The Spitfire
‘Scramble! '
‘Take the lead, Blue Leader, '
Spat the voice on the R/T,
While the ground crew pulled the chocks
Another plugged the battery,
Then the prop was turning over
And the Merlin roared to life
As the pilot, Michael Adams,
Kissed the picture of his wife!
They had only just been married
On a sudden 36,
They had just one night together
Then raced back to face the blitz,
She to work the board, the plotter,
He to fly, and do his best,
There were twelve of them together
Flying over Sheerness!
There were Dorniers and Junkers
Who were raiding from Beauvais,
There were Heinkel One-Elevens,
Also heading London's way,
Then the R/T sprang to life again
‘Blue Leader, change your course,
There are Stuka's bombing shipping
In the channel, off the coast! '
So the flight in V-formation
Turned to face the rabid Hun,
Climbed to 30,000 feet,
Were almost blinded by the sun,
But they ran into the Heinkels
And they peeled off and they dived,
And of thirty German bombers
Only seventeen survived.
Then the Messerschmitts arrived just like
A swarm of angry gnats,
And Michael had to loop and dive
To shake one off his back,
He pulled in close behind
A lagging Me 109,
Gave a seven second burst, and watched
The German hit the brine.
Jenny moved the counters as
Intelligence came in,
The Controller spoke in earnest
To the R/T microphone,
He relayed information
To the girls around the chart,
‘We've lost two Spits from Blue Flight,
Jimmy ‘D' and Peter Sparks! '
Then Jenny bit her lip to keep
Composed all through the day,
She dreaded that her husband's name
Be mentioned in that way,
She knew the odds were final
And that few of them survived,
Who took that burst of cannon shells,
Flipped over, burned and dived.
While out there in the universe
The everlasting sun,
Was busy flinging solar flares
At earth, as from a gun,
They magnetised the atmosphere
And swirled in colours bright,
Aurora Borealis
Also called ‘The Northern Lights! '
When Michael found his ammo done
He turned and left the fray,
He climbed and still he climbed
Until the Germans fell away,
He heard a voice start singing
In the silence all around,
It sounded like an angel
Or like Jenny, on the ground!
The daylight disappeared and he
Hung up there in his Spit,
The nose was in a climb, but it
Just floated, out of it,
The Merlin roared then sputtered
But it hung there in the air,
While swirls of brilliant colour
Tinged the atmosphere there!
While back at Biggin Hill the Spits
Returned about that time,
The crew expected ten, but when
They counted, there was nine.
‘It seems that Michael Adams
Has gone missing on the day,
Let's hope he's in the channel…'
Jenny wiped a tear away!
The years went flashing by her
And she visited her son,
And the grandson she adored
Who sat there playing with his gun,
But the paper lay there open
With a picture on page five,
Of a Spitfire that had landed,
And the pilot was alive!
‘Yes, I saw that, ' murmured Duncan,
‘And his name is just like ours,
He's some nut who just flew in,
Said he's from out among the stars.'
Then the widow Jenny started
And she said: ‘It just can't be!
But why's a Spitfire landing here
In 1983? '
poem by David Lewis Paget
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Gremlin!
He was posted to Squadron 74
With ten hours flying time,
He knew that he needed a hundred more
Or his life was on the line,
For Biggin Hill was a shambles then,
All craters and UXB's,
As fast as they ferried the Spitfires in
They were beaten down to their knees.
They were hit with Junkers 88's
And Dornier 17's,
They came in high and they came in low,
Like a swarm of angry bees,
They got the workshops, hit the stores,
In an all-out, mass attack,
While Michael Shaw bit his lip, and swore
He was going to get them back.
For a week or so he was on patrol
In a Spitfire group of six,
Learning how to control the beast
As he pulled back on the stick,
The leader taught him to watch his wing,
And keep his back to the sun,
To roll away to avoid the spray
From an ME 109.
'Don't waste your ammo, just get your sights
Fixed firm on the guy ahead,
A burst, three seconds of cannon shells
Is enough to see him dead.
Follow him down to confirm the kill
But watch for the one on your tail,
If you're not too quick, and you feel you're hit,
Pull back on the stick, and bail.'
In the second week, a Dornier
Flew under his starboard wing,
Like a graceful pencil, floating there
Like a bee that had lost its sting.
