大象传媒

A good tune would be great
So have to think about it mate

For Monday any of the following tracks by the Fabulous Thunderbirds.

She's Tuff
Can't Tear It Up Enuff
Stand Back
Scratch My Back
Wait On Time
You Ain't Nothing But Fine
I Believe I'm In Love
How Do You Spell Love?

Paul from Ayr to me it's clear
I can see your hoose fae here

It's late at nicht an time for bed,
Ah'll read the blog, see what's been said
Aboot this theme? Oh I wid dread
Tae read much more....
Get thae phones ontae mah head
Select Gilmour

Ode to a swally

Anyone looking to quench their thirst
At A blog swally on the 29th of the first
At the malted shovel around 7pm
So those that need to can get back by train
It's near Waverley station just a week away
So who are all coming out to play?

#4

Sleepless in Cellardyke

>8-D

I still think we should do Bryan O' Shanter

When chapman billies are Out In The Street
And drouthy bloggers, facebookers meet;
As shopping days are wearing late,
And Babs begins to tak the pacific quay gate

Bonamassa's the name, let's hear it for Joe
A guitarist supreme, be it fast or slow
You like Eric, Jimi or Stevie Ray Vaughan?
You'll love this guy, so c'mon, Get 'im On
Django's mellow, Quarryman's Lament hits the groove
But for air guitar, it's Last Kiss or Lonesome Road Blues
A new name on the playlist - go on, be bold
Joe Bonamassa - don't forget now, you have been told!

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OK, my Monday request:


When Alloa Billy asks 鈥淥ut In The Street鈥�
And drouthy bloggers, facebookers meet;
As shopping days are wearing late,
And Babs opens the Pacific Quay gate
And we sit waitin, the button we press
Tae listen tae sangs on the wireless
Broadcastin ower the lang Scots miles
And cheery banter tae gie us smiles
Ootside, the skies o' gatherin storm
It's six o clock and time for "Get It On"

This truth fund oor lawd Bryan Burnett
Through Glescae, cyclin, soakin wet
Through red lichts peddlin he did go
Panickin he was late for the show

Ah Bryan! If thou had been sae wise
As tak Producer Babs advice
And taen the bus, no yer bike
You'd be there in time tae tak the mic
Tae introduce bloggers requests
(For you kain their tunes are the best)
She telt ye weel you wis a skellum
A bletherin, blusterin, DJ blellum,
That frae November till October
Tak the bus or get knocked over
Do you mind she prophesied
Thou wad be found, deep in the Clyde
Or hauled intae a studio
Bi fitbaw men on eight-one-oh?

Ah gentle bloggers! It gars me greet,
Tae think hoo mony counsels greet
How mony, lengthen鈥檇, sage advices
The DJ fae Producer despises!

But to oor tale that Januar鈥� nicht
In traffic jam, an awfu鈥� sicht,
Behind a taxi Bryan was stuck,
Driven by Scotch, just his luck
Circling round by George Square
What wis that crowd over there?
Bryan pedalled on through pothole dub
The crowd was stood ootside a pub
Bryan鈥檚 red hair showed (he wore nae hat)
And was seen by revellin blogotariat

鈥淗aw Bryan, hullo there, yes it鈥檚 me,
I helped you once, my names Henri!
Come hae a drink wi the girls and men,
I鈥檓 here wi Norrie, Gaie and Glenn,
And maybe later, they鈥檝e promised to show,
Julie, Adam and DC, perhaps Paolo,
C鈥檞ay in and hae a swally,
You鈥檒l soon see that we鈥檙e aw pally!
Bryan tried to speak, but his mooth,
Was aw dry, he had a drouth,
So stopped his bike and he went in
Tae the pub and joined the din.

And Bryan glower鈥檇, amazed an curious
The mirth an鈥� fun grew fast an鈥� furious
O how Bryan stood like ane bewitched
An鈥� thocht his very een enriched,
Through the gloom, his eyes smartin,
Bryan spied Kene Gelly and Mean Dartin,
Space Truckin, Senga an Paul fae Ayr,
Was that FRED THE FISH ower there?
Too mony names to recall
But Bryan was sure he kaint them all,
Their taste in music, believe ye me,
They鈥檇 tak this opperchancity
Tae get him telt what song tae choose,
Fae Jethro Tull, tae Gong an鈥� Muse.
Bryan promised nowt, he said he鈥檇 鈥渢hink鈥�,
So bloggers all plied him wi drink.

