Michael Jackson Death Hoax Investigators
General Michael Jackson Forum => Random MJ Talk => Topic started by: hesouttamylife on January 15, 2012, 03:55:33 PM
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Do you sometimes think back to the days when we were inundated with news about Michael. Albeit mostly negative, there were still lots and lots of stories or talk about him all over the internet, news media, etc. I remember how we fought tooth and nail to have that negativity erased. :? Well, I guess we got what we set out to accomplish. And today it hit me kinda hard when I searched his name and there was virtually nothing. This was all that I could find and it just makes me feel kind of sad. I have spent the majority of the last nearing 3 years in dedication to talking about, reading, listening to, watching every and anything Michael Jackson. What will there be to unveil by this year’s end unless he comes back to us? I shudder to even imagine. Life without Michael would be equivocal to lyrics without music. It just won’t be the same. :cry: I will waste away and die.
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Michael Jackson's show tunes of Robert Burns poems to be head for first time
A collection of Michael Jackson songs based on the works of Robert Burns is to be heard by the public for the first time, according to one of the late pop superstar’s closest friends.
Mr Gest claimed that Mr Jackson's smash-hit Thriller was inspired by the supernatural elements of Burns's Tam O'Shanter Photo: REX
By Simon Johnson, Scottish Political Editor9:14PM GMT 15 Jan 2012Comment
David Gest, a music producer who collaborated with Mr Jackson on the project, said he has offered the album to the Robert Burns Birthplace Museum in Ayrshire during a recent visit to Scotland.
He said the self-styled King of Pop was a huge Burns fan and was delighted to make the recordings, which see the works of Scotland’s Bard transformed into show tunes.
Their existence was revealed the year before his death in June 2009 but they have never been released.
Mr Gest, the former husband of actress Liza Minnelli, even claimed that Mr Jackson’s smash-hit Thriller was inspired by the supernatural elements of Burns’s Tam O’Shanter.
In an interview with BBC Alba, the Gaelic TV channel, Mr Gest said: “Both being fanatics, I said to Michael, let's do a play Burns's life and he said he would help me with the music.
“Michael believed in the project so much. He said: 'I'll give you the studio (in Los Angeles) and I'll pay for all the music’.
“We went to his recording studio at the family house in Encino, where all the Jacksons grew up and we took about eight or 10 of Burns's poems and we put them to contemporary music, things like A Red Red Rose and Ae Fond Kiss and the story of Tam O'Shanter.”
The songs were originally intended to be part of a musical, directed by Gene Kelly and produced by actor Anthony Perkins. The death of both men meant it was never staged.
Mr Gest, a former contestant on the reality show I’m a Celebrity Get Me Out of Here released a film on Jackson's life last year. In 1996, he staged a show called Red Red Rose, which was based on Burns's life and starred the actor John Barrowman.
A spokesman for the National Trust for Scotland, which runs the Ayrshire museum, said, confirmed Mr Gest was a recent visitor.
“We understand there was some discussion about the donation of some musical materials. If it goes ahead it will be an exciting addition,” he said.
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i totally am with you on this,i feel the same,no more stuff to pull apart and debunk,no interesting hoax vids anywhere,......but i am sure michael is alive.....and honestly its not about him "bam"....to me anyways....its all about..knowing that he is well and safe...if i knew that for sure,i would be so happy,and the rest of his life he could do anything he chooses...xxxx
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@hesouttamylife: You need to live life for yourself! You can't bank on someone you never met, it contributes to depression. Get outside, spread the message of LOVE, even in small ways. Isn't that what it's all about, anyway? Not waiting by the computer for a miracle? bearhug
I don't always know how to be gentle, but we all can make ourselves worked up and depressed. Life is for living, doing fun things, helping others.
Isn't that what Michael would want you to do? bearhug
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you know this reminds me of something. the ricky nelson thing.
there was a big tado about how that plane caught fire or exploding or whatever do to some kind of drug thing.
a long while after that a seventh heaven episode was done on some subject , probably gossip or something and the main character brought this issue up how after all of the sensationalism of the event was over and the truth was determined , and was not what was first reported that it was buried in the back of the newspaper.
so i guess we need to look in the back harder and do what we can to get it out there .
and tink makes a wonderful point also we have to be doers and not just sit here waiting , same as with christ (for his believers)
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Do you sometimes think back to the days when we were inundated with news about Michael. Albeit mostly negative, there were still lots and lots of stories or talk about him all over the internet, news media, etc. I remember how we fought tooth and nail to have that negativity erased. :? Well, I guess we got what we set out to accomplish. And today it hit me kinda hard when I searched his name and there was virtually nothing. This was all that I could find and it just makes me feel kind of sad. I have spent the majority of the last nearing 3 years in dedication to talking about, reading, listening to, watching every and anything Michael Jackson. What will there be to unveil by this year’s end unless he comes back to us? I shudder to even imagine. Life without Michael would be equivocal to lyrics without music. It just won’t be the same. :cry: I will waste away and die.
