Modern Poetry Edition #74 {Grab Bag Numero Due}


Hello all:

Let us wrap up an edition of modern poetry.
Wow, this is an edition from July 2009, and it
was only a grab bag edition at that.

Back then, our president enjoyed a 54% approval
Rating, well below the approval rating for Whisky.
Votes came in slowly, but the votes that came in
the mostest were fer Whisky In The Jar. Well,
damn. Did that really take 4-5 months? I mean,
the rest of ‘em was running against Whisky. And
these are adults voting. Of course the Whisky won.

What’s next? Fifth grade edition of the Hooked On
Classics vs “I want candy?” C’mon man!

Come a Tie Yie Yippie, Tie Yie Yippie Yippie Yay.

Look for your next one and vote quickly when you
see it, if it pleazez you.

--Sean

Modern Poetry #74 {Grab Bag Numero Due}
[7/17/09]
It Hurts To Want It So Bad by Van Morrison
Send in the Clowns by Judy Collins
Gimme Some Money by Spinal Tap
Girl From Ipanema by Astrid Gilberto & Stan Getz
**Whiskey in the Jar (words and music traditional)

Hi there folks. Nice Seeing you again. The Modern
Poetry is Back -- Despite a Popular Lack Of Demand.
What would you say to a little Modern Poetry grab bag?

It's time for Modern Poetry #74 {Grab Bag Numero Due}
That's pronounced Grab Bag Nooomer-oh Doo-ay.
It's Italian!

You know we haven't had a MP Grab Bag since June '04!!
Don't believe me? Look it up  (just go here: http://www.macdart.com/mp/mp_010.htm)
That one was won by James Marshall Hendrix (born Johnny
Allen Hendrix) with Little Wing, as worthy an honoree
as we have ever had.

So in the spirit of the Grab Bag, I've assembled quite
a little group here.

Close readers of the MP will note this is the first
MP edition since your humble narrator got married.
Some have mentioned that a rarely seen maturity has
taken hold in the chief editor, perhaps due to this
life-changing event. Doubtful seeing as I am still
putting up Spinal Tap for poetry awards, but I am
digressinating.

Anyway on to the choice selections:

A very obscure Van poem (not on any albums, only
performed once in concert, yep I got the bootleg)
and a simple beauty at that. I can normally keep
my salty language to a minimum in these esteemed
MP publications, but I have to say it: "this poem
is fLIcking charming!

Send In The Clowns, as simple as it could be, and as
complex as it needed to be.

Nowhere in Shakespeare or Yeats is the phrase "Gimme
Some Money." Nor the query, " Do I have to come
right flat out and tell you everything?"

The Girl From Ipanema is perhaps a bit too simple but
you are allowed to hum the poetic jazz accompaniment
while you read it. Ahhhh much better now.

The fifth one is called "Whiskey In The Jar." Enough said.

Musha ring dumma do damma da,
Vote 'em if you got 'em. 
Enjoy the weekend everyone.

--Sean




It Hurts To Want It So Bad by Van Morrison
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It's a lot like bein' little, and wantin' a brand new toy.
It's a lot like bein' little, and wantin' a baby boy
   to call brother,
and it hurts when you want it so bad.

It's a lot like bein' a young boy, who cannot make the team.
It's a lot like bein' a young girl, who cannot help but dream
   of her best friend's brother
and it hurts when you want it so bad.

When it's love you've had and lost,
if that's the worst hurt that you've ever had,
waiting for a new love to come along,
and maybe, baby, it's just as bad.

It's a lot like bein' a man, when you've no one to call your own,
and it's a lot like bein' a woman, when you want to make a home
   and be a mother,
and it hurts when you want it so bad.

Hey, yeah.

When it's love you've had and lost,
if that's the worst hurt that you've ever had,
waiting, waiting for a new love to come along,
it may be, baby, may be just as bad, Lord.

It's a lot like bein' a man, when you've no one to call your own,
and it's a lot like bein' a woman, when you want to make a home
   and be a mother,
and it hurts when you want it so bad.

When ya want it, want it so bad.
When ya, when ya, when ya, when ya, when ya, when ya,
when ya' want it.

Whenya whenya whenya whenya whenya whenya whenya whenya whenya whenya whenya whenya,
Whenya whenya whenya whenya whenya whenya whenya whenya whenya whenya whenya whenya,
Whenya whenya whenya…
when ya want it so bad

Send in the Clowns by Judy Collins
==========================================================================
Isn't it rich? Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground, You in mid-air.
Send in the clowns.

Isn't it bliss? Don't you approve?
One who keeps tearing around, One who can't move.
Where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns.

Just when I'd stopped opening doors,
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours,
Making my entrance again with my usual flair,
Sure of my lines, No one is there.

Don't you love farce? My fault I fear.
I thought that you'd want what I want. Sorry, my dear.
But where are the clowns?
Quick, send in the clowns.
Don't bother, they're here.

Isn't it rich? Isn't it queer,
Losing my timing this late, In my career?
And where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns.
Well, maybe next year.


Gimme Some Money by Spinal Tap
==========================================================================
Stop wasting my time
You know what I want
You know what I need
Or maybe you don't

Do I have to come right flat out and tell you everything?
Gimme some money, gimme some money

I'm nobody's fool
I'm nobody's clown
I'm treating you cool
I'm putting you down

But baby I don't intend to leave empty handed
Gimme some money, gimme some money
Oh yeah! Go Nigel, Go!

Gimme some money, gimme some money
Gimme some money, gimme some money

Don't get me wrong (Gimme some money, gimme some money)
Try getting me right (Gimme some money, gimme some money)
Your face is OK
But your purse is too tight (Gimme some money, gimme some money)
I'm looking for pound notes, loose change, bad checks, anything
Gimme some money, gimme some money

Gimme some money, gimme some money
Gimme some money, gimme some money
Gimme some money, gimme some money
Gimme some money, gimme some money
Gimme some money, gimme some money

Girl From Ipanema by Astrud Gilberto & Stan Getz
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Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, each one she passes goes - ah

When she walks, she's like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gentle
That when she passes, each one she passes goes - ooh

(Ooh) But I watch her so sadly
How can I tell her I love her
Yes I would give my heart gladly
But each day, when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead, not at me

Tall, (and) tan, (and) young, (and) lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, I smile - but she doesn't see (doesn't see)
(She just doesn't see, she never sees me...)

Whiskey in the Jar (words and music traditional)
==========================================================================
As I was going over the far famed Kerry mountains
I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting.
I first produced my pistol, and then produced my rapier.
Said stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver,

musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy 'ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there's whiskey in the jar

I counted out his money, and it made a pretty penny.
I put it in my pocket and I took it home to Jenny.
She said and she swore, that she never would deceive me,
but the devil take the women, for they never can be easy

I went into my chamber, all for to take a slumber,
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder.
But Jenny took my charges and she filled them up with water,
Then sent for captain Farrel to be ready for the slaughter.

It was early in the morning, as I rose up for travel,
The guards were all around me and likewise captain Farrel.
I first produced my pistol, for she stole away my rapier,
But I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken.

If anyone can aid me, it's my brother in the army,
If I can find his station down in Cork or in Killarney.
And if he'll come and save me, we'll go roving near Kilkenny,
And I swear he'll treat me better than me darling sportling Jenny

Now some men take delight in the drinking and the roving,
But others take delight in the gambling and the smoking.
But I take delight in the juice of the barley,
And courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early