He peeled away and he fired a burst
That ripped it like tinsel foil,
But smoke had bloomed as the fire consumed,
And all he could smell was oil.
'You're blooded, ' bantered the guy in Ops.,
'You're buying us all a drink! '
They party'd hard at the mess that night
So they wouldn't be forced to think.
For every kill was a young man's life
Though it wasn't for them to mourn,
And for Michael Shaw it was all-out war,
The reason that he'd been born.
He got three Junkers 88's
And thought that he'd gone to heaven,
The very next sortie out, he claimed
A Heinkel One Eleven;
'They shouldn't be over, bombing us,
We give as good as we get...'
But his eyes were tired and his mind was fired
With the kills that were out there yet.
His Squadron claimed three 109's
That were shepherding bombers in,
While Michael took two Junkers out,
But his mind was beginning to spin,
For out on the edge of his starboard wing,
He thought he saw something move,
He turned his head in a moment's dread,
Then felt he had nothing to prove.
He must be tired, he shook his head
To get all the cobwebs out,
But there was the shape on the starboard wing,
Once more, this time, no doubt.
A terrible creature with tapering ears,
Sharp teeth and an evil grin,
And a long, long tail, that was wrapped around
His starboard aileron.
He tried to bank, the stick was held
Rock solid, and stuck in its place,
He could only climb or dive, not roll
Nor peel away with grace,
He dived on down through the covering cloud
Right over an azure sea,
Then he glanced again at his starboard wing,
There was only a mystery.
At Ops he sought out the Group Captain,
And cleared his throat to speak,
'I must be tired... but sir, I swear...'
Then he looked down and shuffled his feet.
Could he dare to mention the thing he'd seen,
Would they think him raving mad?
The Group just patted his arm, and said:
'Well, it can't be all that bad! '
'I saw this thing, out on the wing,
I couldn't believe my eyes...'
'Oh yes, well Shaw, you'd not be the first
To hallucinate in the skies.
You've had an attack of the 'Gremlins', son,
It happens, you'd better just rest,
Get them to check out your oxygen,
It's part of the pre-flight test.'
A week went by, he scored more kills,
A Heinkel, a 109,
He thought the thing had been just a blip,
A sign of a tired mind,
But then, just after he pulled away
From firing a steady burst,
A face peered in at the cockpit shield,
A face that was more than cursed.
It seemed to cling quite effortlessly
With the help of its long, sharp claws,
It bared its teeth in a grin of sorts,
And saliva dripped from its jaws,
Its eyes were narrow, like tiny slits
As they squinted right through the screen,
And its tongue was forked, flicked back and forth
As Michael sat back, and screamed.
He dived, went into a barrel roll
Thinking to shake it free,
A Messerschmitt 109 was there
To compound his misery,
It rolled and followed him down, and then
A burst tore into his tail,
He had no choice, pulled back the stick,
Opened the hood, and bailed.
They found him out in an open field,
His parachute lay nearby,
They drove him back to the aerodrome
But they couldn't look in his eyes,
Like tiny slits, they peered in hate
And his tongue just wouldn't sit still,
He said: 'Just get me an aeroplane...
I have to go out, and kill! '
poem by David Lewis Paget
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Jenny Jenny
Every time I think of you
Yeah, even this much later
I wish there was something I could do
But I guess youre still the same
You do almost anything but stop the fight
Never surrender, you just tough it out all night
And I think of the little things we used to do
And I think of the way that hes been treating you
And Ill ask you once again
Jenny jenny, what happened to you?
How can you stand for what you put yourself through?
And I think of the little things we used to do
And I think of the way that hes been treating you
And Ill ask you once again
Jenny jenny, what happened to you?
With your picture in my hand
I dont even know what Im feeling
Ill stop trying to understand
I just wish I could reach out to you
Reach out so far across the sea
And sometimes as the baby sleeps I know you think of me
And you think of the little things we used to do
And you cant understand the way hes treating you
So Ill ask you once again
Jenny jenny, what happened to you?
How can you stand for what you put yourself through?
When I think of the way we always used to be
And you know that hell never love you more than me
So Ill ask you once again
Jenny jenny, what happened to you?
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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Hon. Henry Bennett
It never came into my mind
Until I was ready to die
That Jenny had loved me to death, with malice of heart.
