Mixed up lyrics

[springwater]

With this one I think the translation from English to Japanese and back again makes almost as much sense as the original, assuming that I've picked the correct poem.
I have fond memories of my grandfather reciting this silly poem to me as a young child, I never did understand it but I always laughed at it. It makes more sense now when you read the seventh line in the third verse .

Apparently Sawayama was a castle in Japan that was overun and ruined so that makes sense in light of the seventh line in the third verse, I think

[tea lady]

Can someone tell me where "Sawayama's money wrapped with note of 5 pounds" come from

I guess the poem wasn't that tricky. I just thought it was funny that Sarayama got dragged into the story somehow. Maybe he is Mr Plnty?

Apparently Sawayama was a castle in Japan that was overun and ruined so that makes sense in light of the seventh line in the third verse, I think

Can I bring my runcible spoon?

[Grumpy John]

This is from a '70's song. Should be pretty easy.

The girl of the attention which uses the bad intention where it sits down in the bench of the park. Snot which is moving under that nose. The finger where the oil which it is accustomed to painting in ragged clothing is many.

[tea lady]

Must be before my time. sounds pretty cooky.

[springwater]

This is from a '70's song. Should be pretty easy.

The girl of the attention which uses the bad intention where it sits down in the bench of the park. Snot which is moving under that nose. The finger where the oil which it is accustomed to painting in ragged clothing is many.

The Snot sentence has thrown me a bit and what a line by the way, not confident, but I can't get past Black Hearted Women.

I guess the poem wasn't that tricky. I just thought it was funny that Sarayama got dragged into the story somehow. Maybe he is Mr Plnty?

Can I bring my runcible spoon?

[Grumpy John]

The album this song is from was released in 1971. It's also the title of the album.

[Grumpy John]

Sitting on a park bench,
Eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Snot running down his nose.
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.

Sound familar?

[tea lady]

Sitting on a park bench,
Eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Snot running down his nose.
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.

Sound familar?

Can you hum a few bars?

[Grumpy John]

I'll go one better, here's the original.


[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QqZmtq5LhFo"]YouTube - Jethro Tull - Aqualung (Live)[/ame]

Sitting on a park bench,
Eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Snot's running down his nose.
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Hey, Aqualung
Drying in the cold sun.
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Hey, Aqualung
Feeling like a dead duck,
Spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Woah, Aqualung.

Sun streaking cold
An old man wandering lonely.
Taking time the only way he knows.
Leg hurting bad,
As he bends to pick a dog end.
He goes down to the bog
And warms his feet.

Feeling alone,
The army's up the rode.
Salvation a la mode
And a cup of tea.
Aqualung, my friend
Don't you start away uneasy.
You poor old sot,
You see it's only me.

Do you still remember
A December's foggy freeze?
When the ice that clings on to your beard
It was screaming agony. (Hey!)
And you snatch your rattling last breaths,
With deep-sea diver sounds,
And the flowers bloom like madness in the spring.

Sun streaking cold
An old man wandering lonely.
Taking time the only way he knows.
Leg hurting bad,
as he bends to pick a dog end.
He goes down to the bog
And warms his feet.

Feeling alone,
The army's up the rode.
Salvation a la mode
And a cup of tea.
Aqualung, my friend
Don't you start away uneasy.
You poor old sot,
You see it's only me.
(Meee...)
(Woah-oh-oh...)

--- Guitar Break ---
Aqualung, my friend
Don't you start away uneasy.
You poor old sot,
You see it's only me.

Sitting on a park bench,
Eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Snot's running down his nose.
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Hey, Aqualung
Drying in the cold sun.
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Hey, Aqualung
Feeling like a dead duck,
Spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Hey, Aqualung.

Woah-oh-oh, Aqualung...

[springwater]

Wouldn't ever have got it GrumpyJohn, hope that's not too sacrilegious Would've preferred the humming version first also

[Grumpy John]

That's OK mate, here's another one for you. Came out in '87, huge hit for an Aussie band.

It is not possible I collided from us separated never to pull, two worlds which there where it stands are and those to tear,

[springwater]

Two worlds colliding has got to be INXS Never Tear Us Apart, I think

[Grumpy John]

Your go mate .

I was standing
You were there
Two worlds collided
And they could never tear us apart

[springwater]

Thanks for going easy GrumpyJohn, here you go, home bred, Australian group formed 1977, on their second album:

I the man pupil passing by the field of stick, tin and the lumber which returning to the house the recall are done and the rain of the residue which falls to the house of the sky occasionally

[tea lady]

I don't think I can play this game. I never had that many records. And you'll never get the opera and choir lyrics that I DO have.