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'... your Morris Thousand Traveller' blues. Contender for the worlds longest song title ever.
soul blues boogie comedy rock roll rnb old skool skiffle southern states
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Eclectic mix of old r`n b, old rock and roll, southern states gumbo & Baja California soul.
I am very old and very sad but still like to amuse myself with a little music. Most of the stuff I have on here is recorded at home in my little studio, although some of it will be live things done with either Blott, Chameleon or the Flabulous Kebab Brothers. First upload is my contender for the Guiness Book of World Records longest song title.
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World • World General
Charts
#6,862 today Peak #98
#2,676 in subgenre Peak #24
Author
Ivan Carling
Rights
1863
Uploaded
February 11, 2008
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MP3 3.9 MB • 128 kbps • 4:18
Story behind the song
Written on the back of an envelope in the transport cafe/railway carriage at Red Lodge in Freckenham in the early hours returning from a gig in London. No chihuahaus were hurt in the writin gof this song. Apologies for all the rude words in the introduction. I was very vulgar as a younger man.
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I was sitting drinking coffe with some friends of mine, feeling bad from drinking that V.P. wine, When suddenly an idea sneaked into my head. I got my Esso map and my sleeping bag, I went down to the old M1, Thought I`d bum me a ride up to London & have some fun. CHORUS: I got the take me down to London in your Morris Thousand Traveller blues, I got water in my pockets I got stones in both my shoes, I gotta sign on Tuesday, ain`t got time to lose. I wandered down to the access road, the rain it was raining, I was getting cold. I was just about ready to go home and have some tea, When up pulled a rusty green Dormobile with a near-sighted, suicidal fool at the wheel, There were sixteen kids, three cats, a chihuahua and me CHORUS: We`s in the outside lane doing twenty five, We hit Newport Pagnell, I was still alive Isaid, "Oh God! I gotta stop here for a cup of tea" I took the dog muck from my rucksack, shook the cat fleas from my hair, and sat myself down in a broken chair. I had fifteen chips, a rissole and a processed pea (cost me a fiver, too) Chorus: End
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