Tommy Carty The Musician
Tommy Carty the musician a marvel of guitar
From his Homecity of Dublin he is living far
In South West Victoria in the City Of Warrnambool
One honoured as a Legend of the Koroit Lake School.
Not into self promotion of such he seems shy
But true talent of him one could never deny
His music says more of him than words can say
One of the best living guitarists of today.
In a Human World of self promotion and so much self conceit
One as humble as he is such a pleasure to meet
Yet when it comes to playing of guitar few with him to compare
The Tommy Cartys of this World to say the least rare.
Amongst the musicians of South West Victoria one famed and well known
One might say of him in a class of his own
So self effacing and down to earth in his own humble way
The masterful guitarist he just loves to play.
In South West Victoria a legendary name
Yet his is far greater than a local fame
The high standard of guitar playing he sets for himself he does attain
And Dublin's loss is surely Warrnambool's gain.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Warrnambool City
In the coastal City known as Warrnambool
In the Winter you can swim in the heated swimming pool
And in Summer there's surfing and swimming and other good fun
As well as sunbathing in the lamp of the sun
Some beautiful beaches by the big coastal Town
But it is not for such Warrnambool knows of renown
But for it's friendly people on every street
Happy and smiling faces you are bound to meet
The population of Warrnambool in numbers has grown
And as a multicultural Rural City it is now well known
The Capital of south west Victoria Warrnambool by the sea
A welcoming Town for many a refugee
In it's parks and beaches Nature's beauty to behold
In a great City to live in for the young and the old.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Victoria
Long ago life was clean
Sex was bad and obscene
And the rich were so mean
Stately homes for the lords
Croquet lawns, village greens
Victoria was my queen
Victoria, victoria, victoria, toria
I was born, lucky me
In a land that I love
Though I am poor, I am free
When I grow I shall fight
For this land I shall die
Let her sun never set
Victoria, victoria, victoria, toria
Victoria, victoria, victoria, toria
Land of hope and gloria
Land of my victoria
Land of hope and gloria
Land of my victoria
Victoria, toria
Victoria, victoria, victoria, toria
Canada to india
Australia to cornwall
Singapore to hong kong
From the west to the east
From the rich to the poor
Victoria loved them all
Victoria, victoria, victoria, toria
Victoria, victoria, victoria
song performed by by Kinks
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Going Back West
I was born and raised in the ghetto
Talk with me and youll know
I wasnt satisfied, with living on the side
I started looking around, for a possibility
Listen to my story, of what became of me
I met a businessman
Who said he had some friends back east
So why dont you come along
Well we can help you at least
Well make you into a big star
By playing your guitar
But the joke was on me
They left me flat to see
Going back west
Yes I know Ill make out alright
Going back west
Where my musics playing all night
Going back west (going back west)
I think Ill do alright
Going back west
Yes I know Ill make out alright
Going back west
Where my musics playing all night
Going back west (going back west)
I think Ill do alright
Struggling for recognition, identity and respect
I got a lot of promises
They told me not to fret
So we will stand by you
If the going gets rough
But when I started thinking
They didnt even bluff
bout a year has come and gone
And left me standing here
Thinking how it could have been
For still I aint nowhere
They surely took me for a ride
Trampled on my pride
But I hold my head up high
Got no more tears to cry
Going back west
Yes I know Ill make out alright
Going back west
Where my musics playing all night
Going back west (going back west)
I think Ill do alright
Going back west
Yes I know Ill make out alright
Going back west
Where my musics playing all night
Going back west (going back west)
I think Ill do alright
Going back west
Yes I know Ill make out alright
Going back west
Where my musics playing all night
song performed by by Boney M.
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Warrnambool In January
Tis warm in the full sun but in the shade tis cool
And the magpies and the mudlarks are singing in the City of Warrnambool
Their music in the Summer air where the cars buzz up and down
On Lava Street in the heart of the busy seaside Town.