For I was seventy, she was thirty-five,
And I wore myself to a shadow trying to husband
Jenny, rosy Jenny full of the ardor of life.
For all my wisdom and grace of mind
Gave her no delight at all, in very truth,
But ever and anon she spoke of the giant strength
Of Willard Shafer, and of his wonderful feat
Of lifting a traction engine out of the ditch
One time at Georgie Kirby's.
So Jenny inherited my fortune and married Willard --
That mount of brawn! That clownish soul!
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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Jenny Dreamed Of Trains
This song was first released on the all aboard! album. it is the only album it has been released on.
When jenny was a little girl, she only dreamed of trains
She never played with dolls or lacy kinds of things
Jenny counted boxcars instead of counting sheep
She could go anywhere when she went to sleep
All she ever talked about was getting on to ride
She was living in another time you could see it in her eyes
And every day after school shed head down to the track
Waiting for the train that was never coming back
Jenny dreamed of trains
When the nighttime came
Nobody knew how she made it come true
Jenny dreamed of trains
The depots been boarded up, the rails have turned to rust
There hasnt been a train through here since the mill went bust
No one believed her when she said she heard the train
Said she was just a little girl acting kind of strange
Jenny dreamed of trains
When the nighttime came
Nobody knew how she made it come true
Jenny dreamed of trains
Jenny laid a penny on the track one day
In God we trust she walked away
The very next morning all she could find
Was a little piece of copper squashed flatter than a dime
Jenny dreamed of trains
When the nighttime came
Nobody knew how she made it come true
Jenny dreamed of trains
Nobody knew how she made it come true
Jenny dreamed of trains
Words and music by vince gill and guy clark
song performed by by John Denver
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Jenny Dreamed Of Trains
When jenny was a little girl she only dreamed of trains
She never played with dolls or lacy kinds of things
Jenny counted boxcars instead of countin sheep
She could go anywhere when she went to sleep
All she ever talked about was gettin on to ride
She was livin in another time you could see it in her eyes
Everyday after school shed head down to the tracks
Waitin for the train that was never comin back
Chorus:
Jenny dreamed of trains
When the nighttime came
Nobody knew how she made it come true
Jenny dreamed of trains
The depots been boarded up, the rails have turned to rush
There hasnt been a train through here since the mill went bust
No one believed her when she said she heard the train
Said she was just a little girl actin kinda strange
Jenny laid a penny on the track one day
In God we trust she walked away
The very next mornin all that she could find
Was a little piece of copper squashed flatter than a dime
Nobody knew how she made it come true
Jenny dreamed of trains
song performed by by Vince Gill
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Jenny Pazza
Jenny non vuol pi parlare
non vuol pi giocare
vorrebbe soltanto dormire
Jenny non vuol pi capire
sbadiglia soltanto
non vuol pi nemmeno mangiare.
Jenny stanca
Jenny vuole dormire
Jenny stanca
Jenny vuole dormire.
Jenny ha lasciato la gente
a guardarsi stupita
a cercar di capire che cosa
Jenny non sente pi niente
non sente le voci
che il vento le porta.
Jenny stanca
Jenny vuole dormire
Jenny stanca
Jenny vuole dormire.
Io che l'ho vista piangere di gioia e ridere
e pi di lei la vita credo mai nessuno am
io non vi credo lasciatela stare
voi non potete...
Jenny non pu pi restare
portatela via
rovina il morale alla gente
Jenny sta bene
lontano
la curano
forse
potr anche guarire un giorno.
Jenny pazza
c' chi dice anche questo
Jenny pazza
c' chi dice anche questo.
Jenny ha pagato per tutti
ha pagato per noi
che restiamo a guardarla ora
Jenny soltanto un ricordo
qualcosa di amaro
da spingere gi in fondo.
Jenny stanca
Jenny vuole dormire
Jenny stanca
Jenny vuole dormire
Jenny stanca
Jenny vuole dormire...
song performed by by Vasco Rossi
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Jenny Wore Black
Jenny wore black
Jenny wore white - white!
And jenny was real
But almost not quite
And jenny was here
She was almost inside
And jenny was real
But jenny was frightened by the way
We looked at her
And jenny could see
She was only a child
Jenny concealed all but her smile
And when she smiled we said hey hey!
