"One Eyed, One Horned Flying Purple People Eater"
(Do alien animals count? Sorry, I don't know the writer)
Gary in Berkeley
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Gary McDole WDN...@prodigy.com
>
> I am compiling a discography/bibliography of songs in which people are
> eaten (cannibalized or eaten by animals). Please help me by suggesting
> corrections and additions to this list. If a song appears without
> attribution, it means that I don't know who wrote it or where it was
> recorded, and would like to know.
Cannibalee Words by G.H.M. Music by M. A. Taylor
Ben Backstay
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"Damned cratures you are thoroughly evil despite my daily teaching and advice."
| Only the saintly can become good without instruction;
Roger | Only the worthy can become good after instruction;
| Only idiots will not become good even with instruction.
And then a song my mom sang to me when I was little:
She sailed away on a sunny summer day
On the back of a crocodile --
"You see," said she, "He's as tame as he can be --
I'll ride him down the Nile."
The croc winked his eye as she waved us all goodbye,
Wearing a happy smile --
At the end of the ride, the lady was inside
And the smile on the crocodile.
-- Byron
> There's always Shel Silverstein's song (recorded by, among others, Peter
> Paul and Mary) called "I'm being swallowed by a boa constrictor..."
>
And the other one (I'm pretty sure it's Silverstein; the Smothers
brothers sang it once)
The Slithery-dee has crawled out of the sea.
He may catch all the others but he won't catch me.
No you won't catch me, old slithery-dee
You may catch all the others but you wo. . ..
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It's you & me against the world; When do we attack?
Robin
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: "One Eyed, One Horned Flying Purple People Eater"
: (Do alien animals count? Sorry, I don't know the writer)
"Purple People Eater" by Sheb Wooley, topped the charts for 6 weeks in
1958...The first record I ever bought!
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Uncle Bob..............unclebob@ripco.com
Gerry Myerson (ge...@mpce.mq.edu.au)
Yeah, what is it about Silverstein? Both those songs are from his great
1962 album "Inside Folk Songs" (later re-released as "Inside Shel
Silverstein"). The album also contains "You're Always Welcome At Our
House," which concludes with the lines ..."we'll ask you to come in and
we'll take you in the kitchen/And we'll put you in the oven until you're
done." And his 1978 album "Songs and Stories" (arguably the least
enjoyable of his albums) contains "Someone Ate the Baby." Actually, BOTH
of those albums contain his "Never Bite A Married Woman On The Thigh,"
but despite its title that song doesn't belong on the list. Gary in
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jimh
The Lambton Worm
One Sunday morn young Lambton went
A-fishing' in the Wear;
An' catched a fish upon he's heuk,
He thowt leuk't varry queer.
But whatt'n a kind of fish it was
Young Lambton cuddent tell.
He waddn't fash te carry'd hyem,
So he hoyed it doon a well.
Chorus:
Whisht! Lads, haad yor gobs,
An Aa'll tell ye's aall an aaful story
Whisht! Lads, haad yor gobs,
An' Aa'll tell ye 'boot the worm.
Noo Lambton felt inclined te gan
An' fight i' foreign wars.
he joined a troop o' Knights that cared
For nowther woonds nor scars,
An' off he went te Palestine
Where queer things him befel,
An' varry seun forgat aboot
The queer worm i' the well.
But the worm got fat an' growed and' growed
An' growed an aaful size;
He'd greet big teeth, a greet big gob,
An' greet big goggle eyes.
An' when at neets he craaled aboot
Te pick up bits o' news,
If he felt dry upon the road,
He milked a dozen coos.
This feorful worm wad often feed
On caalves an' lambs an' sheep,
An' swally little bairns alive
When they laid doon te sleep.
An' when he'd eaten aall he cud
An' he had had he's fill,
He craaled away an' lapped he's tail
Seven times roond Pensher Hill.
The news of this myest aaful worm
An' his queer gannins on
Seun crossed the seas, gat te the ears
Ov brave and' bowld Sor John.
So hyem he cam an' catched the beast
An' cut 'im in twe haalves,
An' that seun stopped he's eatin' bairns,
An' sheep an' lambs and caalves.
So noo ye knaa hoo aall the foaks
On byeth sides ov the Wear
Lost lots o' sheep an' lots o' sleep
An' leeved i' mortal feor.
So let's hev one te brave Sor John
That kept the bairns frae harm,
Saved coos an' caalves by myekin' haalves
O' the famis Lambton Worm.
Final Chorus
noo lads, Aa'll haad me gob,
That's aall Aa knaa aboot the story
Ov Sor John's clivvor job
Wi' the aaful Lambton Worm.
