SEEKING
Band to Join, Vocalist, Vocalist - Bass, Vocalist - Baritone, Vocalist - Tenor, Vocalist - Soprano, Rhythm Guitar, Acoustic Guitar, Bass Guitar, Drums, Other Percussion, Violin, Background Singer, Harmonica, Banjo, Mandolin, Fiddle, Dobro, Vocalist - Alto, Steel guitar, Upright bass, Accordion, Ukulele.ABOUT
Looking for people in Tooting, London SW17, interested in getting together to play a bit of pre-war american folk, country, gospel or blues
- Screen name:
- paul352461
- Member since:
- Sep 15 2018
- Active within 1 month
- Level of commitment:
- Just for Fun
- Years playing music:
- 25
- Gigs played:
- 10 to 50
- Tend to practice:
- 1 time per week
- Most available:
- Nights
Influences
Dubliners, Carter Family, Assorted Crackly Old Records...
Instrument experience:
- Banjo:
- Advanced
- Vocalist:
- Moderate
- Acoustic Guitar:
- Moderate
- Bass Guitar:
- Moderate
- Background Singer:
- Moderate
- Harmonica:
- Moderate
- Fiddle:
- Moderate
- Ukulele:
- Moderate
MUSIC
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The Dying Soldier
The Dying SoldierBased on Buell Kazee's version of the American civil war ballad written by the Rev L J Simpson on learning of the death of his brother at the battle of Fort Donelson.
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What's The Life Of A Man
What's The Life Of A ManTaken from Keith Kendrick's melding of the lyrics of the old English folk song to the tune of "Lord Of All Hopefulness, Lord Of All Joy"/"Be Now My Vision"... which is really the old irish folk tune "Slane"...
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Mother's Prayers
Mother's PrayersA bit of southern gospel based on the beautiful original by E C Ball.
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Little Bessie
Little BessieNineteenth century epic about a dying child's vision of Jesus... Hold me close, closer, dear mother, Put your arms around me tight, For I am cold and tired dear mother, And I feel so strange tonight. Something hurts me here dear mother, Like a stone upon my breast, Oh I wonder, mother, wonder, Why it is I cannot rest. All the day while you were working, As I lay upon my bed, I was trying to be patient, And to think of what you said. How the king, dear blessed jesus, Loves his lambs to watch and keep, Oh, I wish he would come and take me, In his arms that I might sleep. Just before the lamps were lighted, Just before the children came, While the room was very quiet, I heard someone call my name. All at once a window opened, On a field of lambs and sheep, Some down by a brook were drinking, Some were lying down asleep. In a moment I was looking, On a world so bright and fair, Which was filled with little children, And they seemed so happy there. Still I could not see the savior, Tho' I strained my eyes to see, And I wondered if he saw me, Would he speak to such as me. Suddenly I saw somebody,, Who so brightly on me smiled, And I knew it must be jesus, When he said, "come here my child". "come up here my little bessie, Come up here and live with me, Where little children never suffer, Never suffer through eternity". In the solemn hour of midnight, In the darkness calm, and deep, Lying on her mother's bosom, Little bessie fell asleep.
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I Wish They'd Do It Now
I Wish They'd Do It NowA touching lament on unrequited love... sort of. I first heard this song in the version byJohn Roberts and Tony Barrand, which made it sound as though it might have geordie origins, so I was surprised to read elsewhere that it is apparently an American Pseudo-Irish minstrel show song"....
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Go To Sea No More
Go To Sea No MoreNineteenth (?) century song of the sea in the style of the immortal Dubliners...
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Captain Kelly's Kitchen
Captain Kelly's KitchenThe course of true love never runs smooth... Apparently my Granddad, who died long before I was born, used to sing this, presumably having picked it up from Delia Murphy's 1940 recording...
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Babylon Is Fallen
Babylon Is FallenAccording to some this song dates from the era of the English Civil War, and it's certainly got that sort of vibe, but on the other had there doesn't seem to be any written evidence of it before the beginning of the early 19th century... Anyway, I got it from the Roberts and Barrand Album: "Spencer the Rover Is Alive and Well and Living in Ithaca", so thought I'd have a stab at their harmonies...
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Sam Hall
Sam HallAn old English folk song about a bitterly unrepentant criminal condemned to death. Prior to the mid-19th century it was called “Jack Hall”, after an infamous English thief, who was hanged in 1707 at Tyburn. Jack Hall’s parents sold him as a climbing boy for one guinea...
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Old Maid In A Garrett
Old Maid In A GarrettApparently a variant of a 17th century ballad by Martin Parker of London, The Wooing Maid. I first heard it being sung by the massed ranks of my elderly irish aunts to my then girlfriend, now wife...
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Where We'll Never Grow Old
Where We'll Never Grow Old... written by James C Moore in 1914. Recorded by Alfred G Karnes in 1927 on the harp-guitar...