Youll never see clear with tears in your face hey!
Youll never see clearly anyway
I said I loved you blindly, and I do
Were only two strangers in ways
We shall say
Jenny wore black
Jenny wore white, white!
And jenny was real but almost not quite (la la la la la la)
And jenny was here she was almost on time
And jenny was real
But jenny was frightened by the way
We looked at her
And jenny could see within us for a while
Jenny revealed all but her smile
And when she smiled we said hey hey!
Youll never see clear with tears in your face hey!
Youll never see clearly anyway
I said I loved you blindly, and I do
Were only two strangers in ways
We should say
You always caught my eyes where
The dreams peter in
And I cant remember
Wherever Ive been
Theres still holes for my eyes
Where the dreams peter through
All I can remember
Is when I was with you
We say hey hey!
Youll never see clear with tears in your face hey!
Youll never see clearly anyway
I said I loved you blindly, and I do
Were only two strangers in ways
We shall say
song performed by by Men Without Hats
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Two Hot Girls
(on a hot summer night) (carly simon)
It happened last night we were feeling adventurous
We put on our heels and went out for a walk
More for a drink than to have a few eyes on us
Jenny and I slipped to town for some talk
Me and jenny, twinklin? like crystal and pennies
Two hot girls on a hot summer night
Looking for love
look jenny? i said its dwight he just came in?
I got excited but jenny was quick
The kettle was on and it started up steamin?
And I knew from her flirtin? she was up to her tricks
Me and jenny, twinklin? like crystal and pennies
Two hot girls on a hot summer night
Looking for love
A song on the jukebox made me feel lonely
The kettle boiled down and evaporated me
But who was to notice cause jenny was glowin?
And dwight was all over her like a honey bee
Me and jenny, twinklin? like crystal and pennies
Two hot girls on a hot summer night
Looking for love
Maybe I shouldnt have worn such a long dress
Maybe he thinks Im too young or too old
If only I hadnt been born with these sad eyes
Perhaps Im too shy or too bold
Me and jenny, twinklin? like crystal and pennies
Two hot girls on a hot summer night
Looking for love
thanks for introducing us?
Said dwight polite
And I waved goodnight
I wondered why it wasnt me
I guess its just that the times not right
Two hot girls on a hot summer night
song performed by by Carly Simon
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Two Hot Girls (On A Hot Summer Night)
(on a hot summer night) (carly simon)
It happened last night we were feeling adventurous
We put on our heels and went out for a walk
More for a drink than to have a few eyes on us
Jenny and i slipped to town for some talk
Me and jenny, twinklin?like crystal and pennies
Two hot girls on a hot summer night
Looking for love
look jenny?i said its dwight he just came in?
I got excited but jenny was quick
The kettle was on and it started up steamin?
And i knew from her flirtin?she was up to her tricks
Me and jenny, twinklin?like crystal and pennies
Two hot girls on a hot summer night
Looking for love
A song on the jukebox made me feel lonely
The kettle boiled down and evaporated me
But who was to notice cause jenny was glowin?
And dwight was all over her like a honey bee
Me and jenny, twinklin?like crystal and pennies
Two hot girls on a hot summer night
Looking for love
Maybe i shouldnt have worn such a long dress
Maybe he thinks im too young or too old
If only i hadnt been born with these sad eyes
Perhaps im too shy or too bold
Me and jenny, twinklin?like crystal and pennies
Two hot girls on a hot summer night
Looking for love
thanks for introducing us?
Said dwight polite
And i waved goodnight
I wondered why it wasnt me
I guess its just that the times not right
Two hot girls on a hot summer night
song performed by by Carly Simon
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Jenny Happy Birthday
Jenny happy birthday
God will bless you today
Happy birthday lucky Jenny
MAY YOU EARN MORE THAN A PENNY
JENNY HAPPY BIRTHDAY
MAY YOUR LIFE BE OKAY
JENNY HAPPY BIRTHDAY
May your beauty grow and stay
HAPPY BIRTHDAY PRETTY JENNY
HAVE YOUR LIFE GROW STRONG AS A TREE
TODAY IS YOUR BIRTHDAY
OH YES, WHAT A CHEERFUL DAY
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEET JENNY
HAPPY BIRTHDAY With ALL MY HEART
SORRY FOR BEING AN ANNOYING SIMPSOM BART
MAY THE LORD BRING YOU SUCCESS
EVEN THOUGH LIFE IS A GAME OF CHESS
IT IS GREAT TO BE LOVED
poem by Gregory PierreJerome
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Pop Goes The World
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls,
Pop goes the world, by men without hats
Johnny played guitar, jenny played bass.
