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The Oriental Cure
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Australian Bush Poetry
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Australian Bush Poet and Balladeer
The particular style of music I enjoy playing is The Australian Bush Ballad pick and strum style championed by Slim Dusty and Stan Coster. The ballad style of lyrics shares the culture and the characters of my country. I am a member of the Australian Bush Balladeers. http://bushballadeers.com.au/bushpoet.htm I am also a bush Poet and a member of The Australian Bush Poets Association who define bush poetry as rhyming verse with regular metre and true rhyme about Australia, its people, places, things and way of life. http://www.abpa.org.au/
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Podcasts • Poetry
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Peak #40
Peak in subgenre #7
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Merv Webster
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Merv Webster
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April 04, 2008
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MP3 3.7 MB • 128 kbps • 3:59
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While performing down at the Port Fairy Festival one year I noticed these Oriental couple massing all day and a lot of folk seem to walk off feeling good. I wondered if it might just be the thing for a poor burnt out old cowboy and let the imagination run a bit.
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THE ORIENTAL CURE I was at a local festival and walking down the street but my poor old bones were battling and the pain near had me beat. All the years of riding Rodeo and wrestling toey steers were now coming back to haunt me and reducing me to tears. Then my youngest lad he pointed to some oriental chaps in a tent who did massaging that could help me out perhaps? But the thought mate had me cringing and to me it seemed quite clear that he somehow had forgotten what had happened late last year. This old Chinese bloke called Wong Fu, who lived up my street away, said he did that u beaut massage thing for little or no pay. He suggested that within an hour he’d rid me of my pain and I’d think that I was wrestling steers and feeling young again. Well I thought I’d give the thing a shot, as I had nought to fear, when he threw me on a table and his hands flew into gear. His old fingers they were digging to find muscle ‘neath the fat and within the first ten minutes I was purring like a cat. All the aches and pains subsided and my head went kind of light and I did feel like a young man and old Wong Fu had been right. In my mind I’d dreamed I’d drifted back to days of long ago and I had a headlock on a steer at some night Rodeo. I could hear his raucous bellow as he struggled to get free and he darned near tried most everything to rid himself of me. But I sucked in one last breath of air and twisted his old neck and he went down like a bag of spuds and hit the flaming deck. I could hear the crowd all cheering and I cherished the esteem til I felt a sudden surge of pain that woke me from my dream On the ground and fairly winded was old Wong Fu near half dead and the headlock I’d put on the bloke sure left his ears bright red. Then with lightning speed he sure let fly with some beaut kung fu kick that had landed right between my legs and man it did the trick. He then rabbit chopped me with both hands and bellowed in Chinese, “You go loco bloss or someling!” and he dropped me to my knees. Well I walked off worse than ever and was aching twice as bad and I never have forgotten that darn massage that I had. So forget those Oriental cures; they’re far to troublesome. I’ll just numb me pain the Aussie way, with good old Bundy Rum. © Merv Webster
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Hayley Oliver
Nov 20, 2009
this is great merv, enjoyed listening, makes a nice change to hear some poetry on sc. Love Hayley