Pub with No Beer lives here

[Phil Allison]

"Arfa fuckwit Daily is a lying pile of shit "

Bit of a long shot, but I don't suppose anyone on here has got a scrap one
of these languishing up a corner in their cellar or wherever ? Owner of a
shop that I do a lot of work for has been given one of these lovely old
units, but the VFD is busted. Other than that, it all seems to work just
fine. It's an NEC 16 character 'starburst' type. Seems its actual number
is FIP16A5. There are references on the 'net, but no one stocking such an
item even as NOS. Anyone help ?

** But there's-a nothing so lonesome, morbid or drear....

than some fucking pile of FAULTY digital shit that is over 20 years old.

Get real - you stupid, pommy fuckhead.


( all apologies to Slim Dusty )



..... Phil

 

[Dave Plowman (News)]

In article <8okpptF7gdU1@mid.individual.net>,
Phil Allison <phil_a@tpg.com.au> wrote:

( all apologies to Slim Dusty )

Be more to the point if you apologised to everyone here and elsewhere for
your behaviour which is more akin to a petulant 5 year old.

--
*A snooze button is a poor substitute for no alarm clock at all *

Dave Plowman dave@davenoise.co.uk London SW
To e-mail, change noise into sound.

 

[William Sommerwerck]

all apologies to Slim Dusty

Who's Slim Dusty? Any relation to Norm Peterson?

 

[Jeffrey Angus]

On 1/6/2011 5:56 AM, William Sommerwerck wrote:

all apologies to Slim Dusty

Who's Slim Dusty? Any relation to Norm Peterson?

Geeze William. Sometimes you frighten me.

David Gordon "Slim Dusty" Kirkpatrick AO, MBE (13 June
1927—19 September 2003) was an Australian country music
singer-songwriter. He was the first Australian to have
a No. 1 Hit song (Pub With No Beer). He received an
unequaled 37 Golden Guitar and two ARIA awards and was
inducted into the ARIA Hall of Fame and the Country Music
Roll of Renown. At the time of his death at the age of
76, Dusty had been working on his 106th album for EMI
Records. In 2007 his domestic record sales in Australia
surpassed seven million.



Oh it's-a lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night we'll hear the wild dingoes call
But there's-a nothing so lonesome, morbid or drear
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer

Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come
And there's a far away look on the face of the bum
The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's acting queer
Oh what a terrible place is a pub with no beer

Then the stockman rides up with his dry dusty throat
He breasts up to the bar and pulls a wad from his coat
But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer
As the barman says sadly the pub's got no beer

Then the swaggie comes in smothered in dust and flies
He throws down his roll and rubs the sweat from his eyes
But when he is told, he says what's this I hear
I've trudged fifty flamin' miles to a pub with no beer

Now there's a dog on the v'randa, for his master he waits
But the boss is inside drinking wine with his mates
He hurries for cover and he cringes in fear
It's no place for a dog 'round a pub with no beer

And old Billy the blacksmith, the first time in his life
Why he's gone home cold sober to his darling wife
He walks in the kitchen, she says you're early Bill dear
But then he breaks down and tells her the pub's got no beer

Oh it's hard to believe that there's customers still
But the money's still tinkling in the old ancient till
The wine buffs are happy and I know they're sincere
When they say they don't care if the pub's got no beer

So it's-a lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night we'll hear the wild dingoes call
But there's-a nothing so lonesome, morbid or drear
Than to stand in the bar of that pub with-a no beer

 

[Brenda Ann]

"Jeffrey Angus" wrote in message
news:4d25b4e1$0$5565$bbae4d71@news.suddenlink.net...

On 1/6/2011 5:56 AM, William Sommerwerck wrote:

all apologies to Slim Dusty

Who's Slim Dusty? Any relation to Norm Peterson?

Geeze William. Sometimes you frighten me.

David Gordon "Slim Dusty" Kirkpatrick AO, MBE (13 June
1927—19 September 2003) was an Australian country music
singer-songwriter. He was the first Australian to have
a No. 1 Hit song (Pub With No Beer). He received an
unequaled 37 Golden Guitar and two ARIA awards and was
inducted into the ARIA Hall of Fame and the Country Music
Roll of Renown. At the time of his death at the age of
76, Dusty had been working on his 106th album for EMI
Records. In 2007 his domestic record sales in Australia
surpassed seven million.


--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I've a few Slim Dusty tracks on my playlist. My favorite is this one:

(I can't vouch for the accuracy of these lyrics, they don't sound exactly
like the track, but are the only ones I can find on the net.)

Don't tell me the Banjo's dead, oh, yes I've heard the tale,
That Banjo isn't dead at all, he's caught the western mail,
He has a lot of friends, you know, among the western men,
He wants to look into their eyes, and grip their hands again.