Name of the band is the human race.
Everybody tell me have you heard? pop goes the world.
Jenny played keyboard, johnny played drums,
Called little baby and a big bonhomme
Everybody tell me have you heard? pop goes the world.
It goes something like this: (p p p pop)
Johnny and jenny had a crazy dream,
See their pictures in a magazine.
Every little boy needs a girl.
Pop goes the world.
Jenny and johnny getting smart (it seems)
Made more money on a movie screen.
Every little nest needs a bird.
Pop goes the world.
One two three and four is five,
Everybody here is a friend of mine.
Whatever happened to the duke of earl?
Pop goes the world.
Six seven eight and nine is ten,
Send al gunn to see the doctor (ben)
Say what planet are we on? the third!
Pop goes the world.
And every time I wonder where the world went wrong,
End up lying on my face going ringy dingy ding dong
And every time I wonder if the world is right,
End up in some disco dancin all night & day.
Johnny played guitar, jenny played bass,
Name of the band is the human race.
Everybody tell me have you heard? pop goes the world.
Johnny played guitar, jenny played bass,
Aint nobody couldnt take their place.
Everybody tell me have you heard? pop goes the world.....
song performed by by Men Without Hats
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The Tale of Thomas Fell
Here is a tale that I will tell
About a boy called Thomas Fell,
And of the girl he loved so well,
His dearest darling Jenny.
He knew her from his childhood days,
He knew her thoughts, he knew her ways,
He lived in love's romantic haze,
But didn't have a penny.
To win her was his only thought,
So money therefore must be sought,
And then the flowers could be bought
And Jenny would be happy.
He explored every avenue,
And searched from here to Timbuktu,
His time was short and Tommy knew
He'd have to make it snappy.
If he should fail to raise the cash,
His hopes and dreams would all be dashed:
His foe would be in like a flash,
His morals were so shoddy.
'That other boy who's called Andrew,
He says he loves my Jenny too;
He says he'll take her to the zoo,
Hu... over my dead body! '
'If I see him I'm telling you
I'll beat him 'til he's black and blue;
His love for Jenny can't be true
He's nothing but a fake.
I've always loved her, always will,
I'd fight for her, I'd even kill;
I'll get that bunch of daffodils
No matter what it takes.'
A penny here, a penny there,
He walked to school to save the fare,
At last he had the money there,
Safe in his hiding place.
It meant so much, this grand surprise,
He longed to see, in Jenny's eyes,
Reward for all his enterprise:
A smile upon her face.
The flowers looked so very grand,
He placed them gently in her hands,
And told her of his wedding plans,
Then held her close and kissed her.
His eyes were moist and filled with wonder,
But Jenny's heart was rent asunder:
'Oh Tom, you've made an awful blunder,
You can't... 'cause I'm your sister! '
Written Sept 1994
poem by John Carter Brown
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Such Stuff As Dreams
Jenny kissed me in a dream;
So did Elsie, Lucy, Cora,
Bessie, Gwendolyn, Eupheme,
Alice, Adelaide, and Dora.
Say of honour I'm devoid,
Say monogamy has miss'd me,
But don't say to Dr. Freud
Jenny kiss'd me.
poem by Franklin P. Adams
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The Pilot Who Never Came Back
The mist was rolling in clouds, opaque
As I hurried along the line,
Looking for A3-22
The Mirage of Lieutenant Devine,
There wasn't much hope of flying time
If the weather didn't improve,
But I still had an Instrument Pre-Flight
‘Just in case, ' said the Duty Crew.
‘You never know with Devine, ' they said,
‘He'd fly in a howling gale,
At the first swift burst of sunlight, he'll
Be sitting right here on your tail,
Trying to give you the hurry-ups
As you strap him into the seat,
A bit of a caution is Jack Devine…'
‘A pain in the arse, ' said Skeet.
Skeet was the Armament Fitter that
I found under 22,
Fitting the Matra Missile there,
And a sidewinder, or two.
