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I always like this line from that song

Johnny Turk he was waiting, he'd primed himself well. He shower'd us with bullets,
And he rained us with shell. And in five minutes flat, he'd blown us all to hell
Nearly blew us right back to Australia.


No bitterness no hatred. It was a horrible situation. The Turks suffered just as much as we did fighting a war, neither of us understood.

Perhaps best summed up by this astoundingly simple but beautiful inscription on a Turkish war memorial

"Those heroes that shed their blood and lost their lives... you are now lying in the soil of a friendly country. Therefore rest in peace. There is no difference between the Johnnies and the Mehmets where they lie side by side here in this country of ours... You the mothers who sent their sons from far away countries, wipe away your tears. Your sons are now lying in our bosom and are in peace. Having lost their lives on this land they have become our sons as well."

I always get something in my eye when I read this


Had to quote you in full because I couldn't snip it.


While you were typing that post I was trying to explain to Audible Click (US American) but I can't describe the phenomena properly myself. I'm hoping that your post will do the job much better.

I just have to get something out of my own eye.


Coo-ee to Sideroxylon. Thinkin' of ya, Cobber.
 
Well rattle my dags!


Now yer sound like a bloody Kiwi. :D




The Man From Ironbark
by Andrew Barton (Banjo) Patterson



It was the man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town,
He wandered over street and park, he wandered up and down.
He loitered here, he loitered there, till he was like to drop,
Until at last in sheer despair he sought a barber's shop.
"'Ere! shave my beard and whiskers off, I'll be a man of mark,
I'll go and do the Sydney toff up home in Ironbark."

The barber man was small and flash, as barbers mostly are,
He wore a strike-your-fancy sash, he smoked a huge cigar;
He was a humorist of note and keen at repartee,
He laid the odds and kept a "tote", whatever that may be,
And when he saw our friend arrive, he whispered, "Here's a lark!
Just watch me catch him all alive, this man from Ironbark."

There were some gilded youths that sat along the barber's wall.
Their eyes were dull, their heads were flat, they had no brains at all;
To them the barber passed the wink, his dexter eyelid shut,
"I'll make this bloomin' yokel think his bloomin' throat is cut."
And as he soaped and rubbed it in he made a rude remark:
"I s'pose the flats is pretty green up there in Ironbark."

A grunt was all reply he got; he shaved the bushman's chin,
Then made the water boiling hot and dipped the razor in.
He raised his hand, his brow grew black, he paused awhile to gloat,
Then slashed the red-hot razor-back across his victim's throat:
Upon the newly-shaven skin it made a livid mark -
No doubt it fairly took him in - the man from Ironbark.

He fetched a wild up-country yell might wake the dead to hear,
And though his throat, he knew full well, was cut from ear to ear,
He struggled gamely to his feet, and faced the murd'rous foe:
"You've done for me! you dog, I'm beat! one hit before I go!
I only wish I had a knife, you blessed murdering shark!
But you'll remember all your life the man from Ironbark."

He lifted up his hairy paw, with one tremendous clout
He landed on the barber's jaw, and knocked the barber out.
He set to work with nail and tooth, he made the place a wreck;
He grabbed the nearest gilded youth, and tried to break his neck.
And all the while his throat he held to save his vital spark,
And "Murder! Bloody murder!" yelled the man from Ironbark.

A peeler man who heard the din came in to see the show;
He tried to run the bushman in, but he refused to go.
And when at last the barber spoke, and said "'Twas all in fun—
'Twas just a little harmless joke, a trifle overdone."
"A joke!" he cried, "By George, that's fine; a lively sort of lark;
I'd like to catch that murdering swine some night in Ironbark."

And now while round the shearing floor the list'ning shearers gape,
He tells the story o'er and o'er, and brags of his escape.
"Them barber chaps what keeps a tote, By George, I've had enough,
One tried to cut my bloomin' throat, but thank the Lord it's tough."
And whether he's believed or no, there's one thing to remark,
That flowing beards are all the go way up in Ironbark.


- The Bulletin, 17 December 1892.
​
 
I assume you know how that song affects Australians.

I'll bet not one of us can watch that without tearing up.


