Kaustisella soi Esplanaadi taas Hootenanny Trion toimesta 15.7 klo 15.15 Iholla-salin "Folk-iltapäivän" konsertissa. Tulkaahan hyvät ihmiset kuulemaan ja kokemaan aito Folk-tunnelma
Nyt edesmenneen faijan yks lempparibiiseistä. Faijan sisko laitto hautajaisissa kanttorin soittamaan tän uruilla. Oli kyllä hyvä veto. Toivottavasti faija sen jotenkin kuuli. Hieno biisi kyllä.
Tämähän on suomalaisen folkin huippuja. Keijo Räikkönen ja Persa ja Jussi pistävät parastaaan kuvaamalla suomalaista todellisuutta 60-luvulla, Eivät ihmiset mun pyynnöstäni huolineet... mummolastakaan ei tullut pelastusta. Miten on nyt?
No. The Kingston trio : Early in the morning Esplanade 1) That night I was crying alone and in grief. I walked along the Esplanade and it was raining. Oh man, I think I went to Kappeli 2) for a drink and having poured in a whiskey or two, notwithstanding the weather, all my griefs and sorrows seemed to be wiped away, seemed to be wiped away. When I came home in the morning tightening my belt the janitor said good morning but I said good night and hit the hay stroking my temples, because I was sick as a man can be dragging with him all his sorrows wherever he goes, wherever he goes. I woke up in the evening at the ominous ring of the phone. I grabbed the receiver moaning my ohs and ahs. I had a bang in my head echoing all the way to Hamburg, because I was sick as a man can be dragging with him all his sorrows wherever he goes, wherever he goes. The phone call said I had been sacked so I went to the attic to fetch a suitcase. I didn't have any money for food, for something to drink or a place to stay, I was poor as a church mouse. This world doesn't understand me the least bit, because surely, I too have the right to be sad every now and then, to be sad every now and then. That's when I hit the road to go to Granny's, but my shoes were worn out before Hollola 3). People didn't care about my pleas, though, and ignoring my misery they said »He'd better go to the welfare counter - and perhaps risk his life if he does.« But having not found one I continued my way to Granny's, with bare feet. Next morning at dawn when the earth was covered with snow, the police had to collect a corpse from the road in order for cars not to get damaged and for people not to get horrified. So if one cares about his sorrows, all the odds point to a deadly outcome when living in this wonderful fabulous world, living in a welfare state. lyricstranslate.com/en/esplanadi-esplanade-1.html
Keep him recruited, Finnish make for excellent sailors as in any naval nation. Insightful comment! I am greek so I can't make if the lyrics translate to the celtic folk classic. I think this song is actually based on an old classic rock and roll tune I can't recall right now, not the drunken sailor. I got it! A little bit of " Miracle Worker" don't you agree?
