aaah! Wonderful, inspiring! When my Dad was teaching at Dubbo South High, the school was having all its old plumbing pipes dug up and replaced - he hated to see all those offcut pieces of conduit go to waste, so he starting making primitive flutes from them... I'm hoping that this site will inspire him all over again- thanks for sharing it!
Eleanor Rigby's dead Lo, lo, lo, lo, look at lonely people Eleanor Rigby's dead No, no, no, no, nobody darning her socks Father McKenzie plays alone with dirt along the shore Where do they all belong Eleanor Rigby, Eleanor Rigby
The Moody Blue have a tune called Legend Of A Mind, about LSD guru Timothy Leary, a snippet of the lyrics from:
http://www.kaibab.org/moodies/mxsearch.htm
is in order:
Timothy Leary's dead. No, no, no, no, He's outside looking in. Timothy Leary's dead. No, no, no, no, He's outside looking in. He'll fly his astral plane, Takes you trips around the bay, Brings you back the same day, Timothy Leary. Timothy Leary.
and so on...
If you know the tune, my hack filk makes sense, otherwise you're left wondering what the heck is going on here.
You see, this is EXACTLY the sort of thing I get a tad bit obsessive over. Like the Bazantar. I've dreamed of owning one of those for quite some time now....
Have you ever heard a glass harmonica played? The sound is so ethereal that when it was furst played, religious leaders wanted it banned as either evil or erotic:
http://www.finkenbeiner.com/soundsample.html
Heh, I guess that highlights a difference between Aussies and Yanks; Aussies make instruments out of beer bottles, and Yanks make them out of wine glasses. }:xD
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And particularly appropriate, as the words to "Eleanor Rigby" were originally written on a bar napkin.
That napkin later sold for $50,000, as I recall.
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Lo, lo, lo, lo, look at lonely people
Eleanor Rigby's dead
No, no, no, no, nobody darning her socks
Father McKenzie plays
alone with dirt along the shore
Where do they all belong
Eleanor Rigby, Eleanor Rigby
CYa!
Mako
Moody Zzyzxian
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The Moody Blue have a tune called Legend Of A Mind, about LSD guru Timothy Leary, a snippet of the lyrics from:
http://www.kaibab.org/moodies/mxsearch.htm
is in order:
Timothy Leary's dead.
No, no, no, no, He's outside looking in.
Timothy Leary's dead.
No, no, no, no, He's outside looking in.
He'll fly his astral plane,
Takes you trips around the bay,
Brings you back the same day,
Timothy Leary. Timothy Leary.
and so on...
If you know the tune, my hack filk makes sense, otherwise you're left wondering what the heck is going on here.
CYa!
Mako
Zzyzxian Hack Filker ()
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Beer Bottle Organ
It sounds like a calliope; I like it.
Have you ever heard a glass harmonica played? The sound is so ethereal that when it was furst played, religious leaders wanted it banned as either evil or erotic:
http://www.finkenbeiner.com/soundsample.html
Heh, I guess that highlights a difference between Aussies and Yanks; Aussies make instruments out of beer bottles, and Yanks make them out of wine glasses. }:xD