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A baker’s dozen of brilliant entries were presented at the Parody competition. Parodies were based on a large variety of traditional and contemporary works such as Drover’s Dream , Patriot Game, and writers Frank The Poet (Francis MacNamara) and Paterson while topics ranged from sensitive to satirical send-ups and covered current politicians with their actions and policies, sex and genders, mumblers and twister sisters, Fairwork and John Dengate himself; with subjects handled both seriously and hilariously.
Chris Woodland helped me adjudicate and although it was no easy task, we selected John Turbridy’s parody. He was awarded the prestigious mug for his parody based on the 1762 song about the fight for equal rights of the common-man and woman. John brought the words up to date with comment on financial fiasco and bank frauds with people’s funds.
A baker’s dozen of brilliant entries were presented at the Parody competition. Parodies were based on a large variety of traditional and contemporary works such as Drover’s Dream , Patriot Game, and writers Frank The Poet (Francis MacNamara) and Paterson while topics ranged from sensitive to satirical send-ups and covered current politicians with their actions and policies, sex and genders, mumblers and twister sisters, Fairwork and John Dengate himself; with subjects handled both seriously and hilariously.
Chris Woodland helped me adjudicate and although it was no easy task, we selected John Turbridy’s parody. He was awarded the prestigious mug for his parody based on the 1762 song about the fight for equal rights of the common-man and woman. John brought the words up to date with comment on financial fiasco and bank frauds with people’s funds.
It was a great concert and many suggested
that the songs should be recorded. I certainly hope all performers get a chance
to perform their parody on numerous occasions.
Photo of John & his personal mug taken by Graeme Morrison (courtesy of John Tubridy)
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Photo of John & his personal mug taken by Graeme Morrison (courtesy of John Tubridy)
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Other photos © Sandra
Nixon
MC Comradesirbigruss with The Mug
THE BANKING ROYAL COMMISSION SONG © John TubridyThe Banking Royal Commission Song on Youtube
The law locks up the man or woman, who steals the goose from off the common.
MC Comradesirbigruss with The Mug
THE BANKING ROYAL COMMISSION SONG © John TubridyThe Banking Royal Commission Song on Youtube
The law locks up the man or woman, who steals the goose from off the common.
But
leaves the greater villain loose who steals the common from the goose.
The law
demands that we atone when we take things, we do not own.
But
leaves the lords and ladies fine who take things that are yours and mine.
The poor and wretched don’t escape. If they
conspire the law to break.
This must be so but they endure. Those who
conspire to make the law.
Steal from the bank. there is no bail.
Steal from the bank, go straight to jail
But when banks steal from you and me. Then
that’s ok, they go scot free.
The
law locks up the man or woman who steals the goose from off the common.
But
leaves the greater villain loose who steals the common from the goose
The Banking Royal Commission's dead. Can you
believe the things they said?
Robbed from the dead, confused the blind,
pretend that everything is fine.
The Royal Commission exposed the shame. The
Royal Commission named the names
But we’ll soon forget we’ll all move on.
Thanks for nothing Mr Morrison!
The
law locks up the man or woman who steals the goose from off the common.
But
leaves the greater villain loose who steals the common from the goose.
Bank thieves come in different guise, in
business suits they hide the lies.
No robbers gun, no holdup plan. They take
our money because they can!
Royal Commissions come and go. Watch bank
accounts of lawyer’s grow
What will be next, will they make it clear?
Who can we trust, who should we fear?
The
law locks up the man or woman who steals the goose from off the common.
But
leaves the greater villain loose. Who steals the common from the goose
The
law demands that we atone. When we take things, we do not own.
But
leaves the lords and ladies fine. Who take things that are yours and mine
Steal
from the bank there is no bail, steal from the banks go straight to jail
But
when banks steal from you and me, Then that’s ok they go scot free!
Then
that’s ok they go scot free! John Tubridy on Soundcloud
John Tubridy singing The Banking Royal Commission Song
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A
copy of the close runner-up entry, written by
Matthew Clarke.
‘ Our National Lament -It’s Just not Cricket.’
