I bid you my goodbye

[dlaing]

Now that's funny. True maybe, but still really funny.

When are you going to get you Guzzi back on the road?

Why don't you just buy a Breva or a LeMans or a Norge?

The open road is calling you

[Guest Mattress]

When are you going to get you Guzzi back on the road?

Why don't you just buy a Breva or a LeMans or a Norge?

The open road is calling you

Sorry for the rant last night. I was intoxicated by my landlady who doesn't understand bikers and she finally pissed me off so bad I told her to evict me. the power and evil went to my head. And I totally don't feel cool being agro against anyone and didn't want that kinda crap to come down on this forum.

 

I just love this forum because you all have the same love/jones I do and I like hanging out here. If I'm too much trouble, tell me to go.

[Guest ratchethack]

After realizing that Dlaing was now a moderator on this board, an epiphany to say the least, I have decided that it is time to bid you all adieu. It has been real. And it has been fun. But I cannot say it has been real fun.

 

And that is why I choose to leave.

 

To all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Respond if you will (I will never see it), but with this, I delete all manner of connections to this site, and if the Golden Goose falls prey to whatever...........so be it. It is just a motorcycle, and one dear to my heart. However, the over-riding philosophy is no more bleeding hearts.

 

Jaap, you could not have disappointed me more.

 

Adios!

GG

GG, we hardly knew ye.

 

I don't know if it would be in your nature to check this thread after your post, though you said you never would. But just in case, the following sprang to mind when I read it.

 

Best wishes to you too, my friend, for a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.

 

I regret that the dictates of Popular Kulture now make it necessary for me to note with emphasis that the use of the term, "queer" in the following had an entirely different meaning to the author of this 19th century Irish poem than it does today. No offense is intended, quite the contrary.

 

Those of us remaining carry on the good fight amidst the rising damp with renewed vigor. You will be remembered.

 

Without further comment (though much more could be said), I submit the following:

 

It's an old Irish poem. The reference to Ceylon (Sullon), or Sri Lanka as we know it today, dates the poem to the early 19th centry, when Irishmen fought for the British to protect the East India Company.

 

JOHNNY I HARDLY KNEW YE

 

While going the road to sweet Athy,

Hurroo! hurroo!

While going the road to sweet Athy,

Hurroo! hurroo!

While going the road to sweet Athy,

A stick in my hand and a drop in my eye,

A doleful damsel I heard cry:

“Och Johnny, I hardly knew ye!

With drums and guns, and guns and drums,

The enemy nearly slew ye;

My darling dear, you look so queer,

Och, Johnny, I hardly knew ye!

 

“Where are your eyes that looked so mild?

Hurroo! hurroo!

Where are your eyes that looked so mild?

Hurroo! hurroo!

Where are your eyes that looked so mild,

When my poor heart you first beguiled?

Why did you run from me and the child?

Och, Johnny, I hardly knew ye!

[With drums, etc.]

 

“Where are the legs with which you run?

Hurroo! hurroo!

Where are thy legs with which you run?

Hurroo! hurroo!

Where are the legs with which you run

When first you went to carry a gun?

Indeed, your dancing days are done!

Och, Johnny, I hardly knew ye!

[With drums, etc.]

 

It grieved my heart to see you sail,

Hurroo! hurroo!

It grieved my heart to see you sail,

Hurroo! hurroo!

It grieved my heart to see you sail,

Though from my heart you took leg-bail;

Like a cod you’re doubled up head and tail,

Och, Johnny, I hardly knew ye!

[With drums, etc.]

 

“You haven’t an arm and you haven’t a leg,

Hurroo! hurroo!

You haven’t an arm and you haven’t a leg,

Hurroo! hurroo!

You haven’t an arm and you haven’t a leg,

You’re an eyeless, noseless, chickenless egg;

You’ll have to be put with a bowl to beg:

Och, Johnny, I hardly knew ye!

[With drums, etc.]

 

“I’m happy for to see you home,

Hurroo! hurroo!

I’m happy for to see you home,

Hurroo! hurroo!

I’m happy for to see you home,

All from the Island of Sulloon;

So low in flesh, so high in bone;

Och, Johnny, I hardly knew ye!

[With drums, etc.]

 

“But sad it is to see you so,

Hurroo! hurroo!

But sad it is to see you so,

Hurroo! hurroo!

But sad it is to see you so,

And to think of you now as an object of woe,

Your Peggy’ll still keep you on as her beau;

Och, Johnny, I hardly knew ye!

With drums and guns, and guns and drums

The enemy nearly slew ye;

My darling dear, you look so queer,

Och, Johnny, I hardly knew ye!