The nicht drave on wi sangs an clatter,
An鈥� aye the ale wis getting better,
The storm outside did mair than rustle,
Bryan didnae mind the storm a whustle鈥�
And oor Bryan didnae mak a fuss
When stopped bi Captain Ramius.
鈥淏ryan, hae wan mair, ye鈥檒l no get fu鈥�!
Nae mair Blondie or Deacon Blue,
Mair loyalty tae the blog you owe,
Caws we鈥檙e the backbone o鈥� this show鈥�.
DC stepped in wi his request,
鈥淵e kain what sang ah鈥檇 like the best,
So pit this on, how wid ye feel,
鈥楤辞辞迟 David Gilmour - Wot鈥檚 the deal
Aff his CD 鈥淟ive in Gdansk鈥�,
If you play that, ye鈥檒l hae my thanks!鈥�

It wisnae long until his nabs
Thochts returned tae Producer Babs
He suddenly cam ower aw faint
O鈥� maybe cutting, sarky comment,
He鈥檇 missed the show, lost track o鈥� time,
His DJ job could be on the line
Oor hero taen a sup o鈥� beer
Then thocht, 鈥淎h鈥檓 best away fae here鈥�!!!鈥�

He slipped away, tryin tae be fly,
But Mary Doll oor Bryan did spy
She turned an shouted tae the rest
鈥淗e鈥檚 gone an left aw thae requests!
Cyclin away as fast as can be,
Headin for Pacific Quay!鈥�
C鈥檞ay!鈥� cried Adam fae Rio,
Catch him quick, let鈥檚 aw go!鈥�
Out ran the blogotariat,
Hopin鈥� Bryan鈥檚 bike tyres were flat

Weel mounted on cycle Morrisey,
He rang his bell tae warn awbody
Tae clear the wey an鈥� let him through
He felt as though he kid jist spew
An鈥� Bryan skelpit on through dub an mire
Despisin wind an rain an鈥� fire
Pedallin fast, the Aberdeen Loon
Whilst croonin on a Proclaimers tune
Whilst glowerin roond wi prudent cares
Lest bloggers catch him unawares.

Ah Bryan, ah Bryan, thou鈥檒l get thy faerin,
The Beeb will roast ye like a herrin,
In vain Miss Babs awaits ye, so,
She鈥檒l gie Vic Galloway yer show!
But Bryan was scared o鈥� the chase
So he鈥檇 nae option but tae face
The music! In front o鈥� Babs he鈥檇 stand
And tak her wrath at Beeb Scotland.

Closer got the chasin mob
Bryan pedalled tho鈥� his heart did throb,
For his life, he did fear,
See his bike was stuck in second gear,
Then there ahead, still wan mair chance,
His heart it now began tae dance,
He micht no鈥� hae tae face his hell,
If ower that brig sponsored bi Bell,
His cycle clips at mob could toss,
A runnin stream they darena鈥� cross
He鈥檇 be safe on the ither side
Quick, cycle ower that brig o鈥� Clyde!

But at the head o鈥� bloggers insane
Was none other than Norrie MacLean
He reached and grabbed wi aw his micht
The bike rear end on the red licht
Which cam away 鈥︹�� Oh, michty me,
Bryan has escaped tae Pacific Quay.
But oor lad had got a fright
And got a taste o鈥� what just might
Happen if bloggers got mad,
They might just turn upon our lad鈥�.

And then he woke and sat upricht!
It was the middle o鈥� the nicht!
He鈥檇 gien himsel鈥� an awfy faer,
For Bryan had haen a bad nichtmare!

But, wha鈥� this tale o鈥� truth shall read,
Ilk man an mith鈥檙鈥檚 son tak heed
Bryan should aye listen tae his pals
The loyal blog guys an gals
Play their requests and don鈥檛 ignore
Their music or you鈥檒l be no more,
If oor tunes are no tae yer like,
Remember Bryan Burnett鈥檚 bike.




DC

Big towerin' glamourous superstar,
Oh, what vanity is thy posture.
Wi' yer slick LA women behind closed doors,
An' yer name still in lights,
At that Anniesland superstore.

then you get that amazing organ intro.........

