Orwell's Mobile Songs

Orwell masters technology    (eventually! Been a bit like watching a sheep trying to master flying an airplane!   )






CONFESSIONS OF ORWELL

I deleted a few posts of various songs awhile back. So if you are new to this Thread and wonder what folk are talking about certain songs that don't appear to exist - well, they don't exist here anymore, but you can still find them on You Tube under Glenn Maillard.

Why did I remove them? Err... it's due to a bout of artistic insecurity I had and I removed them -- which is the poet's right as I see it.   

I really like 'reconciliation', but I shudder to think what Martha thinks of Mary.

Mary might be a trollop, but I'm certainly fond of her.  

this is such a typical forumshire thread.

Norc wrote:this is such a typical forumshire thread.

  

This is my heartfelt dedicatory piece for Petty- Orwell

I think I'm flattered? Am I flattered?   Or is that just uncertain crabbit? Mmmm? I'm not sure.   

"Ock the noo" has never sounded better   

  I think I saw Odo pop out in the Petty song.

I hope you're not going to start up that infamous and ill informed Eldorion gossip again!   

Wisey has come along with a lovely bit of channeling called "What a Great Ginger Pussy, Mrs Figg." Wisey is quite fond of cats, you know. I've put a tune to it - but I fear there may be some here - disrespectable sorts - who might - because of their febrile despicable minds - draw the wrong conclusions about it. Should I record and post it, Mrs Figg --- or should I not?  

{{{I'm sure you'd find nothing vulgar about it -- but others - you know - some of the more horrid beastly Forumshirans... It's quite an innocent song, of course. I mean Wisey even mentions that most innocent of entertainments - the Eel Wranglers Ball in it... so, of course, it is nothing but Family Friendly...  }}}

{{{I could PM the words first, Mrs Figg?   }}}

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This is Mrs McOdo's Ginger Pussy, Ginger Meggs. But I'm sure she's not ever so nice as your Ginger Pussy, Mrs Figg... {{{ }}}

Good news. Mrs Figg could not see how anyone could possibly see Wisey and my song as anything but an innocent approval for big Ginger Pussies, and not even the most evil minded Forumshiran (even a Scotshobbit) could possibly interpret any of it innuendoley. So I'll get on to it tomorrow... I believe we should celebrate big Ginger Pussies whether up the North or Downunder. Especially magnificent pussies like Mrs Figg's. I think she calls it Felicity.   


{{{Caveat: The above comment may not be in all senses true and correct. }}}

even the most evil minded Forumshiran (even a Scotshobbit) could possibly interpret any of it innuendoley- Orwell

We shall see, yes, we shall see   

 

Orwell wrote: This is my heartfelt dedicatory piece for Petty, which I hope shows the deep respect I have for him and Scotshobbit's generally.

well this cracked me up

btw.. do u have a lot of spare time?

Why do you ask ...  

{{{What's she asking that for, I wonder -- chatting me up?   She does know I'm eight times her age - doesn't she...   ... ... Well, I must rise to the challenge... I am a gentlehobbit and Norc is a fair hobbit maid (apparently)...   Now - I wonder where I put that viagra?   Hey! I don't take long anyway... I hope she doesn't expect a long courtship! I thought she was a modern young woman...   }}}

Words from: the "Lost Drunken Poems: 'Soft Pussies and Pert Puppies' Collection" - by T.S. Elliot.

Channelled by Wisey Banks.

shut it you old fart.

 Maybe I misunderstood the sub text of the question... Do you mean --- do I laze about all day with plenty of time to write stuff and record stuff, Norc?   If so --- no more than anyone else who has a full time job, I guess. I don't muck about and sweat over trying to write great works of art -- I write what comes, then edit what comes, and if I like it - at least in relation to songs - I play them straight onto my mobile phone. I guess I'm quite disciplined in a way - though I may not seem very disciplined.

{{{Reminds me of that old story of clowns being the most serious folk --- and the best clowns are the best prepared!}}}

{{{Note to self: Be careful what jokes you make about young women in future! Old farts like Mrs Figg and Amarie and Azriel seem safer territory! }}}

i just meant fooling around making silly songs is just the thing i do when i am very bored and have lots of time on my hands

 To the pussy song! Genius! Wisey has surpassed himself this time, and a lovely ballad about Mrs Figg's pussy to boot. I'm sure she will be proud and give it a good stroke till it purrs   

Frankly, I don't think there are anywhere near enough Family Friendly songs around nowadays.   

Norc wrote:i just meant fooling around making silly songs is just the thing i do when i am very bored and have lots of time on my hands

I guess I treat everything I do seriously and I make time. (6am in the morning is a good time to find mind space - or when my Missus ducks out to get the milk for twenty minutes). It's actually harder to be genuinely funny than it is to write the successful poetic/artistic/serious, I reckon. But I try to turn my effort to 'going with the flow' with either the serious or the amusing -- even though both often merge and become  the same thing. My song 'The Dolly' was meant to be a cynical joke about people caring more about (superficial) beauty than their own health - but then it became a sad reflection on human beings and the wish to not only feel beautiful but realize that life itself is a beautiful thing if we only recognize it.  My sister-in-law died from cancer a couple of years after I wrote the song. She loved make up but I know that she used it as a way of making herself feel good about herself - and creative - it was not stuff she painted on to solicit attention as such or fool people - it was about her expressing her inner beauty. I'm not sure how good the song is - but it means a lot to me. Anyway - I must get back to my new song with Wisey. What he's got so far - and it's a channelling in progress - is:

A Skattykatzenberg boy
Hello sailor – ahoy!
Such succulent thighs
Make a grown hobbit sigh
As he walks by - curiously by.

Ringo son of Homo --- Herring
Herring – Herring – Herring

A Fisk fishing lad
You don’t look half bad
With your Nordic fringe
The grown hobbits sing
Zing-a-ding ding
zing-a-ding-ding.

Ringo son of Homo --- Herring
Herring – Herring – Herring....


I wish I could just channel and not have to make things up. Wisey has the Gift! Luckilly for him, he doesn't care what he writes --- I do labour at times for all my free-and-easy talk... (Same with Ol'Anon too, come to think, the lucky lucky bastard!)