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My young son at six (2 years ago) used to love to sing this song as
learned in his primary school (Allendale, Northumberland). Apparently,
though this may be an apochryphal interpretation, the song refers to
taxation, a tax that Lord Lambton first invented, then dramatically
reduced because of the economic hardship it was causing. The sting in the
tail of this story, however, is that the Lambton Memorial, seen from all
around Sunderland, was supposedly erected by subscription from grateful
tax-payers -- when Lord Lambton realised that there was money available
for this sort of subscription, he raised the taxes again, and so the
memorial was never completed.
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Larry
Larry 'wearing three hats in these cold times' Winger
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"His lady's taen anither mate
Sae we can mak oor denner swate"
"Ye'll sit oan his white hawse bane
An' Ah'll pike oot his bonny blue een"
very tasty song especially played on a
dimmed stage :-)
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Howard Evans, Carnoustie, Scotland
Maddy Prior does a fairly gothic version of this on her Year album (gives
me the creeps).
On the same album is Bedlam Boys with the line (from memory)-
'I make mince pies from childrens thighs and feed them to the faeries'
Debbie
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I never could get the hang of Thursdays (A.Dent).
Peace.
Paul
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Has anyone ever come up with a song about the Donner Party?
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"I hold your hand in mine dear,
I press it to my lips,
I take a healthy bite of
Your dainty fingertips..."
If anyone wants the words I can mail them.
Cathy.
See the Mau Maus
Underneath the jungle sky
Jolly Mau Maus
Eating missionary pie.
Gerry Myerson (ge...@mpce.mq.edu.au)
> Has anyone ever come up with a song about the Donner Party?
To the best of my knowledge, no, but now that you mention it, I just
might have to write one. Anybody got a good rhyme for "condiments"?
(As in, "alas, they had no --")
Steve
There's "Perrine" on the McGarrigle sisters "Dancer with bruised
knees" that tells of a suitor to the priest's maid. The priest comes
home early and surprises them, so she hides him a cupboard. She then
forgets about him, and eventually he's eaten by rats.
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Nutriments, supplements, complements, lineaments (of gratified
desire--see William Blake), fundaments, canvas tents, loud repents,
armaments, pretty dense, Iris Dements. Somebody stop me. Please.
Paul
It's sexist, I know, but "gents" rhymes. Sorry.
--Doug
"Rippy the Gator went CHOMP CHOMP CHOMP (X2)
Passing the time by ending children's lives
Down in the bottom of the SWAMP SWAMP SWAMP"
Many more gruesome mutilations ensue, all provoking mirth and
hilarity.
The Weasel.
Peter Dwyer
Howard Kaplan, Toronto
>I *think* I've seen a cartoon of this. I was amazed that it was actually
>sponsored by a Canadian tourist body -- not, presumably, the Ontario one ;-)
The words and music to The Blackfly Song, by Wade Hemsworth, are on The Digital
Tradition, although the music is played at roughly 2/3 the speed I'm used to hearing
the song.
Another Wade Hemsworth song, The Log Driver's Waltz, was made into a cartoon by the
National Film Board (of Canada), with music performed by Kate and Anna McGarrigle.
If the same people also did a film of The Blackfly Song, I'm not aware of it.
Howard Kaplan, Toronto
Yep, there's an NFB short of Blackfly, with Wade himself singing. The words & music are published
in _Canada's Story in Song_ (GAGE, Toronto 1965) , or _Singing Our History (DOUBLEDAY,
Toronto, 1984) by Edith Fowke & Alan Mills: same book, two different editions.
We sang that song for two weeks solid a couple of summers ago camping in the bush.
Tony Patriarche
d...@interserv.com
It was a written story first, and the title was "To Serve Man".
-- Tamar
It always struck me as a bit implausible that the double meaning of the
idiom would work in the aliens' language the same way it does in English.
On the other hand, it may be a universal truth that beings who claim to
want to serve you often really want to serve you up.
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Gary McGath gmc...@mv.mv.com
http://www.mv.com/users/gmcgath
"The truth, even if it is a crime!" -- The Magic Flute
Is anybody trying to morph the James Bond movie song "For Your Eyes Only" into
"To Serve Man All Ways"?
No, but last night the following instafilk hit me (at about 2AM):
Be prepared!
Either baked or fricasse
Be prepared!
Upon our rotisserie
Be prepared to serve your country, one by one:
As a sausage, or a burger on a bun...
Tune, and possibilities, are obvious.
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>By the way, remember where this title came from? It was the punchline to
>a Rod Sterling Twilight Zone episode. "Don't get aboard the spaceship!
>The book--"To Serve Man"--it's a cook book!" (Music....)
Um... Wasn't it a Fred Pohl story first, though?
Steve
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No longer kur...@tardis.ed.ac.uk or steve_...@hicom.lut.ac.uk
and soon not even ss...@festival.ed.ac.uk...
> steve....@ukonline.co.uk (Steve Glover) wrote:
> >maxw...@aol.com (Maxwell St) wrote:
> >
> >>By the way, remember where this title came from? It was the punchline to
> >>a Rod Sterling Twilight Zone episode. "Don't get aboard the spaceship!