[jrt]

The Irish war (anti war? I dunno) tunes are always creepy. This doesnt have anything to do with this nor that; I just happen to be listening to the album. (Bruce Springsteen "we shall overcome")

 

"Mrs. McGrath"

 

 

"Oh, Mrs. McGrath," the sergeant said

"Would you like to make a soldier out of your son Ted

With a scarlett coat and a big cocked hat

Oh, Mrs. McGrath, wouldn't you like that?"

 

Chorus:

With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a

With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a

 

Now, Mrs. McGrath lived on the sea shore

For the space of seven long years or more

She spied a ship coming into the bay

"Here's my son Teddy, wisha clear the way"

 

Chorus

 

"Oh captain dear, where have you been

Or have you been sailing on the Meditereen

Have you any tidings of my son Ted

Is the poor boy living or is he dead?"

 

Chorus

 

Then up came Ted without any legs

And in their place, he had two wooden pegs

She kissed him a dozen times or two

"Holy Moses, it isn't you"

 

Chorus

 

"Now were you drunk or were you blind

When you left your two fine legs behind

Or was it walking upon the say

Wore your two fine legs from the knees away?"

 

Chorus

 

"No, I wasn't drunk and I wasn't blind

When I left my two fine legs behind

A big cannon ball on the fifth of May

Tore my two fine legs from the knees away"

 

Chorus

 

"Oh, Teddy my boy," the widow cried

"Your two fine legs were your mammy's pride

Stumps of a tree wouldn't do at all

Why didn't you run from the big cannon ball?"

 

Chorus

 

"All foreign wars I do proclaim

Between Don John and the King of Spain

I'd rather have my Teddy as he used to be

Than the King of France and his whole navy"

 

Chorus

[Steve G.]

Seen this kind of thing on several boards recently. The right wing (self anointed non-whiners / bleeding heart haters) this side of the pond are, as a group, having a bit of an epiphany of late. And it has nothing to do with David per se.

 

Unfortunate, but revealing.

 

Oh PLEEESE!!

 

I say be off with him! Go away.

Ciao, Steve

[callison]

Looks like the "Golden Goose" laid an egg, rather than the goose that laid a golden egg.

[g.forrest]

theres allways the kid who takes his bat leaves the game and goes home when he can't make the rules. obviously not a team player.

[DeBenGuzzi]

theres allways the kid who takes his bat leaves the game and goes home when he can't make the rules. obviously not a team player.

I used to do that, but I'd come right back and realize I was dumb.

I've since grown up, well mostly.

[Desdinova]

Four words...

 

 

It Must Be Wintertime

[pete roper]

theres allways the kid who takes his bat leaves the game and goes home when he can't make the rules. obviously not a team player.

 

Also known as the 'Dummy Spit' . For you Yanks and others a 'Dummy' is what you call a 'Pacifier' I believe, a tit surrogate for noisy infants. The term 'Dummy Spit' should therefore be fairly self explanatory

 

Pete

[jrt]

Four words...

It Must Be Wintertime

 

Bingo.

[Ralph Werner]

If I don't see a fresh pair of hooters pretty soon I'm gonna quit too!!

[DeBenGuzzi]

everyone else is posting songs because I don't know why, well this reminds me of live and let die by guns and roses.

 

 

"Live & Let Die"

 

When you were young

and your heart was an open book

You used to say live and let live

you know you did

you know you did

you know you did

But if this ever changin world

in which we live in

Makes you give in and cry

Say live and let die

Live and let die

 

What does it matter to ya

When ya got a job to do

Ya got to do it well

You got to give the other fella hell

 

You used to say live and let live

you know you did

you know you did

you know you did

But if this ever changin world

in which we live in

Makes you give in and cry

Say live and let die

Live and let die

 

[Pierre]

OK, songs it is. I too find it a curious response.

 

Almost like GG has become a lost lover. But then, I suppose, what is more intimate than having exchanged ideas with another mind? Perhaps we simply pine for what we've lost.

 

OK - I can deal with that. So I turn for inspiration to words penned by my favorite song writer / poet - Leonard Cohen.

 

From "the Tower of Song."

 

For you GG:

 

I see you standing on the other side

I don't know how the river got so wide

I loved you baby, way back when

And all the bridges are burning that we might have crossed

But I feel so close to everything that we lost

We'll never have to lose it again

 

Now I bid you farewell, I don't know when I'll be back

They're moving us tomorrow to that tower down the track

But you'll be hearing from me baby, long after I'm gone

I'll be speaking to you sweetly

From a window in the Tower of Song

 

Yeah my friends are gone and my hair is grey

I ache in the places where I used to play

 

LC 1988

[callison]

everyone else is posting songs because I don't know why, well this reminds me of live and let die by guns and roses.

 

 

Theme song from the James Bond flick "Live and Let Die" with Roger Moore.

"LIVE AND LET DIE"

(title song)

Composed by Paul McCartney and Linda McCartney

Performed by Paul McCartney and Wings