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Michael Jackson's show tunes of Robert Burns poems to be head for first time
A collection of Michael Jackson songs based on the works of Robert Burns is to be heard by the public for the first time, according to one of the late pop superstar’s closest friends.
Mr Gest claimed that Mr Jackson's smash-hit Thriller was inspired by the supernatural elements of Burns's Tam O'Shanter Photo: REX
By Simon Johnson, Scottish Political Editor9:14PM GMT 15 Jan 2012Comment
David Gest, a music producer who collaborated with Mr Jackson on the project, said he has offered the album to the Robert Burns Birthplace Museum in Ayrshire during a recent visit to Scotland.
He said the self-styled King of Pop was a huge Burns fan and was delighted to make the recordings, which see the works of Scotland’s Bard transformed into show tunes.
Their existence was revealed the year before his death in June 2009 but they have never been released.
Mr Gest, the former husband of actress Liza Minnelli, even claimed that Mr Jackson’s smash-hit Thriller was inspired by the supernatural elements of Burns’s Tam O’Shanter.
In an interview with BBC Alba, the Gaelic TV channel, Mr Gest said: “Both being fanatics, I said to Michael, let's do a play Burns's life and he said he would help me with the music.
“Michael believed in the project so much. He said: 'I'll give you the studio (in Los Angeles) and I'll pay for all the music’.
“We went to his recording studio at the family house in Encino, where all the Jacksons grew up and we took about eight or 10 of Burns's poems and we put them to contemporary music, things like A Red Red Rose and Ae Fond Kiss and the story of Tam O'Shanter.”
The songs were originally intended to be part of a musical, directed by Gene Kelly and produced by actor Anthony Perkins. The death of both men meant it was never staged.
Mr Gest, a former contestant on the reality show I’m a Celebrity Get Me Out of Here released a film on Jackson's life last year. In 1996, he staged a show called Red Red Rose, which was based on Burns's life and starred the actor John Barrowman.
A spokesman for the National Trust for Scotland, which runs the Ayrshire museum, said, confirmed Mr Gest was a recent visitor.
“We understand there was some discussion about the donation of some musical materials. If it goes ahead it will be an exciting addition,” he said.
CHEER UP Hesout ,life is fun bearhug penguin/ !!!!!!!
Intresting news,thank's :) !!!! So we have Thriller again ,"mixed" with SUPERnatural now /cook/ smiley_spider .
(http://www.mjjunderground.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/Thriller_2109789b.jpg)
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I feel your pain.....but let me tell you something that has been on my mind for a while now.
Michael is a human being with God-given talents and with the light of God shining from within him.
Of course he was a talented singer and dancer and highly trained professional entertainer. That was his craft.
Still he tried to convey a message in all that he did. It was all about love, kindness, awareness, empathy, healing the world and oneself...
And he did not only sing or talk about all that...NO...he lived it!
I think that we all agree that MANY of his fans and of course the media failed to hear, see or even notice the HUGE message behind all that.
We (yes all of us) made him an icon. But did anyone really care about his message?
Not to mention defamation, hate, lies, betrayal all around him. In the media and I am sure as well in his private life.
He was constantly giving and giving and working so hard....and still....he only remained either the icon or the freak.
I believe that he learned very early in his life that he would forever play a role. And he played along very well for so many years....
And his role was the King of Pop.
I think that at one point in his life he must have been thinking: so what now ...what can I do to make them listen to Michael Jackson the MAN not the icon or the freak?
Don´t you think it is frustrating and causes so much pain not to be seen as the PERSON, the HUMAN BEING that you are? Not being heard, not being recognized for what you ARE but for the role that you play.....
So what I believe is that he had to let the King of Pop die, retreat KOP from the world´s stage, in order to make people take a closer look at his message. He did not leave, he only took one step aside to enable us to see the MAN behind KOP.
