Yeah, same here! WXRT Chicago 'Saturday Morning Flashback' is a great show that features a different year 4 hrs. in a row, pretty eclectic, so I heard this chestnut this morning. Knew it was Poi, but never heard it before, and here I am 30 years later....
93 XRT. I was sooo there. Poi Dog at the bandshell with the Chicago Symphony. What a night that was! The city was on fire and Poi Dog put it over the top back then. Incredible time.
I'd never heard this. Wow, what a great song. Searing and driving, with that relentless, driving beat. Frank Orrall can give you such cheery, lighthearted fare and something as jarring and crackling as this song...perfect title for the loss of a mother in such horror. Everything about this tune is top shelf, fabulous!
Not underated, critics and fans love Frank & Co., just under the radar - as are a ton of great bands, which is OK, it means you can turn on others to your awesome taste... 🎤
God's Gallipoli Sloping head bent to wind as always. Slugging it out 'til the end, the boxer going over the top, in God's Gallipoli. Set me up Joe, body lean but mind obese, maple angel leaves once shifted in the trees when light was a truly wondrous thing. But now they crackle under my feet like the old life's longings of sailors once robust in b___ons and coats now just mud and bone and teeth beneath me. Grist for star dust, the bone crushing rock of ages. Cancer took the spring from my lover and gave us forever Autumn. No thoughtless smoke now, no blind drink. No idle lunches dreaming of a whole 'nother world of things. It's down to brass tacks and saline sacks, vincristin injections and early detections. Take me in one swoop God don't let me dwindle. I watched the light leave my mother's bed-sick eyes. She's so scared--once gone, I kissed her cheek, and the cold of her skin held on my lips. It's hard to think, "so this is how it ends?" stretched out on a bed sheet, sorting through a wreckage of regrets. Back in the ring now, with eye held just high enough to see the prize. Head bend forward at hip into wind as always. Slugging it out 'til the end, the boxer. Going over the top, in God's Gallipoli. You know the thing that haunts me the most are all those crystalline moments, where adrenalin and light filled my belly and head. And the moon winked as if to say yes. And I ran in the cold night and sweated and it felt good. And I could hit the nail on the head and drive that fucker home. Going over the top, in God's Gallipoli...
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PDP 40 years strong
Damn. I haven't heard this in over 20 years. What a flood of memories...Thievery Corporation helped jog my memory.
Yeah, same here! WXRT Chicago 'Saturday Morning Flashback' is a great show that features a different year 4 hrs. in a row, pretty eclectic, so I heard this chestnut this morning. Knew it was Poi, but never heard it before, and here I am 30 years later....
93 XRT. I was sooo there. Poi Dog at the bandshell with the Chicago Symphony. What a night that was! The city was on fire and Poi Dog put it over the top back then. Incredible time.
~This band is special~
I'd never heard this. Wow, what a great song. Searing and driving, with that relentless, driving beat. Frank Orrall can give you such cheery, lighthearted fare and something as jarring and crackling as this song...perfect title for the loss of a mother in such horror. Everything about this tune is top shelf, fabulous!
Grossly underrated band and talent it attracts
I think Frank O refused to play the record company game, and kept it local...so, never got the deserved exposure and recognition.
Not underated, critics and fans love Frank & Co., just under the radar - as are a ton of great bands, which is OK, it means you can turn on others to your awesome taste... 🎤
Love this song
amen
HOT 🔥
God's Gallipoli
Sloping head bent to wind as always.
Slugging it out 'til the end, the boxer
going over the top, in God's Gallipoli.
Set me up Joe, body lean but mind obese,
maple angel leaves once shifted in the trees
when light was a truly wondrous thing.
But now they crackle under my feet
like the old life's longings
of sailors once robust
in b___ons and coats now just mud and bone
and teeth beneath me.
Grist for star dust, the bone crushing rock of ages.
Cancer took the spring from my lover and gave us forever Autumn.
No thoughtless smoke now, no blind drink.
No idle lunches dreaming of a whole 'nother world of things.
It's down to brass tacks and saline sacks,
vincristin injections and early detections.
Take me in one swoop God don't let me dwindle.
I watched the light leave my mother's bed-sick eyes.
She's so scared--once gone, I kissed her cheek,
and the cold of her skin held on my lips.
It's hard to think, "so this is how it ends?"
stretched out on a bed sheet,
sorting through a wreckage of regrets.
Back in the ring now,
with eye held just high enough to see the prize.
Head bend forward at hip into wind as always.
Slugging it out 'til the end, the boxer.
Going over the top, in God's Gallipoli.
You know the thing that haunts me the most
are all those crystalline moments,
where adrenalin and light filled my belly and head.
And the moon winked as if to say yes.
And I ran in the cold night and sweated and it felt good.
And I could hit the nail on the head
and drive that fucker home.
Going over the top, in God's Gallipoli...
Saw them open for Robyn Hitchcock in 1989 at the New Ritz in NYC and have been hooked ever since.
All My X'z vida in TEjAXZ