Jim Morrison and The Doors.......................Light my Fire

#11 Brilliant DC

Forgot about this for backup singers night
Now is the time to play it and make it all right
The record I鈥檝e chosen is over 30 years old
Still sounds great it鈥檚 John Stewart鈥榮 鈥楪old鈥�

Now is the time to celebrate the bard
Writing poetry is quite hard
Should keep it simple like Chic
Freak out Bryan to 'Le Freak'

Thanks for requesting 'Rock Lobster' Paul. Loved hearing that again 鈽�

DC - a masterpiece!

Brilliant DC absolutely superb......









.....and Julie's gonna love you!

A tour de force

I think that was superb DC. Really really good.















Do I get a credit for the sampling of my first four lines?! ;o)

Of course ye do Norrie, that's why I gave ye the honour o' bein the leader o' the pack at the end!

Hehehe

DC

Hurrai! I'm rich......soon!

No I'm Rich!

No, I'm Rich

No! Rich Murray is Rich!

#18 Grrrr!

MONDAY

A man from West Virginia, named for a Scottish toon,

Once penned a little ditty a' aboot the smallest room.

It's sweet and it's amusing, aboot a man who loves his wife

So much he puts the seat doon. He disnae' huv tae be telt twice!



It isnae' scatological. It isnae' even rude.

It just suggests that men put doon the seat the way they should.

A scenario familiar to every quine and loon;

And if you don't believe me ye kin go and ask Gaie Broon!



When Barraclough, (Nick), played it on his Country Music Show

He was inundated by demands for a very prompt encore!



It was called 'Eau de Toilette', but Brad Paisley isnae' daft.

He knew Bryan couldnae' pronounce that, so decided for a laugh

To call it 'Ode De Toilet' for the benefit of B.B.

And to make life even simpler it's available on CD!



'Ode De Toilet (The Toilet Song)' - Brad Paisley

#11

Love it!

#27 well-versed, SG!

Some hae Get It On and canna Stand It
And some wad listen that want it
But we hae taste, and we can listen
Sae let the Lord be thankit!

Says MacAllan, Glengoyne, Glenlivet, Dalwhinnie, Laphroaig, Aberlour...



Hey Gaie, nae YES on Friday... Friends?

As Bard鈥檚 Day dawns my pen is poised, my Muse awaits as well
What choice when Back Street Boys annoys and Wicky Woss wepels
When lame Proclaimers fall from favour
And tame T Rex have lost their savour?

A song that won鈥檛 be 鈥済ood to hear鈥� (not treated as taboo)
A song that suits the blogosphere and those in power too
A song to have those Bs flag waving
kd lang and Constant Craving

Whoops... Blame MacAllan (MACALLAN) on thebGlengoyne cask strengh 57.2Vol 12yr.



Watch here comes Oliver Reed's Wild Thing...

Fare fa' yer honest sonsie dram!
If comes tae whusky then ah'm yer man
This Talisker 10 year is the wan
Tae taste sae fine
But unchillfiltered Glen Elgin
Is next in line

DC

#26 I've tried tae remove #10. Cannae dae any better. Sorry!

#27 fine bit of poetry Scotch

DC

Oh whisky I hate, it gie's me the boak
E'en the smell of it it makes me grue
But once I liked a taste from the oak
In Carbost on Eilean a'Cheo

Twas Talisker, DC, that's no joke
In the place where it is made
But twas the 100 year-old brew
To buy you'd need financial aid

So No to whisky, no to Yes,
but yes to friends all over
they can sing what they like
As loud as they like
Be it Thing or be it Rover

The Fabulous Thunderbirds I've asked many times
Now it seems I have to post in rhymes

Is it really that uncommon
To hear we've got "Love in Common"

Tell me Bryan what are you fears
Why won't you play "Wasted Tears"

Does it require an act so bold
For me to hear the "Streets of Gold"

Surely now the time is right
For you to play "Cherry Pink and Apple Blossom White"

#34
DC your no 10 has been deleted
But I really think you must have cheated
When stuffs removed it is belated
Cos this blogs reactively moderated
And only happens when one wants to complain
But yer no supposed to flag up yer ain

I don't think I can do poetry.
It's really not my thing, you see.
Writing lines of rhyming verse.
My couplets are mingin'. My metre is worse!

