hello myo!! what is your spot in the celestial council like?
Minor things, I guess...? I mean I can't keep Doodleboy in line, that's Delphinium's area, but ah... I organize the lower levels, make sure our alliances among the incodes are holding strong and we can still call upon them if necessary. That and hiring people onto headquarters for finances and such, it's... All rather boring to hear about, are you sure you didn't mean to ask Delphinium or Artemis?
Blur cover of a folk song from a rare promo record given as a gig freebie. It was recorded during a break for the initial recording sessions of “For Tomorrow” off Modern Life is Rubbish. This is the only Blur song where the drummer, Dave Rowntree, does vocals.
Lyrics under the cut
Group:
Wassail, wassail all over the town
Our toast it is white and our ale it is brown
Our bowl it is made of the white maple tree
With the wassailing bowl, we'll drink to thee
Damon:
So here is to Cherry and to his right cheek
Pray God send our master a good piece of beef
And a good piece of beef that may we all see
With the wassailing bowl, we'll drink to thee
Group:
And here is to Dobbin and to his right eye
Pray God send our master a good Christmas pie
A good Christmas pie that may we all see
With the wassailing bowl, we'll drink to thee
Graham:
So here is to Broad Mary and to her broad horn
May God send our master a good crop of corn
And a good crop of corn that may we all see
With the wassailing bowl, we'll drink to thee
Group:
And here is to Fillpail and to her left ear
Pray God send our master a happy New Year
And a happy New Year as e'er he did see
With the wassailing bowl, we'll drink to thee
Dave:
And here is to Colly and to her long tail
Pray God send our master he never may fail
A bowl of strong beer! I pray you draw near
And our jolly wassail it's then you shall hear
Group:
Come butler, come fill us a bowl of the best
Then we hope that your soul in heaven may rest
But if you do draw us a bowl of the small
Then down shall go butler, bowl and all
Alex:
Then here's to the maid in the lily white smock
Who tripped to the door and slipped back the lock
Who tripped to the door and pulled back the pin
For to let these jolly wassailers in.
Group:
Wassail, wassail all over the town
Our toast it is white and our ale it is brown
Our bowl it is made of the white maple tree
With the wassailing bowl, we'll drink to thee
demo of Alex’s Song from the extended version of Parklife, 1994
lyrics:
Dick got the girl and he sailed around the world
Two knots, what a lot of time, big book of nonsense is nowhere today
Two knots, what a lot of time
Far beyond these voices and out of the groove
In the dream tomorrow starts when you wake up
Starts when you wake up
Dick got the girl and he sailed around the world
Two knots, what a lot of time, book of nonsense is nowhere today
Why not? Whisper it to me
Far beyond these voices and out of the groove
In the dream tomorrow starts when you wake up
Starts when you wake up
All the streets asleep
All the streets asleep
Far beyond these voices and out of the groove
In the dream tomorrow starts when you wake up
Starts when you wake up
Starts when you wake up
Starts when you wake up