‘Where the hell is he going, this
Is more than a training run! '
‘He's going on out to the firing range
Out there, past Avalon! '
Devine appeared in the mist, while
Taking the pitot covers off,
I pulled all the undercarriage pins
As he gave me the hurry-up,
‘I'm going the moment the mist has cleared,
So do what you have to do! '
I climbed in, ran up the gyro's
Checked out the auto-pilot, too.
He wouldn't wait for a moment
So I threaded his lanyards through,
Pulled out the Martin-Baker pin
And held it out for his view,
He sat on the live ejection seat
Took whiffs of the oxygen,
And sat impatient, drumming his feet
‘Til a little bit after ten.
I stood by the guy on the battery cart
To wait for the mist to clear,
The pilot gave thumbs up for a start
We could finally disappear,
We watched him heading off down the strip
With a roar like an avatar,
And headed on back to the duty hut,
‘He'll be back in less than an hour! '
We grabbed a coffee, an hour went by,
But still no sign of Devine,
The Gunny had given a meaningful look,
He was cutting it more than fine,
He wasn't fitted with dropp tanks, so
An hour was all that he'd got,
We phoned the guys in the tower, and asked,
‘Is he overdue, or what? '
It was then that A3-22
Came screaming over the strip,
Smoke was streaming out of its tail,
Black as a coal mine pit,
He turned and landed, the fire trucks
Were waiting to put it out,
A pool of kerosine lay in the tail,
As Devine came tumbling out.
His face was thunderous, back in the hut
Where he signed the duty log,
But he kept his visor firmly shut,
Then turned, and he just stalked off,
I didn't see him again, but heard
He'd tried to report us all,
He blamed the erks for the whole damn works,
Said the engine nearly stalled.
He left the following morning for
Another Miracle flight,
We didn't go out to look for him
‘Til the day turned into night,
We never discovered his plane at all,
It's missing still, at sea,
But his wife was down in the hospital,
And that was what interested me.
She'd been admitted with cuts and scrapes
And scratches down to her feet,
They said that she was hysterical,
Was babbling in white heat,
‘I haven't a clue who that pilot was
Dressed in my husband's clothes,
But it wasn't my Jack Devine, ' she said,
‘And I think that a wife would know! '
She said he'd taken her there by force,
And raked her body with claws,
He'd bitten her shoulder ‘til it bled,
She couldn't fathom the cause.
He'd looked like her husband, walking in,
But then his body had changed,
‘He looked like he had a scaly skin
And his face was rearranged! '
The last that I heard of Jean Devine
Was in June, the following year,
She'd gone to deliver her baby
But was shaking in dread, and fear,
They told her that it had been stillborn
And refused to show her its face,
Or the tiny body scales it had,
Unknown to the human race!
18 September 2012
poem by David Lewis Paget
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Back O The Moon
[ music: dennis drew/lyric: natalie merchant ]
Jenny
Jenny you dont know the nights I hide
Below a second story room
To whistle you down
The man whos let to divvy up
Time is a miser
Hes got a silver coin
Only lets it shine for hours
While you sleep it away
Theres one rare and odd style of living
Part only known to the everybody jenny
A comical wheres the end parade
Of the sort people here would think unusual
Jenny
Tonight upon the mock brine of a luna sea
Far off we sail on to back o the moon
Jenny
Jenny you dont know the days Ive tried
Telling backyard tales
So to maybe amuse
O your mood is never giddy
If you smile Im delighted
But youd rather pout
Such a lazy child
You dare fold your arms
Tisk and say that I lie
Theres one rare and odd style of thinking
Part only known to the everybody jenny
The small step and giant leap takers
Got the head start in the race toward it
Jenny
Tonight upon the mock brine of a luna sea
Far off we sail on to the back o the moon
That was a sigh
But not meant to envy you
When your age was mine
Some things were sworn true
Morning would come
And calendar pages had
New printed seasons on
Their opposite sides
Jenny
Jenny you dont know the nights I hide
Below a second story room
To whistle you down
O the man whos let to divvy up
Time is a miser
Hes got a silver coin
Lets it shine for hours
While you sleep it away
Theres one rare and odd style of living
Part only known to the everybody jenny
Out of tin ships jump the bubble head boys
To push their flags into powdered soils and cry
No second placers
No smart looking geese in bonnets
Dance with pigs in high button trousers
No milk pail for the farmers daughter
No merry towns of sweet walled houses
Here Ive found
Back o the moon
Not here
Ive found
Back o the moon
song performed by by 10000 Maniacs
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A Song For Two Children
'Make a song, father, a new little song,
All for Jenny and Nancy.'