I'll just ask for a favourite song
to which you all can sing along.
Help Me, Mama on GIO
by Dr. Hook & The Medicine Show

;o)

I cannot write a rhyme
This much I'm telling you
For this post thats a crime
I can't match the rest of the crew

Its not just for this that Im sorry
Though I'm sure you already know
Too much Boss, and dare I say Bowie
I request to get played on the show

So here's what I've decided to do
A song that will improve the flow
And dare I say designed to woo
Another favourite of our hero though

k d lang - summer fling

Noo.
burns is awricht efter a few.
ken.
but he cannae haud a match
far less a caunnell
tae that fine tayside bard
big wullie mcgonagall.
some fine sangs came frae that toon o'
jute
jam
'n journalism,
so lets hear wan like a
nice danny wilsonism.
naw, big chap ah didnae say leo sayer,
wit ah sed wiz 'mary's prayer'.

An appropriate tribute to Topaz
Now play Open My Eyes by Rundgren's Nazz

Michty me there has been a big fuss
Glen Miller's song request it was thus

An appropriate tribute to Topaz
Now play Open My Eyes by Rundgren's Nazz

The producer fear and alarm did cause
When she read that request as being for Mozz

Poor Glen he wasin such a fret
As the song they played was
The More You Ignore Me The Closer I Get

This charming man deserves his day
Can he sing over the hills and far away?

Did Glen just ask for this charming man
I'd never have had him down as a fan
If he's credited with that scotch's day will be made
As it will well put his soft cell in the shade

My Shouts Are Like A Long Long List

O, my shouts are like a long long list
That stretches to the moon,
My requests comprise of memories
Of long forgotten tunes

As fair you are, both Bryan and Babs
In awe of Jack Bruce, am I
I'm requesting tunes we'll never hear
Till all the seas gang dry

Till all the seas gang dry, O dear,
And 'Dignity' melts wi' the sun,
I'll keep plugging JB's tunes, no fear,
For as long as the playlist runs

Let's hear JB's 'Make Love', I say
And raise old henri's smiles,
But again and again, and endlessly
they chant 'Five Hundred Miles'

H Hannah (age 17)

Lang years ago i' the toon I wis born in
And ipods wurnae invented
We pit pennies i' the jukebox, picked oot 3 tunes
And sat doon weel contented

Noo wan o' they tunes ye niver hae played
By Roy Wood, him outa Wizzard
'Going Down the Road' it's cried
Dae ye think noo, his hair's all scissored?

Our Roy's a rich as J. Paul Getty
And still resembles a hippy yeti.

#46

many years ago for sure
we students were still pretty poor.
we only had three hundred quid
and that tae last a year so it did(nae).
ane nicht at the union in alcohol fuelled blizzard
ah thocht i'de look up silly wizzard.
but naw, the bloke wi' guitar was pretty good.
for it was none other than hairy roy wood.

I can find no rhyme in my Thesaurus
But did our Roy play Brontosaurus?

He also sang about angel fingers
And the only thing he could rhyme was lingers
Not that you'll have heard it on gio
Cos BBs never played it on the radio

#45 - Henri - 听All due respect, but that boy is hard to handle. I said to myself, "What the fa-fa-fa-fa-fa" is that? I'm goin' on back to Otis, and try a little tenderness.

;o)

#51

Eh... James Carr, Senga....James Carr

henri:-)

#11 Sterling work, captain!
#27 Hope you won't have to cross your legs anymore Scotch and this finally gets played

Going for brevity masel' - ahm no' a comparable wordsmith

Short and sweet my request for this song
Bryan and Babs, please play Everlong

The Fechters o' Foo may tweetle their sang
Yon Bs will aye play ower lang

Tae A Bryan

Fair fa' your honest, Aberdonian face,
Great chieftain o' the GIO race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
Radio Wan, Twa, or Clyde:
Weel are ye wordy o' a grace
As lang's a henri hannah post.

The groaning mix desk there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your patter wad help to mend a mill
In time o' need,
While thro' your pores the dews distil
Like a runners sweaty bead.

His knife see rustic labour dight,
An' cut bannana cake wi' ready sleight,
But as always your gushing Dixy Chick bright,
Like ony Americana;
And then, O what a glorious sound,
Chicks, Wainright, Lang!

Then, song for song,
GIO stretch an' strive:
Deil tak the Tull! on they drive,
Till a' their weel-swall'd ears belyve,
Are bent lyke drums;
Then auld bloggers, maist like to rive,
"nae mair morrissey!" 'hums.

