 1:2
Slow Boat To China: Berry
When I'm 64: Brenda/Berry
Oh! Lord It's Hard To Be Humble: Ray
You've Got To Hide Your Love Away: Les
A Cradle Song: John
My Lady's A Wild Flying Dove: Lynda
To Soon To Know: Paul
Songwriting: Ken
All Things Are Quite Silent: Colin
Daydream Believer: Bill 1:2
Red Rubber Ball: Les
Rolling Home: Ray
Until we meet again....
14 comments:
I think that Jane sang what is better known as 'Black is the colour of my true-love's hair'.
"My Ladies A Wild Flying Dove" - if you wish to promulgate correct spelling, grammar and punctuation, you should change this to "My Lady's A Wild Flying Dove", which is, after all, the correct title.
(Do you do this deliberately?)
"(Do you do this deliberately?)"
Yes I do..!
It's a game I play called...
"Irk the Purists"
"Christmas over, to early for a spring clean...": did you mean "too early"?
Far from being irking, it gives me great satisfaction, not to mention a sense of purpose in an otherwise hum-drum existence. You make lists, I expose the weaknesses of others. I don't just correct your website, you know.
And I don't believe you do it deliberately. So there!
Talking of purists, wasn't Sisters of Mercy completely beautiful?
I like wild ladies. They pretend to be doves ... then they fly!
"Wild Flying Dove" is already long enough & a spelling challenge for immigrants. Careful!
I'm sure it was Donovan who sang "Yellow" … is the colour…etc; and the answer to the puzzle "We'll Meet Again.." is Vera Lynn in 1939, and NOT Lynn Truss. What if you change all the song titles to another line in the lyric? e.g. "Don't know where don't know when" or "Send Her Victorious." That still works for me.
Lynn Truss did alright with the English version of her book on punctuation, but it didn't translate well enough to sell internationally. It might be nice to spell all the idiotic English words right but that's not so important as the message is it? Punctuation is just an aid to getting the message over. Language is just for communicating. It doesn't, any longer, deserve endless study and acclaim. Get a life! Better still get a job! "Wot no jobs!"
Who said all that?
Who is this trouble-maker of unspecified degrees?
When I do this song I sing, "My lady IS a wild flying dove."
It still scans.
No apostrophe is required.
My truss is satisfactorily occupied!
What more could one want?
You can sing 'My lady is ...' but it doesn't fit the tune as Tom Paxton wrote it/recorded it. I have the published piece before me, and the "dy's" of "lady's" takes one semi-quaver only. the phrase "lady's a" is the same pattern, rhythmically as "wild flyin' dove (1 crotchet, 2 semi-quavers). To sing it otherwise dilutes the strength of this device.
As to Anonymous' claim that the song's too long: it has 3 verses of 4 lines (58 words) plus a chorus of 18 words. I think there mught be longer nursery rhymes. Anonymous is clearly intellectually-challenged.
And, Angle, something which aids communication (such as punctuation - consider Lynn Truss's "eats shoots and leaves" example) is to be encouraged, is it not?
No wonder I find life so hard. One needs a brain then to copy someone elses bongs & worms. Viz Ladies/lady's/lad-is/
Crutchit & crotchet
I think I got it
Let us not waver
Over one semi-quaver
Wum if one can
Make it to scan
Not go too soon
The song to croon
Over & over
Until we reach Dover.
Then over the top,
To end with a slop.
Set to the right tune it will be beautiful.
All this typing about speglin an punkchewashon and Tom Paxo neglects the elephant in the room...
He states that his lady is a wild flying dove...
Not 'like' a wild flying dove mind you, but the actual thing...
The subtext being carnal relations with avians..
Set against my extensive knowledge of barnyard behavior that's perverse and suggests that elementary sex education in the U.S.A. hasn't moved beyond 'the birds and the bees' stage...
He then goes on to assert that not only is she a dove, she is also wine...
Make your mind up pal...!
Mind you, thinking about it, a bird that turns in to wine has got to be a bonus though I still think I'd rather have a ciggi...
Outaspaceman: Your apparant refusal to countenance the concept of 'metaphor' is disingenuous - come, come, we know you better.
Angle: 'wum'? Is this a mnemonic for 'what an unholy mess'? Anyone care to join me in raising funds to send Angle & St. Anley to poetry school? In Outer Mongolia?
Now we know the subject that will run & run. England cricketers take note!
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