Like this he is creating a new stage for Michael Jackson the MAN, the PERSON. He´s creating new viewpoints, new perspectives, new insights, new perceptions. A totally new fundament. A fundament built on understanding, respect and love.
I know that even today there is tabloid trash going on and still many people believe that...but I really feel that a huge amount of people have been taking a closer look and changed their perspective and opinion. I also believe that this change of mind is still in progress all over the world.
So for that I really stand in awe, and I feel enormous respect and gratefulness. Not only for the absolut genius that can be seen in the carrying out of this hoax but mainly for the gift we receive through this.
For what greater gift could one man give than his TRUE self...and what greater sacrifice could one man make....
May God continue to protect him and bless him...always.....
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I am trying as best I can to restructure my life and get on with other things. But for 2 years 6 months and 20 days, this has been virtually my whole existence. I’d go to work, come home and here is where my heart was, on this computer, searching, investigating, posting, laughing, crying. It is hard to let it go and get on with it. Easier said than done. I have committed myself to some extent to making the world a better place in the lives of the children and families I work with. But it still leaves me feeling empty. Sometimes I ask myself if it would be better to turn the computer off completely and leave all this behind me. Perhaps you’re right and that’s the solution. I don’t know. It’s easier said than done. And today I cannot get this weight off of me. Maybe tomorrow. Nite guys.
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Hi Everyone bearhug Hesout, I know how you feel. Everything you have said, that's me also. I feel stuck at thymes. I know Michael is alive, as you I have devoted so much of me...(what I have of me as I take care of my husband, my elderly parents and a business) to Michael that I somethymes have to reaquaint myself with me. In these last 2.5 years I have learned so much, Michael has made me a better person and he has given me strength I didn't know I had. God has become very important to me because of him, I believe in myself now and I have opened my eye huge to the world all around me. So when I find myself stuck, I draw on the strength and new found interests that Michael has shown me. It helps me as I look at life differently now because of him, in honor of him it helps it really does. Take Care
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Hi MaryK I liked your post and I agree. People always talk about how you work your whole life to retire then finally become what you truly want to be in life. Somethymes I wonder if this is infact what Michael did. I read an article a long thyme ago you can find it at www.reflectionsonthedance.com/DavidPack-on-Michael.html. That was a keyboard full! The famous conductor Leonard Bernstein had wanted to meet Michael, this is a beautiful article by David Pack. Anyway, it talks about many things but how Michael was torn between music and the Christian Ministry. Somethymes I wonder if part of this was so he could leave the King of Pop behind and follow his faith? I know we will find out soon enough, but I won't be surprised if this is part of what's going on. Anyway, that's my two cents worth. Take care
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Somethymes I wonder if part of this was so he could leave the King of Pop behind and follow his faith? I know we will find out soon enough, but I won't be surprised if this is part of what's going on. Anyway, that's my two cents worth. Take care
Glad you liked it bearhug
And YES, totally agree. I would not be suprised either.
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Mary K ...I totally agree with you. I think Michael is finished singing and will now move on to doing films. He can then be his own boss. Look at all the singers who still ::try:: to sing when they get older....I'm sure Michael thought of this and knew he couldn't sing/dance like that forever. (I'm not saying this was his whole reason for the hoax, but I'm sure it was part of it) I can't imagine that he won't somehow let his faithful fans (both beLIEvers and nons) know that he is okay.... I'm not expecting a giant comeback concert or anything...but maybe a movie. /woohoo/
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Mary K ...I totally agree with you. I think Michael is finished singing and will now move on to doing films. He can then be his own boss. Look at all the singers who still ::try:: to sing when they get older....I'm sure Michael thought of this and knew he couldn't sing/dance like that forever. (I'm not saying this was his whole reason for the hoax, but I'm sure it was part of it) I can't imagine that he won't somehow let his faithful fans (both beLIEvers and nons) know that he is okay.... I'm not expecting a giant comeback concert or anything...but maybe a movie. /woohoo/
I´ll be perfectly satisfied and happy with just hearing him speak and seeing him alive, in good health and happy!
Even though KOP is a beautiful memory.....
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You never leave it behind; it's part of you, even while acting or directing.
But I am 100% sure that Michael didn't ditch singing, to follow his faith - that's an old story, tied in with Thriller.
Sad to see it being reworked, and redone, and going around again.