He wants to spend some quiet nights beneath the western stars,
And hear the evening wind again, among the green galahs
So if you tell me Banjo's dead, just say that it's a lie,
He comes from where they breed 'em tough, and Banjo will not die.

They say that Clancy sent him word, he's at the Overflow,
But many more old mates of his, who knew him long ago,
there's a man from Snow River, from Kosciusko side,
Who brought the wild mob in alone, and showed them how to ride.

He's got his mountain pony too, as tough and wirey yet,
As when he chased the brumby mob, the colt from Old Regret.
Another chap, now what's his name, oh, he comes from Ironbark,
He thought the barber cut his throat, and he didn't cop that lark.

All these old mates of his are there, with others on the way,
An' when he got a call from them, how the hell could Banjo stay,
there's Gundagai an' Salt Bush Bill, a rough and rugged pair,
I bet there'll be some fun you know, when Banjo meets them there.

Old trooper Scott is comin' too, to represent the force,
And Andy Reagan or his ghost on Father Riley's horse,
They're makin' for the Overflow, an' when they all arrive,
you'll see that Banjo isn't dead mate, he's very much alive.

They'll hold a racing match of course, you bet yur life they will,
And there'll be fun with Gundagai and tough old Salt Bush Bill,
Old Parden will be hard to beat, they say he knows the track,
But Swagman Claps will run in close, With Ryan on his back,

And near at hand old Rio Grand is sure to make a claim,
But bold McPherson ridin’ hard, a horseman grim and game,
I see them racing neck an' neck and as they near the post,
Old Fawkin Bella hits the front with Reagan or his ghost.

Old Fawkin Bella hits the front and as they pass the judge,
A yell goes up from uncle Greg, the poor old station grudge
Who with the boy strapped on his back, through swirling floods and foam,
Swam bravely through the pitch black night, to bring the youngster home.

Old Mongrel Grey has beat 'em all, and honest horse and true,
But Clancy glad to see when and so is Banjo too.
Then glasses clink and healths are drunk and many a tale is told,
Of roving days and droving days that never will grow old.

Yes the seasons come, the seasons go and little here abides,
But good old Banjo will not die as long as Clancy Rides,
As long as bushmen love a horse, the wild swan swim on by,
As long as there's a Southern Cross, the Banjo will not die.

So send the joyous news abroad thru Huttons shearing shed,
And tell the bushmen not to grieve, that Banjo is not dead.
Yes tell the bushman not to grieve, for Banjo is not dead.

 

[Phil Allison]

"Jeffrey Angus"
William Sommerwerck wrote:

all apologies to Slim Dusty

Who's Slim Dusty? Any relation to Norm Peterson?



Geeze William. Sometimes you frighten me.

David Gordon "Slim Dusty" Kirkpatrick AO, MBE (13 June
1927—19 September 2003) was an Australian country music
singer-songwriter. He was the first Australian to have
a No. 1 Hit song (Pub With No Beer). He received an
unequaled 37 Golden Guitar and two ARIA awards and was
inducted into the ARIA Hall of Fame and the Country Music
Roll of Renown. At the time of his death at the age of
76, Dusty had been working on his 106th album for EMI
Records. In 2007 his domestic record sales in Australia
surpassed seven million.



Oh it's-a lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night we'll hear the wild dingoes call
But there's-a nothing so lonesome, morbid or drear
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer

Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come
And there's a far away look on the face of the bum
The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's acting queer
Oh what a terrible place is a pub with no beer

Then the stockman rides up with his dry dusty throat
He breasts up to the bar and pulls a wad from his coat
But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer
As the barman says sadly the pub's got no beer

Then the swaggie comes in smothered in dust and flies
He throws down his roll and rubs the sweat from his eyes
But when he is told, he says what's this I hear
I've trudged fifty flamin' miles to a pub with no beer

Now there's a dog on the v'randa, for his master he waits
But the boss is inside drinking wine with his mates
He hurries for cover and he cringes in fear
It's no place for a dog 'round a pub with no beer

And old Billy the blacksmith, the first time in his life
Why he's gone home cold sober to his darling wife
He walks in the kitchen, she says you're early Bill dear
But then he breaks down and tells her the pub's got no beer

Oh it's hard to believe that there's customers still
But the money's still tinkling in the old ancient till
The wine buffs are happy and I know they're sincere
When they say they don't care if the pub's got no beer

So it's-a lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night we'll hear the wild dingoes call
But there's-a nothing so lonesome, morbid or drear
Than to stand in the bar of that pub with-a no beer

** Thanks for that.

I wonderd how long it would take for anyone here to get the joke.




..... Phil