Victims Of Noah
PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------# Date: Fri, 13 Dec 1996 11:35:16 GMT From: Dat Woodhouse Subject: LYR: Six Ribbons - Victims of Noah On 2 Dec 1996 "Vidar Lervaag" was kind enough to post chords and lyrics for Jon English's lovely ballad "Six Ribbons": Chords: Em - D - C7M - Bm??? Em - Bm - Em - D Em (Err, I remember reading somewhere what a "H" chord was....a "B" maybe? Could someone please advise.) Anyway, here's a local Brisband's version with slightly more interesting lyrics. If you're offended by the word "fuckin" it would probably be best if you went back to your Dr. Seus book for a little while. ------- "Six Ribbons" lyrics by The Victims of Noah Originally by Jon English Verse 1 (same as original): If I were a minstrel, I'd sing you six love songs to tell the whole world of the love that we shared If I were a merchant, I'd bring you six diamonds With six blood red roses, for my love to share But I am a simple man, a poor common farmer So take these six ribbons, to tie back your hair (break) Verse 2: If I was a terrorist, I'd hijack six airplanes (sp) And blow-up an embassy for the cause that we shared If I was a paedophile, I'd kidnap six children Abuse and mistreat them, to show that I care But I am a simpleton, a drought stricken farmer So don't waste my water washing your hair Toor-a-lee, toor-a-lie, all I can share Is six fuckin' ribbons to show that I care (break) Verse 3: If I was a junkie, I'd score you six grams to bang up your arms with the needle we share If I was a Satanist, I'd slay you six virgins And fondle their entrails for a Satanic prayer But I am a simpleton, a drought stricken farmer So don't waste my water washing your hair Toor-a-lee, toor-a-lie, all I can share Is six fuckin' ribbons to tie back your hair. (break) Verse 4: If I were a Dean Brother, I'd get in my dozer And demolish six buildings to show that I cared If I were a pollie from the National Party I'd bring you six cash kits in brown paper bags But I am a simpleton, a drought stricken farmer So don't waste my water washing your hair Toor-a-lee, toor-a-lie, all I can share Is six fuckin' ribbons to tie back your hair But I am a simpleton, a drought stricken farmer So don't waste my water washing your hair Toor-a-lee, toor-a-lie, all I can share ("Oogidy, boogidy" sung as backing to "Tooe-a-lee/lie") Is six fuckin' ribbons to tie back your hair ------ To put things in perspective for non-Queenslanders regarding verse 4:- The National Party (aka the Country Party), lead by Joh ("don't you worry about that") Bjelkie Petersen, ran this sunny state for thirty-odd years with a variety of strange policies such as: a gathering of three people or more constituted a protest meeting/march which of course wasn't permitted, although the Queensland (read National Party's jackbooted bedfellows) Police's use of batons and violence to disperse and capture persons involved in any peaceful 'gathering' was perfectly justified (yeah, right!); speaking to a gathering (of nil persons if necessary) in the Queen Street Mall was bound to have you arrested (can't quite fathom why this didn't apply to the gatherings of religious nuts spewing forth their beliefs just around the corner ?); having any involvement at all with a certain community radio station guaranteed your very own personal file with Special Branch....you get the picture. Fortunately, a large portion of this fair state's citizens (a majority wasn't required - look for gerrymander in the dictionary folks) eventually woke up to the corruption/infection/putridity that was the National Party and their not-so-independant law enforcement agency. (In all fairness, this sort of thing is bound to happen when any morally inept group is given carte- blanche for such a long time). The sad conclusion to this little tale is..........THEY'RE BAAAAACK !!! Oh yeah, the Dean Bros. are a Brisbane demolition firm which rose/sunk to notoriety towards the end of the National Party's reign of terror by tearing down buildings of significant heritage value (most notably the Bellvue Hotel) during the middle of the night.