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I feel I am at a park, alone. I'm sitting on a swing and gently swaying just a little bit, back and forth, with my eyes sometimes on the ground, sometimes ahead of me, glancing around through the trees and jogging path, wondering when and if the person I am expecting, will show up. That is how I feel regarding MJ. I don't mean expecting him back strictly in the physical sense, but in any sense - whether it is him working behind the scene and still coming back out into the world through his work...or actually coming back in front of the camera. My time at this ''park'' in my heart, has gotten quieter and quieter...sometimes I feel the one I expect to show up...will never show up...because I got it wrong...I misunderstood what he meant by reading the signs...I interpreted it the way I WANTED to, because of what I NEEDED to see. Sometimes I feel as though I know better than thinking Katherine putting on a show. I am a mother, like she is. There is no way in the world I could fake my tears and sorrow regarding the loss of my own child. As a mother, the emotions I have seen on Katherine's face - is true. Truer than anything else. To think anything else would be in my pov, a mockery of her love for Michael. And yet, I listen to his music at moments when I want to reflect. I live my life fulfilled with my own family, my boys give me the greatest joy, and they are my priority. But at moments when I find the time to give thought to things and people I care about, I listen to Michael's music...and lately, I have begun to feel like I am walking alone on a path. My search for the possibility that he really is alive - all the signs and all the supporting pieces of evidence...feels like a bag of tricks that no longer work. It's like having all the ingredients to cook something up, all ready to throw together - but if you don't have fire - you just can't cook it. The most important element is missing. And no matter what you have as the ingredients, that is all it will ever be - pieces of ingredients all on their own, but they will never amount to anything like that fabulous recipe says it will - unless you have the fire to make it come together. Individually, all you have is ingredients that have nothing but it's own element. It is not the final product.
It used to feel like I could sense Michael's presence when I listened to his music...now - it has begun to feel fainter and fainter, almost like I recognize the voice, I recognize the soul, but it is missing something...missing big time...
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Thank you so much Hesouttamylife, for the info about Michael and Robert Burns' inspiration for Thriller.
By the way, yes, I feel very much the way you do too, but I try to keep doing the things I need to do in my life. This hoax and this forum have brought me the biggest joy of my life--well next to marriage and having kids. :)
This is the link to the same David Gest article you quoted above.
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/music/music-news/9016530/Michael-Jacksons-show-tunes-of-Robert-Burns-poems-to-be-heard-for-first-time.html (http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/music/music-news/9016530/Michael-Jacksons-show-tunes-of-Robert-Burns-poems-to-be-heard-for-first-time.html)
This one is slightly different.
http://www.huffingtonpost.co.uk/2012/01/18/michael-jackson-songs-robert-burns-donation_n_1212300.html (http://www.huffingtonpost.co.uk/2012/01/18/michael-jackson-songs-robert-burns-donation_n_1212300.html)
Here’s Robert Burn’s Tam O’Shanter recited by a true Scotsman.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lGgZjyZrdzg (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lGgZjyZrdzg)
This is the original poem. http://www.robertburns.org.uk/Assets/Poems_Songs/tamoshanter.htm (http://www.robertburns.org.uk/Assets/Poems_Songs/tamoshanter.htm)
You can definitely see how Michael could get the thriller story from this.
First here's Wikopedia's understanding of the poem:
The poem begins: After Burns has located us geographically: Tam sits and drinks with his friends, and the reader is regaled with a dark prophecy of Tam's wife Kate:
Tam's wife, Kate, is portrayed as an authority to be feared. Then:
Tam continues to drink and even flirts with the landlady of the. Eventually he mounts up and rides off on his grey mare Meg, for his long, dark, lonely ride home. Burns emphasises the spooky character of the Ayrshire (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ayrshire)countryside Tam has to ride through—but of course it is much easier as he is drunk:
With the scene set, suddenly: "wow! Tam saw an unco sight!"
The sight he sees is Alloway Kirk (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alloway_Kirk), ablaze with light, where a weird hallucinatory dance involvin witches and warlocks, open coffins and even the Devil himself is in full swing. The scene is told with grimly enthusiastic gothic attention to detail. Tam manages to watch silently until, the dancing witches having cast off most of their clothes, he is beguiled by one particularly comely female witch, Nannie, whose shirt (cutty-sark) is too small for her. He cannot help shouting out in passion:
Weel done, Cutty-sark! And in an instant all was dark:
The devil decides to follow Tam, but the evident pride in the ability of his horse is justified as she is able to help him to "win the key-stone o' the brig". (The Devil, Witches and warlocks cannot cross running water.)
