The premise of this song is – all you need to be a rock star is 4 Chords. They then prove it by singing something like 65 hit songs that have the exact same four chords.

It’s alright. (Yeah)
To tell me.
What you think. (Ohh)
About me. (Yeahh)
I won’t try. (Yeah)
To argue. (Yeah)
Or hold it. (Ohh)
Against you. (Yeah, yeah)
It’s too late too apologize.
It’s too late.
Take your canvas bags.
Take your canvas bags.
Take your canvas bags to the supermarket.
Take your canvas bags.
Nothing’s right I’m torn.
I’m all out of faith.
This is how I feel.
I’m cold and I am shamed.
Lying naked on the floor.
Illusion never changed into something real.
I’m quite awake and I can see
I’m more than a bird, I’m more than a plane.
I’m a birdplane.
I’m a birdplane. A mother fuckin’ birdplane.

Doesn’t that sound familiar?
Doesn’t that hit too close to home?
Doesn’t that make you shiver,
The way that things have gone?
And doesn’t that seem peculiar,
‘Cause everyone wants a little more?
It’s something I do remember
to never go this far.
That’s all it takes to be a star.

1. You’re Beautiful – James Blunt
2. Right Here Waiting – Richard Marx
3. No One – Alicia Keys
4. Happy Ending – Mika
5. Lovesong – Amiel
6. Where is the Love – Black Eyed Peas
7. Amazing – Alex Lloyd
8. Wherever You Will Go – The Calling
9. Glycerine – Bush
10. 20 Good Reasons – Thirsty Merc
11. High – Lighthouse Family
12. Soul To Squeeze – Red Hot Chili Peppers
13. Sway – Bic Runga
14. Cigarettes Will Kill You – Ben Lee
15. She Will Be Loved – Maroon 5
16. With or Without You – U2
17. Fall At Your Feet – Crowded House
18. Am I Not Pretty Enough – Kasey Chambers
19. Let It Be – The Beatles
20. Under the Bridge – Red Hot Chili Peppers
21. Man in the Mirror – Michael Jackson
22. Can You Feel the Love Tonight – Elton John
23. Land Down Under – Men At Work
24. Waltzing Matilda – Banjo Patterson
25. Am I Not Pretty Enough (again)
26. Take on Me – A-ha
and more…

Both June Tabor and Maddy Prior deserve Folk Rock Diva status! To multiply them together is the creation of monster folk talent.

Genres:

Discography:

This is a band with a tonne of talent, a load of good humour, and a pickup truck full of stage presence.

Here’s their home page. Their 8th full-length studio album is now complete check it out.

Check out the U-Tubes for lots of other great performances by this awesomely talented act.

And for all you Queen/Bluegrass fans – like me – here’s evidence that Hayseed Dixie play’s their own kind of music. They’re like the English Language – once a foreign word has been said once by an English speaking person the word becomes English. I wonder what Freddy would say if he could find out from beyond the grave that Bohemian Rhapsody is now 100% bluegrass?

Don’t get me wrong, I’m a huge Olympics fan. I even like the theme – A LOT, however, it’s been played so many time in the last 2 weeks that it is now permanently (I hope not) stuck in my head.

Here’s what I’ve tried so far:
1. Massage – this was nice but in-effective
2. Loud music – futile
3. Counting backwards from 666 by 3′s – difficult, time wasting, no results
4. Maybe I should try whistling it away – Oh nuts!, now I’m whistling the theme

I have given up, and have determined to wait this out. I know people beat viruses all the time. I am wondering if there is a virus remover available? Maybe I could order one on ebay? Or Craigslist?

Anyway, time will tell.
dee dee dee dumm, dee dee dee dumm, dee dee dee dee dee dee dee

In either case a number of options are available now that you are both whistling.

Whistle Options:
a. You can stop whistling – This doesn’t seem fair, because you were walking along minding your own business, and it is your right to whistle wherever and whenever you want to – Except in the work place (Peril of Workplace Whistling).
b. Whistle along with Whistler B. – You will get all different reactions, but in my experience this is rarely a good choice. You may get attention that is unwanted since you are essentially puckering up.
c. Whistle your own tune louder – This is an act of escalation which may not be within your aggression range.
d. Consider a walking option.

Walking Options:
a. Stop walking – this can be effective if the other person is walking. A natural separation should ensue.
b. Walk slower or faster to remove yourself from the situation.
c. Walk in the opposite direction. Caution – this could take you out of your way.

I hope you find this post helpful next time you are in one of these awkward situations. Your best bet will be to think on your feet, try to keep as many options open as you can, and keep your stick on the ice.

It’s muster, me boys, get you up on the deck,
And take up your stations for hauling the nets,
And mind you pull together all through the long night,
And set in your oilskins until it’s daylight,
With the heave and a haul and a shaking of nets.

It’s when we’re out working we’re living on hope,
The lads in the locker, the boys on the rope,
The fellas in the hold who were hauling the nets,
And shaking the herring out onto the deck,
With the heave and a haul and a shaking of nets.