A pleasant day in January a high of twenty nine degrees
And there is a nice sort of coolness in the freshening coastal breeze
And the magpies and the mudlarks pipe their distinctive melodies
Near where the traffic it is buzzing on the sunlit street trees.
In Warrnambool in January in the holiday time of year
The accents of different races in the shopping malls one does hear
Quite a nice City to visit if you are driving that way
So many people there do smile at you and bid you a good day.
An old rural City in Victoria in the coastal countryside
The famed City of Warrnambool it is known far and wide
The magpies they are fluting and the mudlarks sing pee wee
And the Summer sun is shining on the City by the sea.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Mid September In Warrnambool
An evening in September the weather dry though cool
And people out jogging, walking and cycling on the beach road at Warrnambool
And above the calm ocean in the west the sun going down
A mile or maybe even less from the famous sea-side Town
Of Warrnambool in Victoria it's beauty is well known
In size and population in a decade it has grown
As a major Victorian coastal City it has become known far and wide
And the people who live in the Bool in their Hometown take great pride.
On late Winter and early Spring off of Logan's beach the Southern Right whales come to breed
And to watch these marine giants with their huge babies is an amazing sight indeed
For Warrnambool a major tourist attraction and quite an amazing sight
To watch them breaching for air in the warm Spring sunlight.
Mid September in Warrnambool a lovely time of year
When in the coastal City one can sense Utopia near
The people are so friendly most of them say hello
A pleasant place to visit and a pleasant place to know.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Victoria
Turnin' over again
Here for another day
Still the thoughts of a dream
Fragments you can't escape
I won't let you down
Won't let you down
I won't let you down
Victoria (Victoria)
Let's take it from the start
Back to the beginning
Victoria (Victoria)
I can't breathe when we're apart
Without you there's nothing without you
Standin' out in the rain
Watchin' the traffic slow
As the light begins to fade
You're warmed by the city glow
I won't let you down
Won't let you down
I won't let you down
Victoria (Victoria)
Let's take it from the start
Back to the beginning
Victoria (Victoria)
I can't breathe when we're apart
Without you there's nothing without you
There's nothing (There's nothing)
Nothing
Turnin' over again
Here for another day
Victoria (Victoria)
Let's take it from the start
Back to the beginning
Victoria (Victoria)
I can't breathe when we're apart
Without you there's nothing without you
song performed by by Feeder
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My Sad Guitar (In Iraq)
When I play...my sad guitar,
With powered chords...of deep emotion.
I strum the strings...with such devotion,
When I play...my...sad...guitar.
When I play...my sad guitar,
In a bunker, built in the sand.
This war torn country, this desert land,
I miss playing...In a rock and roll band.
When I play...my...sad...guitar.
When I play...my sad guitar,
My memories play,
Deep in my mind,
I try to find-
Our... wedding... day!
When I play...my...sad...guitar.
When I play...my sad guitar,
I think of my Harley...My hot-rod car,
Wishing I was home,
With a beer in a bar.
When I play...my...sad...guitar.
poem by Philip Lore
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Victoria
Stripping flowers at pedal pace
Twirling blur of legs, legs and lace
Victoria, she loves her name
Running flushed our faces red
Daring her to kiss, to kiss my head
Victoria, she loves her name
Bathing in her innocence
Then drowned in her indifference
Victoria
I left her on her frozen route
I grew up while she, she grew out
Victoria, she loves her name
A social climb by offering love
til everyone was inside of
Victoria
Loves
Now my love wont make amends
You cut the cord on which your life depends
Victoria, she loves her name
Like cheating in a childrens game
Victory doesnt taste the same
Yet victoria, she loves her name
Victoria
Loves
song performed by by Verve Pipe
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Ungramatically, right..!
I have a guitar
It asks me questions...
Replies my doubts...
At times generate novel music...
Without me playing, very noble.!
Many a times I thought
To enter the inner of that...!
As I entered it....
To know its wonders...,
Wonders of its everything...
Kid I became...
For my guitar..! ,
Because of entering its inner beauty..
I was cared as inside of my mom!
