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The not so old TV classic - "Last of the (Mid?)Summer Wine" - springs to mind when we all enjoy the frolics of Yorkshire folk at their best.
The interesting thing is to identify the TV characters with our Anticant and the beadle and ben in the background.
Maybe we need a TV programme based on the adventures of Anticant.
Too many skeletons in the cupboard - it would probably be more like the Midsomer Murders.
ReplyDeletedem bones dem bones .... now hear the word of the Lord.
ReplyDeleteCome out, go West young man.
Do you remember "It ain't no sin to take off your skin and dance around in your bones"? And who was the singer?
ReplyDeleteah dunno
ReplyDeleteTrakl?
ReplyDeletehttp://geobay.com/3452ab Dem bones.
ReplyDeleteNora Batty and John Inman had a son?.
I'm sure William Burroughs did a version of that (""It ain't no sin..") with Tom Waits on the latter's "The Black Rider".
ReplyDeleteHope Anticant isn't offended by this but I'm picturing Bill Hartnell as Dr. Who...
You're quite right, trousers, it is on 'The Black Rider':
ReplyDelete"When you hear sweet syncopation
And the music softly moans
T'ain't no sin to take off your skin
And dance around in your bones
"When it gets too hot for comfot
And you can't get an ice cream cone
T'ain't no sin to take off your skin
And dance around your bones
"Just like those bamboo babies
Down in the South Sea tropic zone
T'ain't no sin to take off your skin
And dance around your bones"
I doubt if Mr & Mrs Zola will be doing this in Lapland tonight, though!
Must get hold of that album. Old Bill's vocals are an eerie delight.
ReplyDeleteFor what it is worth : Giving a rather formal lecture one day to a conference I risked it.
ReplyDeletegave a song i did.
Aimed it at a few special members of the seated audience.
Song from Waits "Time".
Later a well known and yet friendly professor caught me in a corner and told me he had got the point. The lines :-
" And they all pretend they're orphans and their memory's like a train
You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away
And all the things you can't remember tell the things you can't forget
That history puts a saint in every dream "
Strangely enough I have once sung that exact Burroughs/Waits song in my strange days as a lead singer.
ReplyDeleteRock on, brother!
ReplyDeleteIce berlin would not be amused !
ReplyDeleteBut Toby .... rock on we like it.
Good choice Zola.
ReplyDeleteMy bass playing is incredible (as distinct from saying "I'm a good bass player").
I am extremely upset.
ReplyDeleteOh don't worry beadle, I'm not too bad on guitar.
ReplyDeleteThe Merkin is the only true Rocker...
ReplyDeleteLavender is the only true BLUE
ReplyDeleteThat Merkin is really a Charles Haughtry on the deaf aids ...... methinks.
ReplyDeleteWe can put old Szwagi on the bagpipes to cheer him up as he can give imself a real good blow job.
As for ............
Pardon?
ReplyDeleteDidn't quite catch that.
Too full of bag pipes methinks.
ReplyDeleteBlocks the ears yer know.
Hello again Lurkin Merkin how the hell are you?
Making a pact with the ben and beadle in the cupboard?
ReplyDeleteIt's getting mighty packed with pacts in the Burrow........
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