TUNE:
Broken Down Squatter.
Matthew’s research : First published in1894
as The Squatter’s Farewell. 1885 A.D.Anthos. Written by Charles Augustine
Flower. Queensland station owners were keen songwriters in 1880-90s. Charles
Fowler’s manuscripts are in the Oxley Library, Brisbane. In 1891, squatters
were at war with the shearers in the Shearer’s strike. In 1893, the banks
crashed. The tune is from Jack ‘Hoopiron’ Lee who was 77 and had been blind for
a number of years when he was recorded by John Meredith, in 1953.
JUST NOT CRICKET – our county’s lament, Matthew Clarke, January 2019.
Come Scomo old man, you must change while
you can
All your mates on the hard right are mad.
Or you’ll wave your farewells to your
leadership plan
When we are voting for Shorten instead.
Together we’ll oust you from the Capital
house
It’s tough that such things have to be.
And it’s hard on a leader bereft of all
nouce
In a fair dinkum country like me.
CHORUS:
For the banks are all bastards they say
And you can’t help a poor refugee.
When your plump politicians show no
inhibitions
What chance for a nation like me?
No more can we say that we play by the
rules
Or spiel on our sporting prowess,
For we ripped and we rubbed and cheated
like fools
Now our team s in a terrible mess.
Leave the interest rates down it won’t
matter much now,
Only the rich can get credit it’s said.
The Commission has found, that the banks
have avowed
To be charging me fees when I’m dead.
CHORUS:
When our country is cursed with self-
interest and worse, ignored children abused in their scores
And we say : We are sorry for stealing your
kids
And go and do it some more.
But the farce has been played and the
Government changed
It’s Prime Minister, again just for fun.
So Malcolm was sent, but to Peter’s lament:
O.M.G.
when Scott Morrison won.
CHORUS:
T’was done for a lesson for leaving the
session.
‘Bring them here!’ is the chant in the
street.
Too gutless to stay when you can’t get your
way
So you shut down to avoid the defeat.
There’s corruption by choice from your
National’s voice.
There’s a few looking rather askance,
With ‘Sugar Daddy’ Broad and beef rooter
Joyce
Can’t keep their poli-dicks in their pants.
Chorus:
For the banks are all bastards they say
And you can’t help a poor refugee.
When your plump politicians show no
inhibitions
What chance for a nation like me?
1. Judges Dale Dengate & Chris Woodland
2. MC Comradesirbigruss & Dale
3. Audience
4. 2nd entrant - Gail Copley
5. 3rd entrant - Allan Wright
6. 4th entrant - Phil Manus
7. 5th entrant, Brian Jonathon
8. 6th entrant - Matthew Clarke
9. 7th entrant, Peter Willey
10. 8th entrant, Tia Juana
11. 9th entrant, Jane Scott
12. 10th entrant, Mike Martin
13. 11th entrant, Clark Gormley
14. 12th entrant, The Ballpoint Penguins
15. 13th entrant, Steve Wilson
16. Dale giving the Judges report..
17. Comradesirbigruss, Dale Dengate, Lachlan Dengate, Chris Woodland & Robyn Sykes who graciously declined to perform her entry as time was up.
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I was sad that was unable to make it (due to attending Camp Creative in Bellingen) as I had recently written a piece that I performed at the Gulgong folk Festival's "John Dengate Political Satire Song Writing Competition". I do not normal do this but an hour before the session at the Gulgong CWA hall, I sat down and penned a piece and raced down to the hall. I was a late entry, the competition had started, so after re-writing my scribble, I gave my name and was immediately asked to get up and do it. It was about Trump. What else would John have done? The judges at Gulgong thought I would have won had it not been for the closing date on 19th December that I did not know about. I hope to get up somewhere one day and sprout forth my diatribe. Memories of John performing at Gulgong around 15 to 20 years ago where he gave my two boys Lee and Kyle their satirical education, came to mind. So, to the tune of “Bare Legged Kate”, my lyrics came forth. Unlike John, I did not want to publish my words for fear of legal attack so I am holding off in order to perform it “live” once again, somewhere.
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