Public Holiday
It’s Melbourne Cup Day, which is a public holiday in Melbourne, but I’m working today. Most others (except those in the service industry) are having a day off, so this is dedicated to those of us who have to work on a public holiday!
Public Holiday (to the tune of Cliff Richard’s “Summer Holiday”)
We’re all working on a public holiday
Everybody else is on a break
Stress and pressure on this public holiday
Enthusiasm that I can’t fake
I have a headache
We’re slogging through the workload slowly
Procrastinating is what we’ll do
Everybody else is relaxing
I want unwind too!
Not everybody has a public holiday
Doing things that they wanted to
I hate working on a public holiday
I want to have a breather too
Give me leave in lieu!
Remember, remember, Cup Day in November!
Today is Melbourne Cup Day AND Guy Fawkes Day/Night. Not very often do these dates intertwine, so in commemoration of these dates coinciding:
Remember, remember!
Cup Day in November
In Flemington the horses all trot
You will be a grinner
If you’ve picked a winner
Champagne you’ll drink a lot!
My little red dragon
Hello! It has been ages since I last posted. I still have lots of ideas running around in my noggin’ and the creative juices are still flowing, but just needed to take a break for a while.
Have been watching Game of Thrones and really getting into it and here’s something that popped into my head recently when listening to nursery rhymes. Enjoy!
Lyrics of a popular song updated with modern day sensibility:
Razing villages with my little red dragon
Burning up ye towns with my little red dragon
Soaring through the air goes my little red dragon
Having so much fun!
Bowling over knights with my little red dragon
Destroying castle walls with my little red dragon
No hero can kill my little red dragon
Try and you’ll get eaten!
A force of nature is my little red dragon
Wise and powerful is my little red dragon
Hoarding all the gold with my little red dragon
Dragonborn! Fus ro dah!
The End of the World?
It’s supposed to be the end of the world today, as the 5125 year-old Mayan calendar resets to 0.0.0.0. Why do I still feel so alive then?
The End of the World…inspiration for some altered lyrics methinks!
The End of the World? (to the tune of Skeeter Davis’ “The End of the World”)
Why does the sun go on shining?
Why do the tides ebb and flow?
Don’t they know it’s the end of the world
The Mayans predicted it so
Why do the birds go on singing?
To the fates we succumb
As foretold it’s the end of the world
And doomsday’s supposed to come
On 21st December Two Thousand Twelve
The Mayan calendar’s reset
The world’s s’posed to end
Armageddon descends
And life can’t go on as it does
Why do I feel so damn foolish?
Preaching a myth so untrue
It’s now past the day
Armageddon’s delayed
It feels like Y2K dejavu
Waking up is hard to do
Thank you to Amelia Hawkins for providing the inspiration of this song!
She had posted “Waking up is hard to do.” in a Facebook entry on Friday 12 October, which reminded me instantly of Neil Sedaka’s classic…and inspired some altered lyrics!
Waking Up Is Hard To Do (to the tune of Neil Sedaka’s “Breaking Up Is Hard To Do”)
Doo doo doo down dooby doo down down
Come-a come-a down dooby doo down down
Come-a come-a down dooby doo down down
Waking up is hard to do
Don’t take my pillow away from me
Leave my bed and I’m in misery
Without sleep then I’ll be blue
Coz waking up is hard to do
Remember when I said “Good Night”
And I hugged my pillow oh so tight
Recommend eight hours of snooze
Coz waking up is hard to do
They say that waking up is hard to do
Now I know, I know that it’s true
Don’t say that this is the end
Instead of waking up I wish that I would fall asleep again
I beg of you, just leave me be
Sleeping through doesn’t come easily
Come on, baby, it’s sleep in lieu
Coz waking up is hard to do
Monday’s child
Logical continuation of a nursery rhyme in the unpolitical correctness of today:
Monday’s child does social media
Tuesday’s child surfs Wikipedia
Wednesday’s child loves Justin Bieber
Thursday’s child has Gaga fever
Friday’s child is such a Gleek
Saturday’s child speaks fluent “street”
And the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is too young, but reading 50 Shades of Grey
Frere Jacques
Lyrics of a popular song updated with modern day sensibility:
Frere Jacques, frere Jacques
Pleurant-vous? Pleurant-vous?
Votre femme vous a quitte, votre femme vous a quitte
Comme un clochard, comme un clochard
Are you weeping, are you weeping
Brother John? Brother John?
Your wife has left you, your wife has left you
‘Coz you’re a bum, ‘coz you’re a bum
The return to “innocence”
Hi everyone! It’s been a while since I last posted anything new in this blog (a good eight months to be exact, but who’s counting eh?). Apart from being incredibly busy at work, I had a legitimate reason: the birth of my baby boy in February. I have been occupied at work, distracted by a lot of other things, and honestly, just didn’t have the motivation or inspiration to keep blogging on a regular or somewhat regular basis.
In the last couple of weeks though, as a result of having to listen to children’s songs and nursery rhymes over and over (and over and over…), I’m starting to be inspired to kickstart this blog again, though not on any sort of semi-regular basis. I’ll post whenever I come up with something, and that could be on a sporadic basis, but at the very least, it keeps this blog ALIVE!
I’ve always taken great joy in spoofing things and reading some of the stuff I have posted up before, I can’t believe what the hell was going on in my mind when I penned them, but it always puts a smile on my face when I read (or re-read) them. And I hope you, dear reader, get a little bit of joy when reading these random musings, altered lyrics and words of insanity.
Enjoy!
Being Australian
Happy Australia Day everybody! Here’s a reworking of Australia’s unofficial anthem, from the point of view from a non-Aussie who’s lived in Australia for the past 10 years:
Being Australian (to the tune of Banjo Patterson’s “Waltzing Matilda”)
Only in Au-stray-lia will you find a way of life
And culture defined as “being Aussie”
Mateship and having a go as the underdog
And lots of beaut blokes and sheilas to see!
Being Australian, Living in Australia
Driving in a ute or Volkswagon kombi
Make yourself a sanger, smeared with lots of vegemite
Culture we know that’s uniquely Aussie
Au-stray-lia is home to lots of unique expressions
Lingo and strange slang such as “No worries!”
From “G’day mate”, “Fair Dinkum”, and someone having a “Fair Go”
Come, “throw a shrimp on the barbie” with me!
Being Australia, Slang in Australia
“Strewth”, “Bloody Oath”; terms used by girls and boys
And the chant that identifies the Aussies standing in a crowd
“Aussie Aussie Aussie Oi Oi Oi!”
Music and arts and sport are all significant
To the Australian way of living
Akka Dakka, The Wiggles, Dame Edna and Steve Irwin,
Let’s all go watch the footy at the ‘G!
Being Australian, Culture in Australia
Bradman, Rod Laver, Phar Lap: sporting greats
Farnham, Cold Chisel and Kylie on the radio
Your turn to buy a pot of beer for your mates!
Only in Australia will you find exclusive wildlife
Fauna that’s indigenous to this land
Koalas and kangaroos and the oddly shaped platypus
Also snakes and spiders dangerous to man!
Being Australian, Living in Australia
Customs and laws that you have to obey
To protect the flora and fauna of this native land
Adhere to these rules if you want to stay!
Random Musings of a Geek 