Thanks Cobber.


When are you coming over for a beer? Make it soon :)

I always like this line from that song

Johnny Turk he was waiting, he'd primed himself well. He shower'd us with bullets,
And he rained us with shell. And in five minutes flat, he'd blown us all to hell
Nearly blew us right back to Australia.


No bitterness no hatred. It was a horrible situation. The Turks suffered just as much as we did fighting a war, neither of us understood.

Perhaps best summed up by this astoundingly simple but beautiful inscription on a Turkish war memorial

"Those heroes that shed their blood and lost their lives... you are now lying in the soil of a friendly country. Therefore rest in peace. There is no difference between the Johnnies and the Mehmets where they lie side by side here in this country of ours... You the mothers who sent their sons from far away countries, wipe away your tears. Your sons are now lying in our bosom and are in peace. Having lost their lives on this land they have become our sons as well."

I always get something in my eye when I read this
And both of those made me cry too!
 
It's a strange world, isn't it?


PS Still writing. I got a bit sidetracked :)
Heh. I cry at poignant tv commercials. Doesn't take much to rachet up my waterworks. And there's something universal about sad, pointless deaths. And, while I'm sure there's evidence to the contrary aplenty out there, and I'm sure somebody will show it to me, it does strike me that Turkey has made a deliberate political choice (as a nation), to try to stay on the high road most of the last century.

PS I'll wait. ;)
 
I cry at the Qantas commercials with the Children's Choir all over different places and Peter Allen's "Still Call Australia Home" as the song. That song gets to me.


I vaguely remember something about Peter Allen being mentioned in this very thread, and there may have even been a link to the song you mention in between the shirt and the album covers. I thought there was little music clip the end of it featuring an even better song.


Why, yes, here it is just here.




Peter Allen - Australian Singer/Songwriter 1944-1992



Born Peter Richard Woolnough on 10 February 1944 in the New South Wales country town of Tenterfield, Peter grew up in nearby Armidale and began his career there when he was 11, singing in the local pub. His grandfather George Woolnough was the Tenterfield saddler later referred to in the song of that name, whilst his father hit the grog after coming home from WWII and eventually did himself in while Peter was quite young.


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Peter Allen​


He taught himself piano, quit school at age 14 and the following year, in Surfers Paradise, created The Allen Brothers with Chris Bell. Their first major appearance was on the Australian musical variety show Bandstand in 1959.

In 1961 they had a local hit single with My Secret and embarked on a tour of the Far East. During this tour Peter came to the attention of Judy Garland's husband, Mark Herron, while the 'brothers' were performing in Hong Kong. He was invited perform with Judy in both London and the United States. Miss Garland introduced Peter to her daughter, Liza Minnelli, and the two became engaged.

How cool is that for a country boy who taught himself to play the piano?

The Allen Brothers made their American debut at the Diplomat Hotel in Miami in December 1964, and they moved to New York semi-permanently. For the rest of the 1960s, they appeared in clubs around the U.S., notably at the various Playboy Clubs.

After a lengthy engagement, Allen and Minnelli married on March 3, 1967. They should have made it longer. For reasons that will become increasingly obvious, it was never gonna end well.

Peter became part of a large, internationally-known group of singer-songwriters prevalent in the early 1970s as well as becoming involved in writing more commercial music. While he was working for wages at Metromedia Records, he co-wrote Jennifer with Carole Bayer Sager. The song became a Top 40 hit in the Autumn of 1971 and Metromedia signed Peter to record his own album. An eponymous album was released in 1971, and 1972 along came Tenterfield Saddler.

Somewhat unfortunately, by this time Peter and Liza had separated, finally divorcing in July, 1974. He was teh Ghey, you see, so it was always doomed. It wasn't easy in those days, and it's a pity he felt so constrained by the need to 'keep up appearances'. Bummer.

Anyway, after his initial successes he was signed by A&M Records, and released a third album, Continental American. In 1976 came Taught by Experts, which featured The More I See You, a song also covered reasonably by that Sinatra dude. Not a patch on our Peter's version though. ;)


Some other highlights of this period were:

♫ He wrote Don't Cry Out Loud which was recorded by Melissa Manchester.