It’s net after net we pull up from the sea,
With a haul and a shake and a one, two, and three,
The herring are a-piling around our sea boots,
And slithering and sliding down into the chutes,
With the heave and a haul and a shaking of nets.
With the heave and a haul and a shaking of nets.

It’s hour after hour we are hauling away,
All through the long night till the break of the day,
Our captain’s in the wheelhouse he’s on the R T,
And the cook’s in the galley a-brewing the tea,
With the heave an’ a haul an’ a-shaking of nets.
With the heave and a haul and a shaking of nets.

Now the season is over so be on your way,
And head for the home port to sign for your pay;
Your missus will be waiting to welcome you home,
It’s so hard for a wife to be so much alone,
With the heave and a haul and a shaking of nets.
With the heave and a haul and a shaking of nets.
With the heave and a haul and a shaking of nets.

As I roved out one evening fair
It bein’ the summertime to take the air
I spied a sailor and a lady gay
And I stood to listen
And I stood to listen to hear what they would say.

He said “Fair lady, why do you roam
For the day is spent and the night is on”
She heaved a sigh while the tears did roll
“For my dark-eyed sailor
For my dark-eyed sailor, so young and stout and bold.”

“‘Tis seven long years since he left this land
A ring he took from off his lily-white hand
One half of the ring is still here with me
But the other’s rollin’
But the other’s rollin’ at the bottom of the sea.”

He said “You may drive him out of your mind
Some other young man you will surely find
Love turns aside and soon cold has grown
Like the winter’s morning
Like the winter’s morning, the hills are white with snow.”

She said “I’ll never forsake my dear
Although we’re parted this many a year
Genteel he was and a rake like you
To induce a maiden
To induce a maiden to slight the jacket blue.”

One half of the ring did young William show
She ran distracted in grief and woe
Sayin’ “William, William, I have gold in store
For my dark-eyed sailor
For my dark-eyed sailor has proved his honour long”

And there is a cottage by yonder lea
This couple’s married and does agree
So maids be loyal when your love’s at sea
For a cloudy morning
For a cloudy morning brings in a sunny day.

On a fine eve’n fair in the month of Avril
O’er the hill came the man with the blythe sunny smile
And the folks they were throngin’ the roads everywhere
Makin’ haste to be in at Copshawholme Fair

I’ve seen ‘em a-comin’ in from the mountains and glens
Those rosy-faced lasses and strappin’ young men
With a joy in their heart and unburdened o’ care
A’meetin’ old friends at Copshawholme Fair

There are lads for the lasses, there’s toys for the bairns
There jugglers and tumblers and folks with no arms
There’s a balancing act here and a fiddler there
There are nut-men and spice-men at Copshawholme Fair

There are peddlers and potters and gingerbread stands
There are peepshows and poppin-darts and the green caravans
There’s fruit from all nations exhibited there
With kale plants from Orange at Copshawholme Fair

And now above all the hiring if you want to hear tell
You should ken it as afar I’ve seen it myself
What wages they adle it’s ill to declare
The muckle they vary at Copshawholme Fair

Just the gal I have seen she’s a strapping young queen
He asked what her age was and where she had been
What work she’d been doin’, how long she’d been there
What wages she wanted at Copshawholme Fair

Just then the bit lass stood a wee while in gloom
And she blushed and she scraped with her feet on the ground
Then she plucked up her heart and did stoutly declare
Well, a five pound and turn at Copshawholme Fair

Says he, but me lass, that’s a very big wage
Then he’d turning about like he been in a rage
Says, I’ll give ye five pounds but I’ll give ye nay mare
Well I think him and tuck it at Copshawholme Fair

He took out a shilling but to haul the bit wench
In case it might enter her head for to flinch
But she grabbed it muttering I should have had mare
But I think I will tuck it at Copshawholme Fair

Now the hirin’s o’er and off they all sprang
Into the ballroom for to join in the throng
And “I Never Will Lie With My Mammy Nae Mair”
The fiddles play briskly at Copshawholme Fair

Now this is the fashion they thus passed the day
Till the night comin’ on they all hurry away
And some are so sick that they’ll never join more
With the fighting and dancing at Copshawholme Fair

All things are quite silent, each mortal at rest,
When me and my true love got snug in one nest,
When a bold set of ruffians broke into our cave,
And they forced my dear jewel to plough the salt wave.

I begged hard for my darling as I would for my life.
They’d not listen to me although a fond wife,
Saying: “The king must have sailors, to the seas he must go,”
And they’ve left me lamenting in sorrow and woe.

Through green fields and meadows we ofttimes have walked,
And the fond recollections together have talked,
Where the lark and the blackbird so sweetly did sing,
And the lovely thrushes’ voices made the valleys to ring.

Now although I’m forsaken I won’t be be cast down.
Who knows but my true love some day may return?
And will make me amends For all trouble and strife,
And me and my true love might live happy for life.