Category Archive: Modern Music
“No Milk Today”
Songs in Our Heart # 92 No Milk Today (Herman’s Hermits) (written by Graham Gouldman; released September 1966) (Yes, some TVC staff are old enough to remember when milk was home delivered, sometimes in carts!) [The Varnished Culture loves glorious jeremiads (sad songs), and this one haunts us too, a chippy, up-beat, toe-tapping, sweet little tune of utter blackness and despair… “How could they know Just what this message means? The end of my hopes, The end of all my dreams…”]
Continue Reading →Tiny Wheelwrights of the Dawn
1968-1974; 1995 As they became known to their legion of fans, “The Wrights” rode the high wave of prog rock in the late 1960s and early 1970s, re-surfacing briefly (and disastrously) in the Age of Grunge. From the time of their second album, if not their first, they were unsurpassed for arty, ambitious, meticulously structured, and extremely long records, produced according to the principles obtaining from nature, such as the spinning of a spider’s web. As their putative leader, Rael Conan Doyle, declared to ‘Cacophony Magazine’, “we don’t want you to hum; we don’t want you to dance. Don’t tap…
Continue Reading →Footy Finals Song # 3: Norwood and Sturt
Here’s some not so-grand old rags… We link to both versions, in the interests of balance (sigh), and offer our alternate version(s): “It’s a Grand old flag, It’s a brown paper bag It’s chook-wrap for me and for you, It’s the emblem for the team we deplore The team of the [red and the blue / two-toned shade blue], Every heart beats faint for that [red and blue paint / double-blue paint] As we warble this song to you……can you believe? ‘Should old acquaintance…we forgot’ There’s no football on New Year’s Eve!“
Continue Reading →Footy Finals Song # 4: Eagles
The Eagles aren’t really a football club, they’re more a Frankenstein’s Monster, created in a lab. Still, they pose as one, and set their Club Song to the tune of Battle Hymn of the Republic. Here’s our version: “Mine eyes have seen the folly of the merging of these teams; They’ve created a dread hybrid, sawdust spilling from the seams, They shed their feathers to the strains of awful, awful screams And still they jabber on. They’re the bleating, cheating Eagles, Just a basket of illegals, They’re the moaning droning Eagles, With luck they’ll soon be gone… With luck they’ll soon…
Continue Reading →Footy Finals Song # 2: North Adelaide
The 2nd of our footy finals songs (‘reverse-bowdlerized’) is for the Roosters of North Adelaide: “We’re a Big Disgrace, Sink without a trace. We’re the ill-famed red and whites! Feather-dusters we’re called, And our fans are appalled By the dirty way we fight! We like to play as a team And we play it clean, When in the umpires’ sight, Our fans are crying Cos we’re very trying We’re the shocking red and whites!”
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