Comments on: Monkeyhub JCB Song

Monkeyhub JCB Song

lemonfridge — Thu, 23 Jun 2005 00:49:35 -0800

The JCB Song. An uplifting and jolly song with a killer video from the amazing talent at Monkeeyhub (who bought you the previously depressing Low Moral). Something about it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy.

By: lemonfridge

lemonfridge — Thu, 23 Jun 2005 00:50:50 -0800

yes yes i know *monkeehub.

By: melissa may

melissa may — Thu, 23 Jun 2005 01:41:13 -0800

That was sweet, and a nice tonic for a sleepless night. Thanks, lemonfridge.

By: quonsar

quonsar — Thu, 23 Jun 2005 03:29:17 -0800

morale

By: TimothyMason

TimothyMason — Thu, 23 Jun 2005 03:51:24 -0800

Lovely. Two ace posts in one day!

By: kenaman

kenaman — Thu, 23 Jun 2005 04:17:38 -0800

Fantastic...thanks lemon - anyone reading this thread to see if it worth watching - The answer is yes.

By: blag

blag — Thu, 23 Jun 2005 04:49:33 -0800

Fantastic animation style. Good post.

By: lotsofno

lotsofno — Thu, 23 Jun 2005 05:14:04 -0800

very good video/music. thank you very much for posting this.

By: odinsdream

odinsdream — Thu, 23 Jun 2005 05:56:38 -0800

Amazing animation quality. I'm highly impressed, even if I don't know what a JCB is. Curse your strange european customs and bypasses!

By: ssmith

ssmith — Thu, 23 Jun 2005 05:56:48 -0800

[This is good]

By: paulsc

paulsc — Thu, 23 Jun 2005 06:23:16 -0800

odinsdream: JCB are a firm making earthworking equipment, like the backhoe/bucket loader of this little video. lemonfridge: good link, thanks. Great little video, and a reminder that kids benefit a lot from the occasional trip to work with Mom or Dad. But in this increasingly litigious age, I'm wondering how any kid could have a cool day like this...

By: kenaman

kenaman — Thu, 23 Jun 2005 06:59:25 -0800

But in this increasingly litigious age, I'm wondering how any kid could have a cool day like this... That is so true and sad..... Lyrics for the song they sang together - (sorry for the big comment couldnt find reliable link ) Its a Christy Moore song about the plight of the Irish in England probably in the 80's, work on building sites. Don't Forget Your Shovel don't forget your shovel if you want to go to work. oh don't forget your shovel if you want to go to work. don't forget your shovel if you want to go to work or you'll end up where you came from like the rest of us diggin', diggin', diggin'... and don't forget your shoes and socks and shirt and tie and all. don't forget your shoes and socks and shirt and tie and all. mr murphy's afraid you'll make a claim if you take a fall. ("how's it goin'" "not too bad") and we want to go to heaven but we're always diggin' holes. we want to go to heaven but we're always diggin' holes. yeah we want to go to heaven but we're always diggin' holes. well there's one thing you can say...we know where we are goin'... ("any chance of a start?" "no" "okay") and if you want to do it...don't you do it against the wall. if you want to do it...don't you do it against the wall. never seen a toilet on a building site at all. there's a shed up in the corner where they won't see you at all. ("mind your sandwiches") enoch powell will give us a job, diggin' our way to annascaul. enoch Powell will give us a job, diggin' our way to annascaul. enoch Powell will give us a job, diggin' our way to annascaul. and when we're finished diggin' there they'll close the hole and all. now there's six thousand five hundred and fifty-nine paddies over there in london all trying to dig their way back to annascaul and very few of them boys is going to get back at all... i think that's terrible.

By: Turtles all the way down

Turtles all the way down — Thu, 23 Jun 2005 07:05:43 -0800

It's magical how certain moments you experience as a kid stay with you your whole life. For me it was sitting in a little red rowboat with my French Canadian grandmother; a bumblebee landed on her hand as it held the oar. Nothing you do for children is ever wasted. They seem not to notice us, hovering, averting our eyes, and they seldom offer thanks, but what we do for them is never wasted. We know that as we remember some gift given long ago. Suddenly it's 1951, I'm nine years old, in the bow of a green wooden rowboat, rocking on Lake Wobegon. It's five o'clock in the morning, dark; I'm shivering; mist comes up off the water, the smell of lake and weeds and Uncle Al's coffee as he puts a worm on my hook and whispers what to do when the big one bites. I lower my worm slowly into the dark water and brace my feet against the bow and wait for the immense fish to strike. Thousands of gifts, continually returning to us. Uncle Al thought he was taking his nephew fishing, but he made a permanent work of art in my head, a dark morning in the mist, the coffee, the boat rocking, whispering, shivering, waiting for the big one. Still waiting. Still shivering. --Garrison Keillor, "Leaving Home".

By: lemonfridge

lemonfridge — Thu, 23 Jun 2005 08:26:39 -0800

Also of note for those who missed it the first time around, Radiohead - Creep.

By: TimothyMason

TimothyMason — Thu, 23 Jun 2005 09:53:33 -0800

Oh, and here's an article from the Guardian about bands who, coming into parenthood, have decided it's time to do something about the dire state of children's music.

By: hojoki

hojoki — Thu, 23 Jun 2005 10:32:17 -0800

This was really sweet. I needed it.

By: five fresh fish

five fresh fish — Thu, 23 Jun 2005 12:05:34 -0800

a bumblebee landed on her hand as it held the oar. Damn, that's an big and remarkably adept bee.

By: Turtles all the way down

Turtles all the way down — Thu, 23 Jun 2005 13:57:02 -0800

Damn, that's an big and remarkably adept bee. Why do you think I remember it so vividly? ;-P

By: jfuller

jfuller — Thu, 23 Jun 2005 16:48:30 -0800

Superior! Thank you lemonfridge.

By: jaronson

jaronson — Thu, 23 Jun 2005 17:13:43 -0800

This is flagged as good.

By: jokeefe

jokeefe — Thu, 23 Jun 2005 22:06:56 -0800

Awwwww. It made me tear up a bit, actually. I hope that Luke has played that for his dad. I have a feeling he has, and what a lovely tribute from a child to a parent that would be. I remember one winter being on the chairlift with my mother and heading up the mountain, and it being scary because we were about 20 feet above the ground, and she sang 'My favourite things' to me to calm me down ('snowflakes that fall on my nose and eyelashes'.) I must have been about five, too. I never forgot it, even if I'm sure she has.