Precious little angel, take a look at what you've done ![Frown :( :(](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7)
Here's a classic track from a "little known band" from the North East of England..
There was an hour long programme on TV4 last night about Alan Hull and Lindisfarne. He was an amazingly prolific songwriterAha! Synchronicity strike 2!
My brother-on-law is taking a break on the Holy Island, so I sent him a link by the very same band, one I was quite into, back in the day, AND there was a TV documentary on Lindisfarne last night, which I shall watch on catch-up.
The link I sent was:
Same album!
But the song I always remember is:
And, if you're a Lindisfarne fan, you will know how many times 'sausage rolls' and mentioned on the lyrics of their album, Fog On The Tyne
That's the one I've got to watch!There was an hour long programme on TV4 last night ...
Yeaaahes..And, if you're a Lindisfarne fan, you will know how many times 'sausage rolls' are mentioned on the lyrics of their album, Fog On The Tyne
This is the one that stands out for me.Listening to Annie Lennox above reminds me of some awesome (and some dearly departed) Gaelic Ladies who absolutely nailed it!
Can someone try to trans8 to English?Sittin' in a sleazy snack-bar suckin'
Sickly sausage rolls
Slippin' down slowly
Slippin' down sideways
Think I'll sign off the dole
'Cause the fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mine
The fog on the Tyne is all mine
The fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mine
The fog on the Tyne is all mine
Could a copper catch a crooked coffin maker
Could a copper comprehend
That a crooked coffin maker is just an undertaker who
Undertakes to be a friend
'Cause the fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mine
The fog on the Tyne is all mine
The fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mine
The fog on the Tyne is all mine
Tell the truth tomorrow
Today will take it's time to
Tell you what tonight will bring,
Presently we'll have a pint or two together
Everybody do their thing
We can swing together
We can have a wee wee
We can have a wet on the wall
If someone slips a whisper
That his simple sister slapped them down
And they slavered on their smalls
'Cause the fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mine ...