I was writing on a friend's wall and I thought of the old tradition of singing Auld Lang Syne during the celebrations of the new year. I thought, "The title of the song means 'old long since' or 'long long ago' which basically means for old time's sake, sorta, but what are the lyrics? What are the lyrics to go along with such a great melody?" So, by the power of Google, I found them and I was shocked to read them. WTF are they TALKING ABOUT!? The first stanza and chorus are groovy: A hypothetical question about forgetting old acquaintances and old days with an opportunity to move forward, and for old time's sake, we'll take a cup of kindness. Then...pure chaos. Just read these lyrics and tell me what YOU think this is all about. "pu'd the gowans fine" WHAT?!
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And days of auld lang syne?
Chorus
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne
We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne.
We twa hae run about the braes
And pu'd the gowans fine
But we've wander'd mony a weary foot
Sin' auld lang syne.
We twa hae paidl't in the burn
Frae morning sun till dine
But seas between us braid hae roar'd
Sin' auld lang syne.
And surely ye'll be your pint stoup
And surely I'll be mine
And we'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne.
Wow...
Happy New Year!
About ReidB
- ReidB
- Saint Louis, MO, United States
- I play drums in a band called Via Dove
12/31/2007
12/23/2007
Rock-n-Vomit
The Olllllllllllllllllllld Rock House: Now my new favorite least favorite place in Saint Louis.
A building erected circa 1840 on the verge of collapse just last year has been breathed new life as a music venue/bar/restaurant/lounge/bar/basement/balcony/bar/sports bar/restaurant. The burgers are good and the sound system is spectacular, but the beer is EXPENSIVE ($3 for a Stag????). After an approximate $2 Million renovation, it's open to the public. And by public I mean I saw 50-year-old men in Cards jerseys and jeans, 30ish yuppies in suits, 50ish yuppies in suits, 25ish girls in tight and trendy dresses, a couple of emo fuckers, and 45-year-old women in hiked-up jeans. And DATE GUYS...oh the date guys. Sometimes known as Bros or Todds or Tools.I want to put a fucking tack hammer to their heads sometimes. This place has NO IDEA what it wants to be...which is where I conflict.
On the stage you have some amazing musicians. The sound system is great, the soundman knows his shit and is a nice guy to boot. In the "listening" area you have some people listening but most people talking. In and around the "restaurant" area are more people talking, pretending to care about the music because it's forced upon them when ESPN's Sports Center is replaced with a live video feed of the stage. There's a "bar" up by the front door where you don't have to talk AS loud to your friends. Upstairs is a cool balcony area, but they mark it off for private parties, taking away a great vantage point for a curious music listener, replacing it with heckling fuck heads who are proud to be an exclusive waste of space. The full restrooms are down in a basement next to a SUPER awkward trio of make-out booths...oh and yet ANOTHER private party. Further back is another bar where they probably shouldn't turn off Sports Center, but they do.
ALL of these interesting configurations for a place of entertainment, and to top it off, I go to leave and some motherfucker has vomited on my car.
Nothing like paying $8-$10 to get into a bar to yell at your friends in order to overcome the original music coming from the stage. I might see if I can vomit on a Todd next time.
A building erected circa 1840 on the verge of collapse just last year has been breathed new life as a music venue/bar/restaurant/lounge/bar/basement/balcony/bar/sports bar/restaurant. The burgers are good and the sound system is spectacular, but the beer is EXPENSIVE ($3 for a Stag????). After an approximate $2 Million renovation, it's open to the public. And by public I mean I saw 50-year-old men in Cards jerseys and jeans, 30ish yuppies in suits, 50ish yuppies in suits, 25ish girls in tight and trendy dresses, a couple of emo fuckers, and 45-year-old women in hiked-up jeans. And DATE GUYS...oh the date guys. Sometimes known as Bros or Todds or Tools.
On the stage you have some amazing musicians. The sound system is great, the soundman knows his shit and is a nice guy to boot. In the "listening" area you have some people listening but most people talking. In and around the "restaurant" area are more people talking, pretending to care about the music because it's forced upon them when ESPN's Sports Center is replaced with a live video feed of the stage. There's a "bar" up by the front door where you don't have to talk AS loud to your friends. Upstairs is a cool balcony area, but they mark it off for private parties, taking away a great vantage point for a curious music listener, replacing it with heckling fuck heads who are proud to be an exclusive waste of space. The full restrooms are down in a basement next to a SUPER awkward trio of make-out booths...oh and yet ANOTHER private party. Further back is another bar where they probably shouldn't turn off Sports Center, but they do.
ALL of these interesting configurations for a place of entertainment, and to top it off, I go to leave and some motherfucker has vomited on my car.
Nothing like paying $8-$10 to get into a bar to yell at your friends in order to overcome the original music coming from the stage. I might see if I can vomit on a Todd next time.
12/17/2007
Old Note
I found this note I left for Josh & Ashlee when we all lived together...
Neat.
9/22/04
"I took a shower with a spider this morning. I watched him freak out as the water hit him, trying so hard to stay stuck to the sloped bathtub edge. It was odd then when it finally got the best of him he just tucked his little gross legs under his little gross body and just let himself be washed down the drain. It was almost like he died before anything could have actually killed him. I wonder what the moral is...
I wonder if anyone will notice I'm wearing the same outfit...
Josh & Ashlee, it was nice hanging out with you last night. I envy what you have. It really is beautiful. See you peeps in about eleven hours.
-R"
Neat.
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