Et tu Brute?
He came to seize your berries not to praise them.
Friends, Romans, countrymen
lend me a beer.
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March 15, 2010 at 3:06 PM
At first I thought it said “Beware the Ideas of March.”
March 15, 2010 at 3:35 PM
Where’s the Lord Buckley version?
Where’s the Brother Dave Gardner version?
March 15, 2010 at 4:17 PM
Post ‘em.
March 15, 2010 at 5:59 PM
Postum? Cereal?
March 15, 2010 at 6:08 PM
So we’re back to starchy breakfast foods, my little piping-hot bowl of groats?
March 15, 2010 at 6:13 PM
John-O-Groats?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_o%27_Groats
Guano Boats?
http://www.flickr.com/photos/63721018@N00/2454966963
March 15, 2010 at 6:14 PM
Excuse me a moment while I “google” groats.
Be wary wary wquiet , I’m hunting wabbits!
March 15, 2010 at 6:33 PM
Oh! OK, you mean groats from oats! I just knew I was missing a complete breakfast without my daily recommended dosage of avenanthramotes!
March 15, 2010 at 7:51 PM
Lord Buckley (youtube unavailable)
(Cf. Julius Caesar, Act 3, Scene 2, lines 74-108)
Hipsters, flipsters, and finger-poppin’ daddies,
Knock me your lobes,
I came to lay Caesar out,
Not to hip you to him.
The bad jazz that a cat blows,
Wails long after he’s cut out.
The groovey is often stashed with their frames,
So don’t put Caesar down.
The swinging Brutus hath laid a story on you
That Caesar was hungry for power If it were so, it was a sad drag,
And sadly hath the Caesar cat answered it.
Here with a pass from Brutus and the other brass,
For Brutus is a worthy stud,
Yea, so are they all worthy studs,
Though their stallions never sleep.
I came to wail at Ceasar’s wake.
He was my buddy, and he leveled with me.
Yet Brutus digs that he has eyes for power,
And Brutus is a solid cat.
It is true he hath returned with many freaks in chains
And brought them home to Rome.
Yea, the looty was booty
And hipped the treasury well.
Dost thou dig that this was Caesar’s groove
For the putsch?
When the cats with the empty kicks hath copped out,
Yea, Caesar hath copped out, too,
And cried up a storm.
To be a world grabber a stiffer riff must be blown.
Without bread a stud can’t even rule an anthill.
Yet Brutus was swinging for the moon.
And, yea, Brutus is a worthy stud.
And all you cats were gassed on the Lupercal
When he came on like a king freak.
Three times I lay the wig on him,
And thrice did he put it down.
Was this the move of a greedy hipster?
Yet, Brutus said he dug the lick,
And, yes, a hipper cat has never blown.
Some claim that Brutus’ story was a gag.
But I dug the story was solid.
I came here to blow.
Now, stay cool while I blow.
You all dug him once
Because you were hipped that he was solid
How can you now come on so square
Now that he’s tapped out of this world.
City Hall is flipped
And swung to a drunken zoo
And all of you cats are goofed to wig city.
Dig me hard.
My ticker is in the coffin there with Caesar,
And, yea, I must stay cool til it flippeth back to me.
From Lord Buckley In Concert, Demon Verbals
Transcribed by EARL RIVERS
March 15, 2010 at 8:10 PM
Bosco is one cool cat for hipping us to that scene, it’s way out man, I dug it deep, and that ain’t no jive clive.
March 15, 2010 at 8:35 PM
… So don’t put Caesar down.
Adorable.
March 16, 2010 at 5:42 AM
The Brother Dave Gardner version is unavailable as free gratis. It’s similar, but with shades of Phil Harris.
March 16, 2010 at 7:44 AM
Boatdog, that was the best response to my post possible. Ever. It was, in fact, * perfect. *
March 16, 2010 at 10:26 AM
Aww shucks, thank you. I recently saw a TV show involving John O Groats, which was the only reason I knew that place. ….and my sweet’ loving sister used to call me “Johno Guano,” so my response just kind of came naturally.
March 16, 2010 at 10:58 AM
Didn’t know the back story, but knew it hadda to have come naturally which was sort of the free-associative silliness beauty part. If ya know what I mean.
Also, way to get in nice pic of beautiful sailing boats.