They only just make it though, as Nannie, first among the "hellish legion" chasing, grabs the horse's tail, which comes off. In fine, tongue-in-cheek moralistic mode, the poem concludes:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tam_o%27_Shanter_(poem) (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tam_o%27_Shanter_(poem))
Tam o' Shanter (Translation)
When the peddler people leave the streets,
And thirsty neighbours, neighbours meet;
As market days are wearing late,
And folk begin to take the road home,
While we sit boozing strong ale,
And getting drunk and very happy,
We don’t think of the long Scots miles,
The marshes, waters, steps and stiles,
That lie between us and our home,
Where sits our sulky, sullen dame (wife),
Gathering her brows like a gathering storm,
Nursing her wrath, to keep it warm.
This truth finds honest Tam o' Shanter,
As he from Ayr one night did canter;
Old Ayr, which never a town surpasses,
For honest men and bonny lasses.
Oh Tam, had you but been so wise,
As to have taken your own wife Kate’s advice!
She told you well you were a waster,
A rambling, blustering, drunken boaster,
That from November until October,
Each market day you were not sober;
During each milling period with the miller,
You sat as long as you had money,
For every horse he put a shoe on,
The blacksmith and you got roaring drunk on;
That at the Lords House, even on Sunday,
You drank with Kirkton Jean till Monday.
She prophesied, that, late or soon,
You would be found deep drowned in Doon,
Or caught by warlocks in the murk,
By Alloway’s old haunted church.
Ah, gentle ladies, it makes me cry,
To think how many counsels sweet,
How much long and wise advice
The husband from the wife despises!
But to our tale :- One market night,
Tam was seated just right,
Next to a fireplace, blazing finely,
With creamy ales, that drank divinely;
And at his elbow, Cobbler Johnny,
His ancient, trusted, thirsty crony;
Tom loved him like a very brother,
They had been drunk for weeks together.
The night drove on with songs and clatter,
And every ale was tasting better;
The landlady and Tam grew gracious,
With secret favours, sweet and precious;
The cobbler told his queerest stories;
The landlord’s laugh was ready chorus:
Outside, the storm might roar and rustle,
Tam did not mind the storm a whistle.
Care, mad to see a man so happy,
Even drowned himself in ale.
As bees fly home with loads of treasure,
The minutes winged their way with pleasure:
Kings may be blessed, but Tam was glorious,
Over all the ills of life victorious.
But pleasures are like poppies spread:
You seize the flower, its bloom is shed;
Or like the snow fall on the river,
A moment white - then melts forever,
Or like the Aurora Borealis rays,
That move before you can point to their place;
Or like the rainbow’s lovely form,
Vanishing amid the storm.
No man can tether time or tide,
The hour approaches Tom must ride:
That hour, of night’s black arch - the key-stone,
That dreary hour he mounts his beast in
And such a night he takes to the road in
As never a poor sinner had been out in.
The wind blew as if it had blown its last;
The rattling showers rose on the blast;
The speedy gleams the darkness swallowed,
Loud, deep and long the thunder bellowed:
That night, a child might understand,
The Devil had business on his hand.
Well mounted on his grey mare, Meg.
A better never lifted leg,
Tom, raced on through mud and mire,
Despising wind and rain and fire;
Whilst holding fast his good blue bonnet,
While crooning over some old Scots sonnet,
Whilst glowering round with prudent care,
Lest ghosts catch him unaware:
Alloway’s Church was drawing near,
Where ghosts and owls nightly cry.
By this time he was across the ford,
Where in the snow the pedlar got smothered;
And past the birch trees and the huge stone,
Where drunken Charlie broke his neck bone;
And through the thorns, and past the monument,
Where hunters found the murdered child;
And near the thorn, above the well,
Where Mungo’s mother hung herself.
Before him the river Doon pours all his floods;
The doubling storm roars throught the woods;
The lightnings flashes from pole to pole;
Nearer and more near the thunder rolls;
When, glimmering through the groaning trees,
Alloway’s Church seemed in a blaze,
Through every gap , light beams were glancing,
And loud resounded mirth and dancing.
Inspiring, bold John Barleycorn! (whisky)
What dangers you can make us scorn!
With ale, we fear no evil;
With whisky, we’ll face the Devil!
The ales so swam in Tam’s head,
Fair play, he didn’t care a farthing for devils.
But Maggie stood, right sore astonished,
Till, by the heel and hand admonished,
She ventured forward on the light;
And, vow! Tom saw an incredible sight!