And became sacred too...!
Because I dont know anything...
Other than my presence in its kling..!
I am not fully fit to describe about the guitar....
Guitar...my mom...!
Because its my world...my universe..!
To the people it may seem as I am creating music
From the inside and outside by tricks..!
But ultimately....
The guitar only has created me...!
I am the guitar's kid! !
Playing my little guytar
Playing my little guitar
A new song I start to write
The rhymes come so fast
In the space, the imagination fly
Playing my little guitar
The rhymes become funny to eyes
I start to wish something different
Becoming true the others lies
So the birds start to dance in the floor
And the fishes to fly in the sky
Everything is becoming funny
So, I forget my little guitar, why?
So let it go, let it invent
The world is so beautiful, you don't need to pretend
The tears become a smile
The hate becomes funny for a while
And everything becomes true the imagination
Playing my little guitar
Letting fly my little heart
To something that always you can keep.
poem by Ianne de Angel
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Be Brave And Be Strong
Be brave and be strong!
For life is like that at times;
And it had continued till this day.
Life is like a dragon engraved with a woman at times,
But a servant is not greater than his ruler!
And like the white pig and the black mony,
But many are those still living for survival at Lake Victoria.
You have a ship but you don't have a fish to eat,
And like Nero who became the Fourth Emperor of Rome;
But be bery brave and very strong in this world always,
For the wind blows to where it wants to.
Wonderful words,
Wonderful world,
Wonderful love,
Wonderful art,
Wonderful act,
Wonderful minds;
You have a farm but you don't have food to eat,
And like many living for survival at Lake Victoria! !
But a servant is not greater than his ruler.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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West End Girls
(....forever)
Sometimes youre better off dead
Theres gun in your hand and its pointing at your head
You think youre mad, too unstable
Kicking in chairs and knocking down tables
In a restaurant in a west end town
Call the police, theres a madman around
Running down underground to a dive bar
In a west end town
In a west end town, a dead end world
The east end boys and west end girls
In a west end town, a dead end world
The east end boys and west end girls
West end girls
Too many shadows, whispering voices
Faces on posters, too many choices
If, when, why, what?
How much have you got?
Have you got it, do you get it, if so, how often?
And which do you choose, a hard or soft option?
(how much do you need? )
In a west end town, a dead end world
The east end boys and west end girls
In a west end town, a dead end world
The east end boys and west end girls
West end girls
West end girls
(how much do you need? )
In a west end town, a dead end world
The east end boys and west end girls
Oooh west end town, a dead end world
East end boys, west end girls
West end girls
Youve got a heart of glass or a heart of stone
Just you wait till I get you home
Weve got no future, weve got no past
Here today, built to last
In every city, in every nation
From lake geneva to the finland station
(how far have you been? )
In a west end town, a dead end world
The east end boys and west end girls
A west end town, a dead end world
East end boys, west end girls
West end girls
West end girls
West end girls
(how far have you been? )
Girls
East end boys
And west end girls
And west end girls
And west end girls
East end boys
The west end girls
The west end boys
And west end girls
The west end girls
The west end boys
The west end girls
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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Grandma Dynamite
When I was a little boy growing up
In the South, South Bronx is where I played
And there were bullets flying everyday
And if I didn't duck, I might've got caught
Well, my grandmother said
Daddy's at work
Mommy's there too
And if you don't get your butt over to music class
You'll be through
he said
I bought you that guitar
Boy you better play it
Get you out the ghetto
Learn rhythm and solos
Be the best that you can
Rock the house in 4/4
Claim your name to fame and
Get off the street right now!
