Man Who Tries to Steal Trump Flag at New Year’s Mummers Parade in Philly Gets Punched in the Face.
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…good. Getting your ass kicked by a costumed “mummer”?
Even BETTER.
…whenever I hear “Mummer”, I think of this…
https://youtu.be/qxTpvA-pUG0?si=0HpZHoPEs4IYzquF
…I like Loreena McKennitt, I just wish I could hear high frequencies again so I could understand her words.
Also, this video makes me, personally sad, to see that I took a wrong turn in life, in that I worked from before sunrise to beyond sunset doing hard, dangerous, skilled things with hard-won experience all these years when THESE guys show me that I COULD have just put a badly made basket on my head and busked around a bit in the daylight hours and had women like Loreena McKennitt to keep me warm when the sun goes down, but that’s just me…
I like the clown beat down here though. Further proof that it’s the man and not the clothes that matters, good on them and may they be the Insane Clown Posse the city NEEDS, and not the one it DESERVES…;)
…and no, “Busked” is not a typo, if you’re wondering.
https://promusicianhub.com/what-is-busking/
…so get off your seat and busk around!
Busk around!
Busk up, busk up, and get down!
(apologies to House Of Pain, “Jump Around”)
I keep saying that people don’t get punched in the face enough, if it happens more often maybe people will stop being assholes. Probably not though.
SNS,
I know of what you speak. To current times I’ll hear or understand lyrics for the first time from something over sixty years old.
Here ya go…
Lyrics
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
When in the springtime of the year
When the trees are crowned with leaves
When the ash and oak, and the birch and yew
Are dressed in ribbons fair
When owls call the breathless moon
In the blue veil of the night
The shadows of the trees appear
Amidst the lantern light
We’ve been rambling all the night
And some time of this day
Now returning back again
We bring a garland gay
Who will go down to the shady groves
And summon the shadows there
And tie a ribbon on those sheltering arms
In the springtime of the year
The songs of birds seem to fill the wood
That when the fiddler plays
All their voices can be heard
Long past their woodland days
We’ve been rambling all the night
And some time of this day
And now returning back again
We bring a garland gay
And so they linked their hands and danced
‘Round in circles and in rows
And so the journey of the night descends
When all the shades are gone
A garland gay we bring you here
And at your door we stand
It is a sprout well budded out
The work of our Lord’s hand
We’ve been rambling all the night
And some time of this day
And now returning back again
We bring a garland gay
We’ve been rambling all the night
And some time of this day
And now returning back again
We bring a garland gay
Very nice, Anymouse!
I like the one where a princess drowns her sister over a man, and the guy who finds her waterlogged body does what you’re supposed to do in those circumstances and makes a harp out of her breastbone and fingerboard (I HOPE just the bones) so her repurposed corpse can rat her killer out in song…
https://youtu.be/JsNJuhBfbPg?si=9rWDM5uiCnh9GBc_
“A farmer there lived in the north country
A hey ho and me bonny o
And he had daughters one, two, three
The swans swim so bonny o
These daughters they walked by the river’s brim
A hey ho and me bonny o
The eldest pushed the youngest in
The swans swim so bonny o
Oh sister, oh sister, pray lend me your hand
A hey ho and me bonny o
And I will give you house and land
The swans swim so bonny o
I’ll give you neither hand nor glove
A hey ho and me bonny o
Unless you give me your own true love
The swans swim so bonny o
Sometimes she sank, sometimes she swam
A hey ho and me bonny o
Until she came to a miller’s dam
The swans swim so bonny o
The miller’s daughter, dressed in red
A hey ho and me bonny o
She went for some water to make her bread
The swans swim so bonny o
O father, o daddy, here swims a swan
A hey ho and me bonny o
It’s very like a gentle woman
The swans swim so bonny o
They laid her on the bank to dry
A hey ho and me bonny o
There came a harper passing by
The swans swim so bonny o
He made harp pins of her fingers fair
A hey ho and me bonny o
He made harp strings of her golden hair
The swans swim so bonny o
He made a harp of her breast bone
A hey ho and me bonny o
And straight it began to play alone
The swans swim so bonny o
He brought it to her father’s hall
A hey ho and me bonny o
And there was the court assembled all
The swans swim so bonny o
He laid the harp upon the stone
A hey ho and me bonny o
And straight it began to play alone
The swans swim so bonny o
There does sit my father, the King
A hey ho and me bonny o
And yonder sits my mother the Queen
The swans swim so bonny o
And there does sit my brother Hugh
A hey ho and me bonny o
And by him William, sweet and true
The swans swim so bonny o
And there does sit my false sister Anne
A hey ho and me bonny o
Who drowned me for the sake of a man
The swans swim so bonny o”
“The Bonny Swans”,
Loreena McKennitt
…Good medieval music is SO metal…I wonder what the King did with the harp, you know, after…
^^^
…why doesn’t Autocorrect understand fingerBONES are not fingerBOARDS, that’s a pretty common thing to say, nicht wahr?
Geeze, programmers, prep your AI for body mutilation descriptions, wont you? Gonna need it more the later in the year it gets, doncha know…
@SNS, @Anymouse
Nights From The Alhambra is excellent!
We have the DVD and enjoy it immensely.
If the Mummers thing wasn’t such a long tradition, I’d a said it wuz a Pride parade!
Agatha Kakalogical
TUESDAY, 2 JANUARY 2024, 14:09 AT 2:09 PM
“@SNS, @Anymouse
Nights From The Alhambra is excellent!”
…I wish I could appreciate it, but us old guys tend to lose the words, if not the music, when women sing im higher registers. I had a doctor call it “Women and children deafness”, inspiring an eye roll from my wife, but unfortunately it’s a real thing.
But I can still appreciate the music. And God bless her for being able to get a hit in the MTV Era with a hurdy gurdy and all of her clothes on!