> >>The book--"To Serve Man"--it's a cook book!" (Music....)
> >
> >Um... Wasn't it a Fred Pohl story first, though?
>
>
>
>
> I think it was Lisa Simpson who said it on one of The Simpson's
> Halloween shows :-)
>
> L.
Actually I think it was Damon Knight. See, for example, The Best of
Damon Knight.
Don Redmond
Nuh uh. Damon Knight. 195(6?).
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>Um... Wasn't it a Fred Pohl story first, though?
I stand humbly corrected. L.L.
Lori Lippitz (MaxwellSt)
Don't be too hasty -- it was by Damon Knight, not Fred Pohl.
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> I stand humbly corrected. L.L.
> Lori Lippitz (MaxwellSt)
Don't be humble about it...... Damon Knight wrote that story.
Alfred Packer was in a group of people who went on a mountain hike, and
was the only one who returned. The Judge of the local county had a
wonderful quote. Something to the effect of "There used to be five
Democrats in our town, and Packer ate the other four"
The above was written by John Newmark
Anything he says should not be construed as representing the thoughts
Of any other intelligent creature on Earth. If you know of any
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Jcne...@artsci.wustl.edu
Hey, I don't want to, like, be paranoid or start anything
here, but I just happened to realize that I, for one, have
never seen those two together in the same place. Hmmmm...
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: >>I *think* I've seen a cartoon of this. I was amazed that it was actually
: >>sponsored by a Canadian tourist body -- not, presumably, the Ontario one ;-)
: Yup, they did, and it's great (A friend has it on the same taped tv programme
: as "The Cat Came Back").
: The National Film Board of Canada is *wonderful*
YES! I remember their "The Cat Came Back", or rather I remember seeing
and loving it, and also lots of other great films they've made.
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CH:
Ho i ho i hi o ho i
ho i hi o ho i i
ho i ho i hi o ho i
Cha robh mi'm' aonar an raoir. [I was not alone last night.]
'S mairg 's an tir so, 's mairg 's an tir,
'g ithe dhaoine 'n riochd a' bhidh;
nach fhaic sibh ceannard an t-sluaigh
Goil air teine gu cruaidh cruinn. CH:
[Sad the land is, sad the land,
Eating people for its food;
See how the chief of all our men
Boils on fire that's hot and round. CH:]
'S mise nighean Aiodh mhic Eoghain,
gum b'eolach mi mu na sgeirean;
gur mairg a dheanadh mo bhualadh,
bean uasal mi o thir eile. CH:
[I'm the daughter of Hugh mac Ewen,
And I know the skerries well;
And woe to him that would strike at me,
A lady from a far country. CH:]
Thig an smeorach, thig an druid,
thig gach eun a dh' ionnsaigh nid,
thig am bradan thar a' chuain;
gu la Luain cha ghluaisear mis'. CH:
[Come the mavis, come the thrush,
Come each bird that seeks its nest,
Come the salmon over the sea --
Till the day I shall not move. CH:]
The MacOdrums and other families who claimed descent from seals did not
eat seal, in spite of the fact that seals were one of the few protein
sources available on the islands. (Other than the ever-present
fish, that is.) The style of the song is not very different (other
than the first verse) from laments for historical human chiefs.
--
Maureen S. O'Brien We are like the roses ---
ad...@dayton.wright.edu We are forced to grow.
Oh, the cannibal maid and her Hottentot blade
Once met in a rocky defile
And a gay eagle's plume was his only costume
While she was dressed in a smile
Together they strolled while his passions he told
In a thrilling and tremulous mein
She had murmered the word when a war-hoop was heard
And a rival burst on to the scene
'Twas a savage Zulu to the tyrsting place drew
Demanding his cannible bride
But the Hottentot said, with a toss of his head
"I'll have thy degenerate hide!"
Then the Hottentot flew at the savage Zulu
And the Zulu he flew at the blade
Together they vied with their strength and their pride
And they fought for the cannible maid
She perched on a stone with her shapely shinbone
Clasped in her long twining arms
And she watched the blood fly with a trear-laden eye
As the warriors fought for her charms
Oh, the purple blood flows from the Hottentot's nose
And the Zulu is struck by the blade
Together they vied with their strength and their pride
And they died for the cannible maid
Oh, she maid a fine stew of the savage Zulu
And she scrambled the Hottentot's brains
'Twas a dainty menu when the cooking was through
And she dined on her lover's remains
Oh, the savage Zulu and the Hottentot too
Are asleep in a cannibal tomb
The three were made one, now my story is done
And the maiden walked off in the gloom.
-- Alice Bentley -- The Stars Our Destination
L.R.
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One day when she had nothing to do
Sing rickety-tickety-tin
One day when she had nothing to do
She cut her baby brother in two
And served him up as an Irish stew
And invited the neighbors in, -bors in
Invited the neighbors in.