:love

huh?

They are folky yokul jug-blowing type of music.

I didn't know Alexis Bledel was older than me. 24? WTH? :eek

I've seen them live loads of times, but I wouldn't call it singing. :lol

You gay people have all the luck. :(

Yeah. :(

Yeah. :lol

You would. :rolleyes

Then you'd just hurt me more. :tear

from new zealand?

LOL, No! :lol

They are from Somerset, a county in the UK. Where metalmilitia lives.

jug-blowing always makes me think of "the beverly hillbillies."

Well, they don't exactly blow the jugs, more drink cider* out of them.


*The alcohol kind of cidar.

granny got tipsy. >:

Silly Americans. :rolleyes

This is the bitch forum :rolleyes

For you every forum is the bitch forum. :love

uh oh you did not just go there :sassyheadbob

One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fire was burning
Down the track came a hobo hiking and he said "boys I'm not turning
I'm headin for a land that's far away beside the crystal fountains
So come with me and we'll go and see the Big Rock Candy Mountains!"

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, there's a land that's fair and bright
Where the handouts grow on bushes, and you sleep out every night
Where the boxcars are all empty and the sun shines every day
On the birds and the bees and the cigarette trees
Where the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, all the cops have wooden legs
And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth and the hens lay soft boiled eggs
The farmer's trees are full of fruit and the barns are full of hay
Oh, I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow
Where the rain don't fall and the wind don't blow
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, you never change your socks
And the little streams of alcohol come a-trickling down the rocks
The brakemen have to tip their hats and the railroad bulls are blind
There's a lake of stew and of whiskey too
You can paddle all around 'em in a big canoe
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, the jails are made of tin
And you can walk right out again as soon as you are in
There ain't no short handled shovels, no axes saws or picks
I'm a goin to stay where you sleep all day
Where they hung the jerk that invented work
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.

So I'll see you all this coming fall in the Big Rock Candy Mountains!

:D