Parting Glass - Lyrics and Chords - & rats drinking whiskey

I had the beautiful classic Ronnie Drew song "Parting Glass" in my head last week, so I plucked out this version:

Since many of the chords I found online were unsatisfying, here are the chords as I'm playing above if anyone wants to use this version:

Emin  G  C  G                        Emin        D 

Of all the money that e'er I spent 

G                        Emin          G    D 

I've spent it in good company 

Emin  G  C  G                       Emin       D 

And all the harm that ever I did 

Emin  C  G       D       Emin 

Alas it was to none but me 

         G  C  G                         G  C  G 

And all I've done for want of wit 

Gsus  G          Emin         G             D 

To memory now I can't recall 

Emin  G   C  G             Emin         D 

So fill to me the parting glass 

Emin               C       G   D           Emin 

Good night and joy be with you all

If I had money enough to spend 

And leisure time to sit awhile 

There is a fair maid in town 

That sorely has my heart beguiled 

Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips 

I own she has my heart enthralled 

So fill to me the parting glass 

Good night and joy be with you all

Oh, all the comrades that e'er I had 

They're sorry for my going away 

And all the sweethearts that e'er I had 

They'd wish me one more day to stay 

But since it falls unto my lot 

That I should rise and you softly call 

So fill to me the parting glass 

Good night and joy be with you all

Furthermore, here's a video of my rats cuddling in my lap & drinking my manhattan:

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Department of Rats: Blake le Rat's first Facebook cause page

I couldn't figure out how to make a "pet page" on facebooks for our pet rats, Blake le Rat & Doggy Rat. (I've heard of many people creating facebook pages for their dogs, &c., but there's no easy way to do it. Even Mark Zuckerberg's dog, Beast, has his own page, but he's listed as a "public figure." Why don't they just make "dog" or "pet" or "animal" or "rat" as options?)
Anyway, so instead, I created a "cause" page for Blake le Rat's issue of her lifetime: getting on floor. If you support this cause, I encourage you to "like" her page. The argument of this movement is summed up in the opening lines of the song The Manna Tease wrote for her, "It's a Snoopy Snoopy Poop Doggy Ratty Rat World":

She wants to get on floor, but she's not allowed on floor.
She wants to go explore, but floor could lead to door.
Blake le Rat, you're curious as a dolphin.
You're just a rat, but the world is in your tiny hand.

Pure poetry, and now she has a cause: FLOOR.

It's a Snoopy Snoopy Poop Doggy Ratty Rat World - The Manna Tease

Earlier this March on Fox News, pundit & former Senator Alan Simpson (R-WY) made the following comment about kids these days:

If they care at all about their children or grandchildren, and sometimes I doubt that – I think, you know, grandchildren now don’t write a thank-you for the Christmas presents, they’re walking on their pants with the cap on backwards listening to the enema man and Snoopy Snoopy Poop Dogg, and they don’t like them!

In our apartment, we have two pet rats, Doggy & Blakey. We already sing to little Doggy the Snoop Dogg songs "Doggy Dogg World" & "Gin & Juice" (with the lyric altered to "Scoop Doggy Dog" for purposes of scooping her up) from his classic 2001 album Doggystyle. Simpson's brilliant remark, tho, inspired the following song to sing to our rebellious rats, who just won't do what their elders want them to do. And dropping like a poop, it's the FIRST MANNA TEASE SINGLE, "It's a Snoopy Snoopy Poop Doggy Ratty Rat World!"



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Here are the lyrics & chords:

It’s a Snoopy Snoopy Poop Doggy Ratty Rat World

G F# bmin
Scoop!

C D emin
She wants to get on floor, but she’s not allowed on floor!
C D emin
She wants to go explore, but floor could lead to door.
amin C/D G E7
Blake le Rat, you’re curious as a dolphin.
amin C/D G Cmaj7
You’re just a rat, but the world is in your tiny hand.

G F# bmin

Scoop! It’s Blakey!!

G F# bmin

Scoop! It’s Doggy!!

emin D Cmaj7 amin7/D G F# bmin

It’s a Snoopy Snoopy Poop Doggy Ratty Rat World!

She’s snuggly & she’s small, she’s cuddly as a doll.
She’ll welcome my caresses with little doggy kisses.
Doggy Rat, stop drinking my wine!
You’re just a rat, but you’re drunk & feelin’ pretty damn fine.