Is there that owre his facebook ragout
Or txts that wad staw a sow,
Or German faux pax wad mak him spew
Wi' perfect sconner,
Looks down wi' sneering, scornfu' view
On Babs soup for dinner?

Poor devil! see him try to match his lass,
As feckless as a wither'd rash,
His spindle shank, a guid whip-lash,
Her nieve a nit;
Thro' Queen or ABBA to dash,
O how unfit!

But mark the Rustic, Bryan fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread.
Clap in his walie nieve a mp3,
He'll mak it whissle;
He knoews that song and where its frae,
its frae his hoose ye see.

Ye Pow'rs wha mak the Blog your care,
And dish them out their bill o' fare,
Auld Glen wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies;
But, if ye wish oor gratefu' prayer,
Gie us a SHOUT!

#51 #52
What the hell
LOL

Guid Bry wham ne'er a jock surpasses
Fur spielin' Queen's Fat-Hurdied Lassies

Guid yin, Norman

Some bloggers have spun their poems quite majestic
(I've been kept off the PC through issues domestic)
But I don't want to whinge and I don't want to whine
Their shouts and their rhymes are far better than mine
Let's hear it for this neck of the wood
GIO team, play their tunes - they're actually rather good.

#54 Glen - you are naughty. But I like you.

Ae fond list of which we'll savour
It's for real, goes on forever
But julie's phone it cost her dear
So to keep it short you can see it

#55 well done, Norrie

DC, Norrie - epic stuff, - weil done, as they say!

regardez - youse

henri

Henri ITV4 if you're about

and well done everyone. Blogs been good this weekend.

Ah've jist sat doon tae huv ma tea
An "Get It On" wi' Bryan B
Tonight's atribute tae the Bard
An' ma rhymin' heid is thinkin' hard.

Whit song a wonder would be great
Ah'd better choose afore it's eight
So Bryan, please yer ma favourite Jock
Could ye play a wee bit Country Rock.

Ah luv yon guy frae Dylan's Band
Aye, Robbie Robertson, he's the wan,
So ah'll be yer bestest pal fur ever
Fur "SOMEWHERE DOWN THE CRAZY RIVER"

I read that poem about 'when I am old I shall wear purple'...and realised I'm nearly there already! I made The Daughter read it, thinking she might find it funny. She said "Mum, if you end up like that I shall never speak to you again...ever"...so Phew! she's not noticed. Anyway...spending my pension on brandy and learning to spit sounds quite fun!

The muse has deserted me...I might have managed a pome by 7.30pm tomorrow!

This blogger had a difficult time
writing a list which is also a rhyme.
First, Isley Brothers sing so fine
Please play "This old heart of mine".
"A little respect" is number two,
the artist - a group - you-know-who.
Next a song that's far from dire:
Ryan Adams and "Desire".
Then one of Springsteen's best:
Honey, I'm "Tougher than the rest".
And another one of those,
"Girls in their summer clothes".
When I.T. was a theme a while ago,
I forgot "Hard drive" by Evan Dando.
A GIO debut? Don't be wary,
Play Patty Griffin perfoming "Mary"
Or a song not heard in a while:
"The story" by Brandi Carlile.
Or if that one will not do,
opt for Ms Moore's "Misty Blue".
Just one more makes my list complete,
"Spanish Moon" by Little Feat.
Bedtime now, I must go.
Regards from Joe, in Linlithgow.

#64 a pome is all you seek
of norrieitis
your post does reek

January's a miserable month, skint and dreich and cauld
But Glesga thocht to shine a licht - a festival they'd hold
There's folk come from all ower the land tae sing and play and party
Tae chase away the winter blues - mair 'let's have fun' than arty
This week they've gone and stolen a march, for a celebration's planned
The first nae doot of many held for the minstrel who's been 70 years on this land
Bob Dylan isnae the greatest singer, in fact he's often mince
But the songs he writes are amang the finest you'll have heard before or since
They strike your heart, they hit the spot and the one I love ower a'
Memories I canna tell, it's Knockin on Heaven's Door

Bryan stood on the burning deck
As all the producers fled
The flames lit the studio鈥檚 wreck
Filling him with great dread

Still proud and brave he stayed
As he gazed upon the fire
He got to his knees and prayed
His situation was quite dire

