Slim Dusty a true blue Aussie icon and well respected fair dinkum bloke died this mornning at 9:10am
Matilda No More
Slim Dusty 1927 - 2003
It is with much sadness that we mourn the passing of a true Australian legend, Slim Dusty.
After a lengthy and private battle with cancer, Slim Dusty died at home at 9.10am today in the company of his wife and soulmate Joy McKean and his two children, Anne and David.
In memorandom:
A Pub With No Beer
Oh it’s-a lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night we’ll hear the wild dingoes call
But there’s-a nothing so lonesome, morbid or drear
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer
Now the publican’s anxious for the quota to come
And there’s a far away look on the face of the bum
The maids gone all cranky and the cook’s acting queer
Oh what a terrible place is a pub with no beer
Then the stockman rides up with his dry dusty throat
He breasts up to the bar and pulls a wad from his coat
But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer
As the barman says sadly the pub’s got no beer
Then the swaggie comes in smothered in dust and flies
He throws down his roll and rubs the sweat from his eyes
But when he is told, he says what’s this I hear
I’ve trudged fifty flamin’ miles to a pub with no beer
Now there’s a dog on the v’randa for his master he waits
But the boss is inside drinking wine with his mates
He hurries for cover and he cringes in fear
It’s no place for a dog ’round a pub with no beer
And old Billy the blacksmith, the first time in his life
Why he’s gone home cold sober to his darling wife
He walks in the kitchen, she says you’re early Bill, dear
But then he breaks down and tells her the pubs got no beer
Oh it’s hard to believe that there’s customers still
But the money’s still tinkling in the old ancient till
The wine buffs are happy and I know there sincere
When they say they don’t care if the pub’s got no beer
So it’s-a lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night we’ll hear the wild dingoes call
But there’s-a nothing so lonesome, morbid or drear
Than to stand in the bar of that pub with-a no beer
I saw that programme Mish Mash. Like I’ve been saying, there’s a time and a place. Live on national TV is not the time or the place. That brain dead, set jewellery, apologised for having a baby?!?! What an imbecile.
September 17, 2003 at 07:22
in reply to: Slang#8690
Aussie colloquialism
I had a dogs eye covered in dead horse and ripped off this balltearer horse and cart that came from Ned Kelly. The cheese and kisses just flipped her lid. I said, I pay Jack and Jill and I’m the pitch and toss of this teaddy bear. With that I hit the frog and toad for the rubbity dub and had a couple of cuff links.
Translation
I had a pie covered in sauce a did an awesome fart that came from the belly. The missus’ (wife) just went crazy. I said, I pay the bills and I’m the boss of this lair. With that I went down the road to the pub for a couple of drinks.
:lol:
September 17, 2003 at 03:24
in reply to: Slang#8688
I appreciate any forms of art as long as it’s original, meaning and from the heart not the pocket or just to impress. Piercings.. well thought about it but I don’t have the balls. lol. no punn intended.
“Art” comes in many forms, nature is my favourite. 8)
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