G F# bmin

Scoop! It’s Doggy!!

G F# bmin

Scoop! It’s Blakey!!

emin D Cmaj7 amin7/D G bmin7

It’s a Snoopy Snoopy Poop Doggy Ratty Rat World!

emin D Cmaj7 amin7/D G F# bmin

It’s a Snoopy Snoopy Poop Doggy Ratty Rat World!

Scoop! It’s Blakey!! &c...

© The Manna Tease 2011

UPDATE! Here's a live video, from Adobe Books, July 8th, 2011.

Sacred Crèche

Happy Christmas, world! While I cook chinese food with some jewish friends, I'll offer you a new "sacred song" poem:

Sacred Crèche

A half dozen young geese clumped behind their mother,
Out in the duck pond behind the watering trough.
It’s cold, but they haven’t flown North:
Certain meteorological events have kept them from flying off,
So they cuddle in the dark, bodies close to each other.

Maureen Dowd announces it in the New York Times:
Her brother Kevin owns about seventeen Christmas crèches,
Hundreds less than some collectors’ collections, & for what it’s worth,
A child is born, the wings of a swallow, the little wishing fishes,
And all the other animals for which the rappers know no rhymes.

There’s two rats in my nursery,
So much incense, & other useless gifts for a baby,
Several unexpected human guests, uninvited, and others missing:
My midwife is imprisoned at the airport in St. Louis,
And the bridegroom & his beloved are in Vegas for their millennial anniversary.

The geese stretch their pinions to the four winds,
Take to the night, & fly into the east star.
Their take-off ripple in the duck pond freezes like an old man reminiscing.
Take to the night in Phaethon’s stolen car:
Just six friends on a sacred joyride, six friends, a means & no ends.

Maureen Dowd calls me on a two-way radio.
We rent out billboard space in Times Square
To advertise the the dawn with the world’s largest ultrasound.
Meanwhile, in a cave owned by an exiled billionaire,
In relative anonymity, a booby bird makes a nest out of guano.

There’s two rats in my nursery,
Joined by the widowed mother goose,
While bankers watch their stocks, all seated on the ground.
Since antiquity, the rats have had nothing to lose.
Their story is a universal story, a cursory, unmiraculous story.

Cocktail de Blake le Rat: Recette

This is a special recipe for a Blake le Rat Margarita I just mixoligized:

3 ice cubes

1 ½ part gold tequila

1 part triple sec

2 part pear nectar

½ fresh squeezed lime

½ fresh squeezed lemon

Stir. Pour into a Pompadour coupe.

I recommend drinking it while listening to Paul McCartney's song "Band on the Run."

Speaking of pairing booze, here's a link to my older brother suggesting beer pairings:

http://www.kcra.com/video/26107225/detail.html

Lizard-Pumpkin-Fish-Man & also "Ahappylypse"

Here's some gratuitous pictures of my cute new pet rat, Blake le Rat. She's growing everyday. Her interests include sunflower seeds, carrots, sleeping during the day, exploring & cuddling. Her dislikes include cats, Nirvana, player-haters, cats, & being picked up by the tail.

Two recent dreams deserve mention, get out your dream interpreting manuals! First, I dreamt I met a being called Lizard-Pumpkin-Fish-Man. He told me some would consider his form to be a punishment for the extra powers he stole. Others would consider his form to be a REWARD for the powers he stole. But he warned me, those are narrow-minded gray-scale readings of his situation, his Lizard-Pumpkin-Fish-Man form is the RESULT of the powers he stole. Then he explained that some would consider his form to be unattractive, and therefore a drawback for sleeping with hot women. But with his powers, he can take the most attractive female humans and TURN THEM INTO Lizard-Pumpkin-Fish-Women to be his concubines.

Last night's dream was about an enormous party in New York City thrown by Evangelical Christians, who had gathered there en mass to celebrate a positive apocalypse they had scheduled, which they called "Ahappylypse." They tried to throw it for millions of people to be converted & saved (& Jesus would do the rest). But no one came, so Ahappylypse was a total bust, & there was ridiculous amounts of food leftover. (Sort of a catering-inspired dream, really.) Stephen Colbert was there, & the Christians were mad at him for not bringing his followers, & he was like, I don't bring them everywhere I go, & now I'm going to make fun of you on television.

Describing your dreams is a tricky artform, I hope I've kept them entertaining.