My grandma is dynamite
Tought me everything
I need to know - about life
D-Y-N-O GRANDMA
song performed by by 24-7 Spyz
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I'd Love To Live In Warrnambool
I'd love to live in Warrnambool down by the Lady Bay
I would walk to the nearby beach in Summer every day
And walk along the shallows saltwater to my knees
And feel the coolness of the waves in the freshening ocean breeze
I'd like to live in Warrnambool at least of such I dream
But dreams seldom ever come true at least that's how 'twould seem
Old Warrnambool is a special place with a charm of it's own
As a beautiful Victorian Rural City it has become well known
Where the white waves of the Pacific by the breakwater roll
The rural City of Warrnambool is a City with a soul
Most of the people there are friendly they smile and say hello
With every visit to Warrnambool my love for the place does grow
I'd love to live in Warrnambool the City by the sea
And though there is no harm in wishing that well may never be.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Great-Great Uncle Tchaikovsky's DNA
He walks so handsome, tall and lean,
Nothing grander have I seen,
In my son, this child of mine,
Harmonious mirth to ever shine,
A voice so deep and humble still,
He grabs the room despite his will,
Long fingers on a manly hand,
Commanding presence where he stands,
True and gentle when not showing,
The humble heart within him glowing,
The gift of music springs from him,
Not knowing the penchant he holds within,
Tchaikovsky blood in his DNA,
The crowds will want to hear him play,
Through his fingers to his guitar,
From morning glory and moonlit star,
To hear him play brings mortal bliss,
A mother's heart just can't resist.
poem by Victoria Gauci
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4. Blow me down
The North wind blew on Monday
As the East wind got the flu
The West wind blew on Tuesday
As the South wind never knew
The North East wind had Wednesday
As the South West wasn’t chuffed
The North West blew on Thursday
As the South East hardly puffed
The East and West blew Friday
As the others had a rest
The North and South blew Saturday
As the weekends were the best
The lot of them had Sunday
As the winds turned into storm
The whole of them had Monday off
As the week got back to norm
poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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Strumming the Guitar
When reflecting upon
Nostalgic times,
The guitar brings
Memories to mind.
Open-air concerts
Beneath starry skies
Brought lots of fun
To so many lives.
Embracing the moments
Of the day,
The guitarists faithfully
Strummed away.
Folks savored the tune
Of the joyful sounds—
Enjoying one another
E’er the world went round.
Music is spirited
And carefree.
And strumming the guitar
Does it for me.
©
**Footnote: For the guitarist.
poem by Walterrean Salley
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No Southern Right Whales
No southern right whales at Warrnambool last year
Due to oil exploration near Logan's Beach we hear
For to give birth the females went elsewhere
At Logan's Beach for them too noisy there.
Whether or not they do return next Spring
To Warrnambool when the nesting birds do sing
Or will they swim by Warrnambool and not decide to stay
Time can only tell as some are known to say.
For to give birth they need a quiet place
For to insure the survival of their dwindling race
Where they and their young can stay for a month or more
Where human beings for oil do not explore.
Will southern right whales give birth at Warrnambool again
Or will Warrnambool's loss be another coastal town's gain?
Breaching whale mothers and their calves an amazing sight to see
And of such I retain the memory.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Victoria
Victoria, victoria I could love you for a hundred years
And still want more of ya!
Its been a long time now since high school days
But when Im with you, darling you still amaze me
No one could ever come before ya
God knows how much I still adore ya
My victoria, victoria, I could love you for a hundred years
And still want more of ya!
Hey little girl when we first met
I was shaking so hard you really made me sweat
You opened up my eyes and showed me
You took me by surprise and floored me
We walked to school together
Just a boy and a girl
We talked through all kinds of weather
About giving our love a whirl
Do you remember at the high school dance
When the beach boys sang about good vibrations
My victoria, victoria, I could love you for a hundred years
And still want more of ya!
We walked to school together
Just a boy and a girl
We talked through all kinds of weather
About giving our love a whirl
We were cruisin the strip every friday night
Headin for the beach in a two tone torc flight
First time I turned and saw you
God only knows I love you
Never anyone before you
Dont you know I still adore you
My victoria, victoria ...........chorus to fade
(sweet)
(copyright 1980 garthward limited)
song performed by by Nazareth
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I think the way I play the guitar is very percussive. I play a lot of rhythm chops as though I were playing congas or something.
quote by Tommy Bolin
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