♫ He wrote I'd Rather Leave While I'm In Love, which was recorded by Rita Coolidge.

♫ I Go to Rio, another of Peter's songs, was a hit in America for the band Pablo Cruise.

♫ Peter wrote his biggest hit I Honestly Love You which he co-wrote with Jeff Barry and which became a major hit in 1974 for Olivia Newton-John.

ONJ's single reached number one in the United States and Canada and won two Grammy Awards, for Record of the Year and Best Female Pop Vocal Performance for Newton-John. Take that, you Livvy Bashers™. She are good, albeit a little ditzy.​

♫ Peter was top-of-the-bill at Radio City Music Hall, where he danced with the Rockettes and rode a camel whilst performing I Go to Rio.
As one does.​


In 1981 Carole Bayer Sager, Burt Bacharach and Christopher Cross needed to write a theme song for the film comedy Arthur and CB-S contributed some lines from a song she co-wrote with Peter some time previously. When you get caught between the moon and New York City. thus became part of the chorus of Arthur's Theme which topped the charts for Cross in Autumn 1981 and won Peter and his fellow songwriters the Academy Award for best song.

But he was just getting warmed up! During the 1980s:


♫ Peter performed before Queen Elizabeth II in 1980 at The Sydney Opera House

♫ He sang and danced for Prince Charles and Princess Diana, once in Melbourne and again in Sydney for the opening of The Sydney Entertainment Centre, where he first wore the most fabulous shirt in the history of everything. Check it out!​


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Made of 100% Australian Win!​



♫ Peter performed at the 1980 Australian Rules Grand Final in Melbourne before commencing the hugely successful Up In One concert tour.

♫ When Australia won The America's Cup, he flew to Perth to sing before an audience of 100,000.

♫ He opened for Frank Sinatra in 1988 at Sanctuary Cove, Queensland.

♫ He also appeared at the celebrations of the 30th Anniversary of Disneyland.

♫ In 1990 he recorded his final album, Making Every Moment Count, which featured Melissa Manchester and Harry Connick Jr.

One of the songs from this album became popular through its use in television commercials, initially for National Panasonic® and then after 1988 for Qantas Airlines® It was titled I Still Call Australia Home​


From the 1970s to 1984 Peter had a long-time companion and lover, Gregory Connell, who was a fashion model from Texas and the designer of the sound and lights for Peter's shows as well as performing as a backup singer. Connell died from an AIDS-related illness in September 1984 at their home in California.

Shortly before his own death from an AIDS-related throat cancer, Peter gave his last performance in Sydney on 26 January (Australia Day) 1992. His ashes were scattered at sea.



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That's a lot of records​


A stage musical based on Peter's life, titled The Boy from Oz opened in Australia in 1998. Using his largely autobiographical songs, the production starred Todd McKenney as Peter and Christina Amphlett of the Divinyls as Judy Garland. In 2003, the musical opened on Broadway, becoming the first Australian musical ever to be performed there. In this production Allen was played by Hugh Jackman, who won a Tony Award for his portrayal in 2004. Jackman performed this role again two years later when the show toured large arenas in Australia.


A fabulous life.



Tenterfield Saddler​
​

The late George Woolnough
Worked on High Street
Lived on Manors
52 years, he sat on his veranda
And made his saddles
And if you had questions
'Bout sheep or flowers or dogs
You just asked the saddler
He lived without sin
They're building a library for him

Time is a traveller
Tenterfield saddler
Turn your head
Ride again Jackaroo
Think I see kangaroo up ahead

The son of George Woolnough
Went off and got married
And had a war baby
But something was wrong
And it's easier to drink than go crazy
And if there were questions about why
The end was so sad
Well, George had no answers
About why a son
Ever has need of a gun

Time is a traveller
Tenterfield saddler
Turn your head
Ride again Jackaroo
Think I see kangaroo up ahead

The grandson of George
Has been all around the world
And lives no special place
Changed his last name
And he married a girl
With an interesting face
He'd almost forgotten them both
Because in this life that he leads
There's nowhere for George and his library
Or the son with his gun to belong
Except in this song

