The kids keep me up to date on current top-100 music, so I don’t go all niche-y. I did think it was odd that a band would write a song about being shocked by an electric eel.
That’s a Moray.
Talking of niche, I’m off to see the Laughing Clowns tonight at the Forum.
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me too! Will keep an eye out for you tonight 🙂
Me three. What is an electric feel anyway? Sounds painful.
Sorry to miss you Outspoken and Mindy. I might not have if I’d known to look out for you. (Well, I know what Outspoken looks like but not Mindy!) Nabakov was going but I didn’t spot him either.
I DID see many many people from long ago. Lots of the people who used to go to see and/or play support to the Laughing Clowns were there. It was like an old skool reunion.
I think these are the lyrics to “it’s a Moray” that I heard played on Radio Marinara (RRR.org.au)
There’s a thing on the reef, with big shiny white teeth – it’s a Moray
If he’s big and he’s mean, and he’s slimy and green – it’s a Moray
Put your hand in the crack and you won’t get it back – It’s a Moray
When you’re movin’ your hands, best take care where they land – Watch for Morays
When some teeth catch your eye. and an eel wriggles by – It’s a Moray
when something, bites your fin, and throws off your trim – It’s a Moray
Keep your fingers in tight and you won’t have a fright – It’s a Moray
When you’re moving by feel and then up pops the eel – It’s a Moray
When an eel bites your thigh, as you’re just swimming by – It’s a Moray
When you scream, and you beg, but it still bites your leg – It’s a Moray
Watch you don’t get a shark, When you search, after dark – for amore
When you’re out of your depth, and you run short of breath – that’s amore air
When he’s fanning his gills, Better head for the hills – It’s a Moray
when your light, in the night, gets swallowed out of sight, – It’s a Moray
When your horse munches straw, And the bales total four – That’s some more hay.
When you’re down and it’s dark, Over there – that a shark?, No – It’s a Moray
When you ace your last test, Like you did all the rest – That’s some more “A”s!
When your boat comes home fine, And you tie up her line – That’s a moor, eh?
When you’ve had quite enough, Of this daft rhyming stuff, that’s “no more!”, eh?
I guess now’s not the time to share what songs popped up on my iPod whilst running this morning:
* I’m a believer – the Monkees
* Two for the price of one – ABBA
* Gloria’s eyes – Bruce Springsteen
* C’est plane por moi – Plastic Bertrand
C’est plane por moi is one of Exploding Boy’s favourites.
…and it’s FANTASTIC to run like the clappers to
…and it’s FANTASTIC to run like the clappers to
The pedant in me must point out that it’s actually “Ca plein pour moi” -in case anyone wants to translate it.