The flames rolled on he would not go
Without Miss Babs word
鈥淕et out of there鈥� said a voice from below
鈥淒on鈥檛 stay you鈥檙e being absurd鈥�

Bryan thought he should heed her advice
鈥淕et out you fool鈥� the voice cried again
Our hero didn鈥檛 need to be told twice
As he smashed the window with his bin

Bryan escaped with requests under his arm
He had been a very lucky boy
The request from Billy had not come to harm
Please play 鈥榊uri鈥� by Oi Va Voi

BURNS SUPPER鈥檚 the song ah want ye tae play
YOU? ME? US? the album that it comes frae
RICHARD THOMPSON鈥檚 the man wha kin play it right
And he鈥檚 at the Royal Concert Hall tomorrow night

Obviously that should be鈥︹�︹��.

BURNS SUPPER鈥檚 the song ah want ye tae play
YOU? ME? US? the album that it comes frae
RICHARD THOMPSON鈥檚 the man wha kin play it richt
And he鈥檚 at the Royal Concert Hall the morrow鈥檚 nicht

Whilst listening to the paolopod
A song is playing in my ear
It is really quite a sad song
But it will never raise a tear
Called How can you mend a broken heart
Its not the version by Roger daltrey
Al green, Luther or all the rest
It's the one that is sung so sultry
A breathy voice with a touch of jazz
And some sexy sensuous soul
The tingles run up and down my spine
It's the version by Diana Krall
I don't care if none of you like it
It really doesn't matter you see
Cos she's not singing for you lot
She's singing it just for me
My hearts not even broken
Though I've not told her that by choice
So just keep breathing in my ear
With that stunning sexy voice

This theme is pants,
I just can鈥檛,
Place words to display,
In a poetical way,
What I鈥檇 like them to play.

This theme鈥檚 vile,
I鈥檇 much rather dial
鈥nd text
鈥鈥檓 vexed
鈥 hex鈥�
On the GIO producers.

叠耻迟鈥�

When not in Botswana,
Playing Ramotswe鈥recious鈥ama,
鈥 lady detective of fiction,
JILL SCOTT sings about,
Itching to clout
A woman who鈥檚 causing some friction鈥�
鈥榯ween her and her man鈥�
She threatens to pan-in
The face of the bold interloper鈥�
鈥楪ETTING鈥� IN THE WAY鈥�
Is light years away
From that African gumshoe so proper!

'Steven Lindsay is braw' is his website
He used to be in 'The Big Dish'
The song I'd like to hear is 'Kite'
Because it's so good, not at all *ish

#68

Greetings Billy In Alloa
I'll vote for Oi Va Voi an' a'

Oh this theme is fair making me greet
To cheer us all up how about Little Feet
Many great songs but the one that I'm picking
Is that well known classic, Dixie Chickin

Kene and I have often asked
For a band they just won't play
We don't know why
As they're fun and they're fast
And punk with a dash of wha hae

The Real McKenzies is the name
They'd liven up the show
Lyrics all checked
You can play this OK
'Nessie''s quite clean, go on give it a go!

The contributors to this theme
Have made it the best one I've seen
Too many to be named,
This blog must be framed
It's a tribute to our blogging team

noo that the days urnae freezin
(is it me or is it the season?)
and wee burdz come oot
aye even some rare breeds
it goat me ah a' thinkin'
now , there's sumthin yer man nivver plays
frae these liverpool boppers, aye, 'the lightnin' seeds'
so if ye gie them a spin, son.
it'll be lucky me
but ah'd rather hear ye spin 'lucky you'

cheers frae the dale

Whit wey is the blues never heard on the show
Are they feart to gang oot on a limb?
Whit wey are the Kings and Lee Hooker no no
Howlin Wolf, T-Bone Walker or Slim?
What will we hae at tea-time the nicht?
John Mayall or that Clapton laddie
Has Peter Green got his finger-nails clipped
Is the next stop Crawdaddy?

