Some forum veterans might recognise this song I wrote a couple of years ago.
I deployed my Hagström & Trio+ to ‘put some lipstick’ on it, although drew the line at trying to make this little piggy ‘squeal’
The occasional ‘miscue’ but good enough for a morbid dirge
Blurb from the original YT release:
Les jeux sont faits- rien ne va plus (no more bets), is the phrase the croupier says when spinning the roulette wheel. I believe it was coined by my fellow countryman James Joyce in Ulysses.
Ubi caritas (where there is charity) is from a Taizé chant
Stiller Has (Quiet Hare) is an arty Swiss cult band that sing in Bernese dialect “about the middle country, the middle classes, the poor, the mediocre. … Those that bitch about their fate, get drunk and get bitten in the butt by their own dog" (Wiki)- destined to obscurity due to their tiny potential audience.
This is my nod to the enjoyment they have provided me over the years.
My memories are fixed and faded
dimmed down eights on a cracked display
I measure faith and my lust for pleasure
confess my sins or join the fray?
crucifix and crooked croupier
both call on me- what to do
A last deep breath, I make my play
Les jeux sont faits- rien ne va plus
wheel starts spinning, win or lose
Jesus’, Satan’s faces smile
Will death come fast when die is cast?
Who’ll hold my hand for that last mile?
My friends upstairs prepare my feast
My friends below- my roast
Which side of yonder pearly gates
Will suit my soul the most?
Ubi caritas
Ubi caritas
Ubi dr Stiller Has
Ubi dr Stiller Has
Wo isch’r hie, dr fiesse Chüngl?
Irgendwo im’ne Loch im Gras
Ja am Füddle chanr mi gärn go biisse,
Är liit dahei ganz still im Grab.
Ubi, wo isch’r hi?
Ubi, ömu sicher nid hier
Ubi, wo chann’r si?
Ubi, was söll uus mir?