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Originally posted by Anna View Postthe Middlesbrough composer is, of course Hereward Hilken Swain Kaye
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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Anna
Originally posted by Caliban View PostOf course...
Also he was a Flying Pickett. I don't know this, Mr. Google told me, so it must be true!!
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Northender
You prefer 'songwriter' to 'composer' in the case of the chaps from Middlesbrough and Baltimore.
The reference to the G&S song was intended to lead you, via 'infernal' to 'The Road To Hell' )
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Originally posted by Northender View Postvia 'infernal' to 'The Road To Hell'
I was looking at Chris Rea when you first posted the clue but couldn't see that, although it was looking me in the face. His sort of music tempts one to suicide.Pacta sunt servanda !!!
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Northender
Chris Rea, born in Middlesbrough, wrote and performed 'The Road To Hell'. (I've just had to chide somebody else on another thread for being rude about The Eagles...honestly, some people! )
You're also looking for a video release and the penultimate scene of an opera where somebody gets his comeuppance. Then it's a case of Pythonesque parrots, so to speak (the blues are Norwegian).
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I was just about to reply to Anna when her message disappeared <poof>
It was Python, Anna - the Bruces!
Immanuel Kant was a real pissant who was very rarely stable.
Heideggar, Heideggar was a boozy beggar who could think you under the table.
David Hume could out-consume Wilhelm Freidrich Hegel.
And Wittgenstein was a beery swine who was just as sloshed as Schegel.
There's nothing Nietzche couldn't teach 'ya 'bout the raising of the wrist.
Socrates, himself, was permanently pissed.
John Stewart Mill, of his own free will
On half a pint of shandy was particularly ill.
Plato they say could stick it away,
Half a crate of whisky every day.
Aristotle, Aristotle was a bugger for the bottle,
Hobbes was fond of his dram.
And Rene Descartes was a drunken fart.
"I drink, therefore I am."
Yes, Socrates, himself, is particularly missed;
A lovely little thinker, but a bugger when he's pissed.Pacta sunt servanda !!!
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Northender
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Anna
Originally posted by Flay View PostI was just about to reply to Anna when her message disappeared <poof>
Originally posted by Flay View PostYou should leave your faux pas for us, Anna, so we can arrogantly correct them.
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Northender
Go on ... think of a REALLY famous Salzburg-born composer who consigned one of his characters to you-know-where...
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Northender
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