Victims Of Noah - Six Ribbons

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Date: Fri, 13 Dec 1996 11:35:16 GMT

From: Dat Woodhouse 

Subject: LYR: Six Ribbons - Victims of Noah



On 2 Dec 1996  "Vidar Lervaag"  was kind enough to post

chords and lyrics for Jon English's lovely ballad "Six Ribbons":



Chords:

Em - D - CMaj7 - Hm???

Em - Hm - Em - D Em

(Err, I remember reading somewhere what a "H" chord was....a "B" maybe? Could

someone please advise.)



Anyway, here's a local Brisband's version with slightly more interesting

lyrics. If you're offended by the word "fuckin" it would probably be best if

you went back to your Dr. Seus book for a little while.

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"Six Ribbons" lyrics by The Victims of Noah

Originally by Jon English





Verse 1 (same as original):

If I were a minstrel, I'd sing you six love songs

to tell the whole world of the love that we shared



If I were a merchant, I'd bring you six diamonds

With six blood red roses, for my love to share



But I am a simple man, a poor common farmer

So take these six ribbons, to tie back your hair



(break)



Verse 2:

If I was a terrorist, I'd hijack six airplanes (sp)

And blow-up an embassy for the cause that we shared



If I was a paedophile, I'd kidnap six children

Abuse and mistreat them, to show that I care



But I am a simpleton, a drought stricken farmer

So don't waste my water washing your hair



Toor-a-lee, toor-a-lie, all I can share

Is six fuckin' ribbons to show that I care



(break)



Verse 3:

If I was a junkie, I'd score you six grams

to bang up your arms with the needle we share



If I was a Satanist, I'd slay you six virgins

And fondle their entrails for a Satanic prayer



But I am a simpleton, a drought stricken farmer

So don't waste my water washing your hair



Toor-a-lee, toor-a-lie, all I can share

Is six fuckin' ribbons to tie back your hair.



(break)



Verse 4:

If I were a Dean Brother, I'd get in my dozer

And demolish six buildings to show that I cared



If I were a pollie from the National Party

I'd bring you six cash kits in brown paper bags



But I am a simpleton, a drought stricken farmer

So don't waste my water washing your hair



Toor-a-lee, toor-a-lie, all I can share

Is six fuckin' ribbons to tie back your hair



But I am a simpleton, a drought stricken farmer

So don't waste my water washing your hair



Toor-a-lee, toor-a-lie, all I can share

("Oogidy, boogidy" sung as backing to "Tooe-a-lee/lie")

Is six fuckin' ribbons to tie back your hair

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To put things in perspective for non-Queenslanders regarding verse 4:-

The National Party (aka the Country Party), lead by Joh ("don't you worry

about that") Bjelkie Petersen, ran this sunny state for thirty-odd years with

a variety of strange policies such as: a gathering of three people or more

constituted a protest meeting/march which of course wasn't permitted, although

the Queensland (read National Party's jackbooted bedfellows) Police's use of

batons and violence to disperse and capture persons involved in any peaceful

'gathering' was perfectly justified (yeah, right!); speaking to a gathering

(of nil persons if necessary) in the Queen Street Mall was bound to have you

arrested (can't quite fathom why this didn't apply to the gatherings of

religious nuts spewing forth their beliefs just around the corner ?); having

any involvement at all with a certain community radio station guaranteed

your very own personal file with Special Branch....you get the picture.



Fortunately, a large portion of this fair state's citizens (a majority wasn't

required - look for gerrymander in the dictionary folks) eventually woke up to

the corruption/infection/putridity that was the National Party and their

not-so-independant law enforcement agency. (In all fairness, this sort of

thing is bound to happen when any morally inept group is given carte-

blanche for such a long time).



The sad conclusion to this little tale is..........THEY'RE BAAAAACK !!!



Oh yeah, the Dean Bros. are a Brisbane demolition firm which rose/sunk to

notoriety towards the end of the National Party's reign of terror by tearing

down buildings of significant heritage value (most notably the Bellvue Hotel)

during the middle of the night.