Victims Of Noah

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Six Ribbons

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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)

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