Is yon a pig I see in the sky?
It's tail's a' wee and curly
See! Bryan's just put Crossroads up bye
And telt Miss B tae tak a hurly
He's chackit the the blog and he's gien us wur choice
Sae this is what ye play noo, BB
It's I've got a Rock & Roll Heart by EC
And the next stop's Crawdaddy

Despite requesting Jack Bruce in Rhyme
I feel uncertain he'll be given some time
Caused by the playing of David Grey
Which no one asked for, anyway
Manhatten Transfer went unacknowledged
And no Cee Lo Green in the library
'Up the production of banana loaves' I sigh
'Will ever hear the 12"
of Say Hello, Wave Goodbye'?

regardez youse

henri

ooops.. typo on 2nd last line

Will we ever hear the 12"
of Say Hello, Wave Goodbye

regardez youse

henri

Poor Henri Hannah it is such a shame
The bloggers thought he wasn't real
Was it AFR and DC to blame
But soon his identity he did reveal

With inducements of freshly baked cake
Our Bryan and Babs he did entice
A golden rule for the GIO team to break
And play Dreadzone, at least once or twice

Oh Henri at first is so full of glee
Another request Bryan and Babs did play
But it鈥檚 the wrong version you see
A cover by that impostor David Gray

Oh poor Henri Hannah! This cannot be it
So come on Bryan, don鈥檛 make him cry
And remember the request is not for Scotch Git
Get Soft Cell on, Say Hello, Wave Goodbye

(12")

On Friday my request it was played
My name it was also checked
At last BB has obeyed
And shown me some respect

Though not one to cast an aspersion
It was maybe too much of a wish
But he might have played the right version
And made me a happier fish

I will not give up on my mission
To convince my requests are true art
鈥淚f you got ears you gotta listen鈥�
In the words of Captain Beefheart

ONE RED ROSE THAT I MEAN from LICK MY DECALS OFF BABY by CAPTAIN BEEFHEART AND HIS MAGIC BAND

I'm no a fan o Rabbie Burns
I'm not renowned for dropping names
But did you know the 25th
Is also shared with Etta James?

Now there's a voice to melt your heart
So Brian please be kind
Would you play your DJ part
With "I'd rather go blind"?

If you don't think that's a blast
I'd still be pleased to hear "At last"

I'm not very good at rhyming one line with another,
So how about My Life Story with 12 Reasons Why I Love Her!

#82

thanks Norman for your lyrical support in the campaign for the 12" of Say Hello, Wave Goodbye.

I suspect Bryan will already be regretting that this rhyming requests got started: how they'll cope with it all I've not idea: some of it is brilliant.

In fact, Dreadzone has never been played on GIO.

It's Get It On, where you choose the music
You can facebook, email, blog and even phone
But you ain't goona hear
'American Dread' by Dreadzone

regardez youse

henri

I thought they had played, which other of the HH campaign songs was it they played that ayatollah liked?

Norrie, you don't have a rhyme,
Is that due to your lack of time?

DC (feeling like a Rupert the Bear story writer)

11 more we are on a roll
Who'll get the first rhyming goal

I know Paolo, it's hard to say,
But that was a great blog post Gaie!

(To the tune of Some Enchanted Evening)

I've been a daft blogger for two or three years
And most of my choices have been 鈥済ood to hear鈥�
But I have wised up and I now know the score
There is no point in asking for Zevon no more

And it's no, nay, never,
No nay never no more,
Will they play poor old Warren
No never no more.

They鈥檒l give you Proclaimers and T Rex galore
With Blondie and Durans they鈥檙e inclined to bore
A heartfelt entreaty goes out to the team
Annie Lennox once more and I鈥檓 going to scream

And it's no, nay, never,
No nay never no more,
Will they play poor old Warren
No never no more

They say 鈥測ou choose the music鈥� but 鈥測ou鈥� isn鈥檛 me
The playlist is chosen from Now Number Three
If your taste runs to music exotic as Zappa
Get the idea of hearing it out of your napper

And it's no, nay, never,
No nay never no more,
Will they play poor old Warren
No never no more

(Repeat until led away by a grown up)

Warren Zevon maybe when there's a blue moon
But the men in white coats will be along soon

I don't believe it I'm gobsmacked!
Think the producer will be sacked...

Well done billy for a wee bit of yuri
I'm surprised that it even got past the jury

Yuri played! Maybe Babs didn't spy it,
On the playlist...So that's why she's quiet

A big mention for DC but no David Gilmour
Dave Gilmour Dave Gilmour for DC I implore!

Bryan doesn't want to say his name
I see that Bill, so I say, Ah kain!

Rhyming a town in Poland with a term of gratitude
Should have allowed Bryan to give you some latitude

Ok are you ready whose the boss
I'm sending in a wonderful cross

Hey wot a scunner
DC got a hunner