Monkeyhub JCB Song
June 23, 2005 12:49 AM Subscribe
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.
That was sweet, and a nice tonic for a sleepless night. Thanks, lemonfridge.
posted by melissa may at 1:41 AM on June 23, 2005
posted by melissa may at 1:41 AM on June 23, 2005
Fantastic...thanks lemon - anyone reading this thread to see if it worth watching - The answer is yes.
posted by kenaman at 4:17 AM on June 23, 2005
posted by kenaman at 4:17 AM on June 23, 2005
very good video/music. thank you very much for posting this.
posted by lotsofno at 5:14 AM on June 23, 2005
posted by lotsofno at 5:14 AM on June 23, 2005
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...
posted by paulsc at 6:23 AM on June 23, 2005
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...
posted by paulsc at 6:23 AM on June 23, 2005
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.
posted by kenaman at 6:59 AM on June 23, 2005
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.
posted by kenaman at 6:59 AM on June 23, 2005
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".
posted by Turtles all the way down at 7:05 AM on June 23, 2005
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".
posted by Turtles all the way down at 7:05 AM on June 23, 2005
Also of note for those who missed it the first time around, Radiohead - Creep.
posted by lemonfridge at 8:26 AM on June 23, 2005
posted by lemonfridge at 8:26 AM on June 23, 2005
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.
posted by TimothyMason at 9:53 AM on June 23, 2005
posted by TimothyMason at 9:53 AM on June 23, 2005
a bumblebee landed on her hand as it held the oar.
Damn, that's an big and remarkably adept bee.
posted by five fresh fish at 12:05 PM on June 23, 2005
Damn, that's an big and remarkably adept bee.
posted by five fresh fish at 12:05 PM on June 23, 2005
Damn, that's an big and remarkably adept bee.
Why do you think I remember it so vividly? ;-P
posted by Turtles all the way down at 1:57 PM on June 23, 2005
Why do you think I remember it so vividly? ;-P
posted by Turtles all the way down at 1:57 PM on June 23, 2005
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.
posted by jokeefe at 10:06 PM on June 23, 2005
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.
posted by jokeefe at 10:06 PM on June 23, 2005
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