Balow lalow or Hey derry down,
Or else what might you fancy?
Is there any song sweet enough
For Nancy and for Jenny?
Said Simple Simon to the pieman,
'Indeed I know not any.'
'I've counted the miles to Babylon,
I've flown the earth like a bird,
I've ridden cock-horse to Banbury Cross,
But no such song have I heard.'
'Some speak of Alexander,
And some of Hercules,
But where are there any like Nancy and Jenny,
Where are there any like these?'
poem by Robert Graves
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Old Jenny
The children taunt old Jenny they say you can't chew meat
And you must eat your porridge you don't have any teeth
They call her Gummy Jenny and then they run away
And when she yells 'you go to hell' it only makes their day.
But children will be children they still have much to learn
And the difference between fun and harassment they have yet to discern
By making Jenny angry such fun in that they see
And if she did not react to them perhaps they'd leave her be
She lives on retirement pension in need of every cent
It's a struggle for her just to survive to buy food and pay rent
One of the forgotten people one of the many who
Deserve better in their old age respect is overdue.
Condemned to suffer the jeers and taunts of every young blaghguard
For all of the Jenny's of this World life must be very hard
Some children have fun taunting her to cruelty they are blind
Though many are far more aware and are not so unkind.
Some children taunt old Jenny she shouts 'you go to hell'
And they run off on down the street and laugh loud as she yell
Condemned in her twilight years to suffer the ridicule
Of naughty little rascals who have only started school.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Jenny
(orbison)
Ken cook
Oh Im thinking tonight of my jenny
Who has gone far away now from me
Oh.Im thinking tonight of my jenny
And I wonder if she ever thinks of me?
Long ago we were strollin together
All the shores and the drive-ins we did see
Now she spends all her time with another
But I wonder if she ever thinks of me?
Oh Im thinking tonight of my jenny
Who has gone far away now from me
Oh.Im thinking tonight of my jenny
And I wonder if she ever thinks of me?
Oh Im thinking tonight of my jenny
Who has gone far away now from me
Oh.Im thinking tonight of my jenny
And I wonder if she ever thinks of me?
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Jellyman Kelly
Heres a song about jellyman kelly,
He loves jelly the most.
Ah, but most of all,
Jellyman kelly loves jelly on toast.
And heres the part about jenny mulhenny,
Shes a firemans daughter.
Yeah, but most of all,
Jenny mulhenny loves to boil hot water
Jenny put the kettle on, jellyman kelly,
Can he come home, jenny, can he come?
Jenny put the kettle on, jellyman kelly,
Can he come home, jenny, can he come?
Chorus:
Oh, can he come home, jenny,
Can he come home, jenny can he come?
Oh, can he come home, jenny
Can he come home, jenny, can he come?
Yada yada yada voo doo papa
Yodely doo
Da voody doo doo doo
Yaka yaka yaka yaka hum hon no
(repeat chorus)
Thats the story about jellyman kelly-he still loves jelly!
And yes and maybe someday you and me, friend,
We can have tea with him!
(repeat chorus)
song performed by by James Taylor
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Down This Road
(Michael Dulaney/Michael Lunn)
Down this road there's an old brick house
My mama cried the day that I moved out
And my first summer job was pumpin' gas and fixin' flats
But at Henry Walker's Texaco
Down this road, down this road
Down this road there's a maple tree
In a cotton field where Jenny first kissed me
And I can still remember the night she said good-bye
I stood there like a fool and watched her go
Down this road, down this road
And it goes on forever
And it goes by too fast
It'll take you anywhere you want to go
And every memory will bring you back
Down this road there's a small white church
Daddy lived his life by the preacher's word
He raised me right, I could always feel his love
Even when the angels called him home
Down this road
And it goes on forever
And it goes by too fast
It'll take you anywhere you want to go
And every memory will bring you back
Down this road
Down this road
Down this road
song performed by by Alabama
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