Warlocks and witches in a dance:
No cotillion, brand new from France,
But hornpipes, jigs, strathspeys, and reels,
Put life and mettle in their heels.
In a window alcove in the east,
There sat Old Nick, in shape of beast;
A shaggy dog, black, grim, and large,
To give them music was his charge:
He screwed the pipes and made them squeal,
Till roof and rafters all did ring.
Coffins stood round, like open presses,
That showed the dead in their last dresses;
And, by some devilish magic sleight,
Each in its cold hand held a light:
By which heroic Tom was able
To note upon the holy table,
A murderer’s bones, in gibbet-irons;
Two span-long, small, unchristened babies;
A thief just cut from his hanging rope -
With his last gasp his mouth did gape;
Five tomahawks with blood red-rusted;
Five scimitars with murder crusted;
A garter with which a baby had strangled;
A knife a father’s throat had mangled -
Whom his own son of life bereft -
The grey-hairs yet stack to the shaft;
With more o' horrible and awful,
Which even to name would be unlawful.
Three Lawyers’ tongues, turned inside out,
Sown with lies like a beggar’s cloth -
Three Priests’ hearts, rotten, black as muck
Lay stinking, vile, in every nook.
As Thomas glowered, amazed, and curious,
The mirth and fun grew fast and furious;
The piper loud and louder blew,
The dancers quick and quicker flew,
They reeled, they set, they crossed, they linked,
Till every witch sweated and smelled,
And cast her ragged clothes to the floor,
And danced deftly at it in her underskirts!
Now Tam, O Tam! had these been young girls,
All plump and strapping in their teens!
Their underskirts, instead of greasy flannel,
Been snow-white seventeen hundred linen! -
The trousers of mine, my only pair,
That once were plush, of good blue hair,
I would have given them off my buttocks
For one blink of those pretty girls !
But withered hags, old and droll,
Ugly enough to suckle a foal,
Leaping and flinging on a stick,
Its a wonder it didn’t turn your stomach!
But Tam knew what was what well enough:
There was one winsome, jolly wench,
That night enlisted in the core,
Long after known on Carrick shore
(For many a beast to dead she shot,
And perished many a bonnie boat,
And shook both much corn and barley,
And kept the country-side in fear.)
Her short underskirt, o’ Paisley cloth,
That while a young lass she had worn,
In longitude though very limited,
It was her best, and she was proud. . .
Ah! little knew your reverend grandmother,
That skirt she bought for her little grandaughter,
With two Scots pounds (it was all her riches),
Would ever graced a dance of witches!
But here my tale must stoop and bow,
Such words are far beyond her power;
To sing how Nannie leaped and kicked
(A supple youth she was, and strong);
And how Tom stood like one bewitched,
And thought his very eyes enriched;
Even Satan glowered, and fidgeted full of lust,
And jerked and blew with might and main;
Till first one caper, then another,
Tom lost his reason all together,
And roars out: ‘ Well done, short skirt! ’
And in an instant all was dark;
And scarcely had he Maggie rallied,
When out the hellish legion sallied.
As bees buzz out with angry wrath,
When plundering herds assail their hive;
As a wild hare’s mortal foes,
When, pop! she starts running before their nose;
As eager runs the market-crowd,
When ‘ Catch the thief! ’ resounds aloud:
So Maggie runs, the witches follow,
With many an unearthly scream and holler
Ah, Tom! Ah, Tom! You will get what's coming!
In hell they will roast you like a herring!
In vain your Kate awaits your coming !
Kate soon will be a woeful woman!
Now, do your speedy utmost, Meg,
And beat them to the key-stone of the bridge;
There, you may toss your tale at them,
A running stream they dare not cross!
But before the key-stone she could make,
She had to shake a tail at the fiend;
For Nannie, far before the rest,
Hard upon noble Maggie pressed,
And flew at Tam with furious aim;
But little was she Maggie’s mettle!
One spring brought off her master whole,
But left behind her own grey tail:
The witch caught her by the rump,
And left poor Maggie scarce a stump.
Now, who this tale of truth shall read,
Each man, and mother’s son, take heed:
Whenever to drink you are inclined,
Or short skirts run in your mind,
Think! you may buy joys over dear:
Remember Tam o’ Shanter’s mare.
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Cheer up Hesoutamylife bearhug. I feel that we are simmering, and a watched pot never boils! Keep taking joy from the work you do with children and pump the feeling up! KEEP the faith, can You feel it? party/