Time is a traveller
Tenterfield saddler
Turn your head
Ride again Jackaroo
Think I see kangaroo up ahead

Time is a meddler
Tenterfield saddler
Make your bed
Fly away cockatoo
Down on the ground
Emu up ahead

Time is a taleteller
Tenterfield saddler
Turn your head
Ride again Jackaroo
Think I see kangaroo up ahead

Time is a taleteller
Tenterfield saddler
Turn your head
Ride again Jackaroo
Think I see kangaroo up ahead
​
​
​
- Peter Allen, Australian​




​






Yeah, he's OK.

;)



Cheers,

Dave
 
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I get all sentimental over "Tenterfield Saddler', too. I like that song.
 
♫ Peter wrote his biggest hit I Honestly Love You which he co-wrote with Jeff Barry and which became a major hit in 1974 for Olivia Newton-John.

This caught my eye. If anyone is interested Jeff Barry wrote virtually all the songs for the Archies, a lot of hits for the Monkees, and at least three hit records for Neil Diamond
 
Now yer sound like a bloody Kiwi. :D




The Man From Ironbark
by Andrew Barton (Banjo) Patterson



It was the man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town,
He wandered over street and park, he wandered up and down.
He loitered here, he loitered there, till he was like to drop,
Until at last in sheer despair he sought a barber's shop.
"'Ere! shave my beard and whiskers off, I'll be a man of mark,
I'll go and do the Sydney toff up home in Ironbark."

The barber man was small and flash, as barbers mostly are,
He wore a strike-your-fancy sash, he smoked a huge cigar;
He was a humorist of note and keen at repartee,
He laid the odds and kept a "tote", whatever that may be,
And when he saw our friend arrive, he whispered, "Here's a lark!
Just watch me catch him all alive, this man from Ironbark."

There were some gilded youths that sat along the barber's wall.
Their eyes were dull, their heads were flat, they had no brains at all;
To them the barber passed the wink, his dexter eyelid shut,
"I'll make this bloomin' yokel think his bloomin' throat is cut."
And as he soaped and rubbed it in he made a rude remark:
"I s'pose the flats is pretty green up there in Ironbark."

A grunt was all reply he got; he shaved the bushman's chin,
Then made the water boiling hot and dipped the razor in.
He raised his hand, his brow grew black, he paused awhile to gloat,
Then slashed the red-hot razor-back across his victim's throat:
Upon the newly-shaven skin it made a livid mark -
No doubt it fairly took him in - the man from Ironbark.

He fetched a wild up-country yell might wake the dead to hear,
And though his throat, he knew full well, was cut from ear to ear,
He struggled gamely to his feet, and faced the murd'rous foe:
"You've done for me! you dog, I'm beat! one hit before I go!
I only wish I had a knife, you blessed murdering shark!
But you'll remember all your life the man from Ironbark."

He lifted up his hairy paw, with one tremendous clout
He landed on the barber's jaw, and knocked the barber out.
He set to work with nail and tooth, he made the place a wreck;
He grabbed the nearest gilded youth, and tried to break his neck.
And all the while his throat he held to save his vital spark,
And "Murder! Bloody murder!" yelled the man from Ironbark.

A peeler man who heard the din came in to see the show;
He tried to run the bushman in, but he refused to go.
And when at last the barber spoke, and said "'Twas all in fun—
'Twas just a little harmless joke, a trifle overdone."
"A joke!" he cried, "By George, that's fine; a lively sort of lark;
I'd like to catch that murdering swine some night in Ironbark."

And now while round the shearing floor the list'ning shearers gape,
He tells the story o'er and o'er, and brags of his escape.
"Them barber chaps what keeps a tote, By George, I've had enough,
One tried to cut my bloomin' throat, but thank the Lord it's tough."
And whether he's believed or no, there's one thing to remark,
That flowing beards are all the go way up in Ironbark.


- The Bulletin, 17 December 1892.
​

Thanks."Rattle your dags" is an Aussie expression,according to Kylie Minogue.
 
Thanks."Rattle your dags" is an Aussie expression,according to Kylie Minogue.


