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     Ewan Talisker McEwan Member Username: Ewan_mcewan Post Number: 551 Registered: 02-2008 |
Ummm, there aren't any, are there? Never mind. | ||
| Dr Girlfriend Member Username: Doctor_girlfriend Post Number: 70 Registered: 10-2007 |
Nonsense. http://www.songsforteaching.com/thanksgi vingsongs/ Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds do a chilling cover version of "Fly, Turkey": "Mrs. Brown said, "Honey dear, LetŐs eat that big bird this year. Go and fetch your brand new axe, Take that turkey Ôround the back." Fly turkey, fly real fast,.. Fly turkey, up in a tree, Where the farmer cannot see. Fly turkey, donŐt make a sound, Get away from Farmer Brown." Feel the dread! And anyway, Mr. McEwan, what do you care about T'giving, given your heritage? | ||
| Ewan Talisker McEwan Member Username: Ewan_mcewan Post Number: 552 Registered: 02-2008 |
Oh, of course. "Fly, Turkey". EVERYBODY knows that one. How could I have forgotten? Besides, turkeys can't fly. Haven't you ever watched "WKRP"? | ||
| Dr Girlfriend Member Username: Doctor_girlfriend Post Number: 71 Registered: 10-2007 |
Heck yeah! Les Nessman: "OH THE HUMANITY!" Mr. Carlson: "I swear to God, I thought turkeys could fly." | ||
| Rob Brookman Member Username: Rob_b Post Number: 1316 Registered: 08-2006 |
And, of course, ETM, you know this one: Thanksgiving By Loudon Wainwright III Lord every year we gather here To eat around this table Give us the strength to stomach as much As fast as we are able Bless this food to our use, though Communication's useless Don't let me drink too much wine Lord you know that I get ruthless Let us somehow get through this meal Without that bad old feeling With history and memory And home cooking we're dealing Remind us that we are all grown up Adults, no longer children Now it's our kids that spill the milk And our turn to want to kill them I look around and recognize A sister and a brother We rarely see our parents now We hardly see each other On this auspicious occasion This special family dinner If I argue with a loved one, Lord Please make me the winner All this food looks and smells so good But I can hardly taste it My sense of something has been lost There's no way to replace it After the meal, switch on the game There's just a few more seconds But I'm so tired, I need a nap The guest bedroom bed beckons I fall asleep, I have a dream And in it is the family Nothing bad has happened yet And everyone is happy Mother and Father, both still young And naturally they love us We're all lying on a lawn at night Watching the stars above us Lord every year we gather here To eat around this table Give us the strength to stomach as much As fast as we are able Hmmm. I don't remember this being quite so depressing. Ah, well. | ||
| Ewan Talisker McEwan Member Username: Ewan_mcewan Post Number: 553 Registered: 02-2008 |
That IS a great one. Good call. Terribly sad, though, agreed. I donnae if it'll catch on, mate. | ||
| Allen Belz Member Username: Abpositive Post Number: 1306 Registered: 09-2006 |
"They're hitting the ground like sacks of wet cement!" There's the little-known sequel to that reindeer song, "Grandma Choked to Death on a Turkey Leg." For some reason it never caught on like the other one did... | ||
| Allen Belz Member Username: Abpositive Post Number: 1307 Registered: 09-2006 |
Just Googled Thanksgiving songs, and did come across one I remember from my childhood: "Over the River and Through the Woods." | ||
| Ewan Talisker McEwan Member Username: Ewan_mcewan Post Number: 554 Registered: 02-2008 |
LWIII has another great one about Christmas, that, oh so appropriately, labels Thanksgiving a "buffet inbetween" Halloween and Christmas. Here, btw, they started putting up Christmas stuff in all of the stores, including the grocery, before Halloween. That's obscene, you ask me... Suddenly It's Christmas : Suddenly it's Christmas, Right after Hallowe'en. Forget about Thanksgiving; It's just a buffet in between. There's lights and tinsel in the windows; They're stocking up the shelves; Santa's slaving at the North Pole In his sweatshop full of elves. There's got to be a build-up To the day that Christ was born: The halls are decked with pumpkins And the ears of Indian corn. Dragging through the falling leaves In a one-horse open sleigh, Suddenly it's Christmas, Seven weeks before the day. Suddenly it's Christmas, The longest holiday. When they say "Season's Greetings" They mean just what they say: It's a season, it's a marathon, Retail eternity. It's not over till it's over And you throw away the tree. Outside it's positively balmy, In the air nary a nip; Suddenly it's Christmas, Unbuttoned and unzipped. Yes, they're working overtime, Santa's little runts; Christmas comes but once a year And goes on for two months. Christmas carols in December And November, too; It's no wonder we're depressed When the whole thing is through. Finally it's January; Let's sing "Auld Lang Syne"; But here comes another heartache, Shaped like a Valentine. Suddenly it's Christmas, The longest holiday. The season is upon us; A pox, it won't go away. It's a season, it's a marathon, Retail eternity. It's not over till it's over And you throw away the tree. No, it's not over till it's over And you throw away the tree; It's still not over till it's over And you throw away the tree. |