Sorry mate, and I should have been clearer. The word of Saint Kylie of Erinsborough is Gospel, as you know, and she is of course correct. As far as I know the expression is common to us both, and my response was meant to be a shot across the bows of Aotearoa.

As penance for my inaccuracy, I'll post 'The Geebung Polo Club' for you shortly.


:)

Cheers Cobber.
 
I get all sentimental over "Tenterfield Saddler', too. I like that song.


The Peter Allen story above took me the longest time of any post in this thread so far to create because I was bawling my eyes out the whole time I was typing it up and making the pictures.

I still can't look at it without choking up. I'm not a powerful writer, by any stretch, so it's all down to Peter's magic, which will endure for many, many years.


♫ Peter wrote his biggest hit I Honestly Love You which he co-wrote with Jeff Barry and which became a major hit in 1974 for Olivia Newton-John.

This caught my eye. If anyone is interested Jeff Barry wrote virtually all the songs for the Archies, a lot of hits for the Monkees, and at least three hit records for Neil Diamond


If anyone is interested? Maaaate!

Article on Jeff coming soon.


:)
 
The Peter Allen story above took me the longest time of any post in this thread so far to create because I was bawling my eyes out the whole time I was typing it up and making the pictures.

I think you did just fine actually. I would never consider myself a fan of Peter Allen's music. I prefer stuff a bit more edgy. But I have extreme respect for how he handled himself.

To his dying day he was an extremely proud Australian, and could always be called on to perform back home a charity perfromance.

Perhaps more important, he showed Australians we could be just as sophisticated and talented as anyone else in the world. At the time we had people like Helen Reddy, who could not shake of her Australian roots fast enough. Or films like Bazza McKenzie, that did little more than make us appear as beer drinking ogres who terrorise the English.

And Peter understood this. In the song "I still call Australia home" There is a line that stands out like a beacon to all Australians

All the sons and daughters spinning 'round the world
Away from their families and friends


And there are literally 100,000 expatriot Australians scattered all over the world. And unlike people from many nations I have encountered, I have never met an Australian who didn't think about the day they would come home.

There is an old saying "Home is where the heart is" Peter, for all his fame and adventures never made any secret where his heart called him too
 
Sorry mate, and I should have been clearer. The word of Saint Kylie of Erinsborough is Gospel, as you know, and she is of course correct. As far as I know the expression is common to us both, and my response was meant to be a shot across the bows of Aotearoa.

As penance for my inaccuracy, I'll post 'The Geebung Polo Club' for you shortly.


:)

Cheers Cobber.

We'd better not go into the meaning of "rattle your dags."
 
All the sons and daughters spinning 'round the world
Away from their families and friends


That was a very touching post, MG, and there's nothing I can add to it, however, you present me with an opportunity to point out that there are no articles planned on the activities of that . . . woman.

She makes my skin crawl and my stomach turn. Blech.

She/it is not an Australian.

Yuck.

Bazza did us few favours, but at least he was . . . risable.

That other creature you mentioned is a disgrace.

Eeyew.



ETA:

Horrible. Disgusting.
 
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We'd better not go into the meaning of "rattle your dags."


Actually, it's a really good-natured jibe in Oz. You could safely say, "Geeze you're a dag sometimes, Mum". She wouldn't bat an eyelid.

I'd put it on about par with 'Silly Sausage'


Unlike more cutting insults, such as, "You remind me of H______ R______."

That would be a mortal insult, and nothing short of a duel would settle the matter.


Yuck! Now I have to go and have a shower, because I've typed its initials out.

I think I'm going to chunder.
 
Actually, it's a really good-natured jibe in Oz. You could safely say, "Geeze you're a dag sometimes, Mum". She wouldn't bat an eyelid.

I'd put it on about par with 'Silly Sausage'


Unlike more cutting insults, such as, "You remind me of H______ R______."

That would be a mortal insult, and nothing short of a duel would settle the matter.


Yuck! Now I have to go and have a shower, because I've typed its initials out.

I think I'm going to chunder.

If I'd have called my Mam a clinker,I would have suffered the consequences.
 

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