{"id":40,"date":"2018-10-23T00:28:09","date_gmt":"2018-10-23T00:28:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.faire-folk.com\/GreatNakedPotato\/?page_id=40"},"modified":"2018-10-23T22:48:57","modified_gmt":"2018-10-23T22:48:57","slug":"six-potato-hymns","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.faire-folk.com\/GreatNakedPotato\/six-potato-hymns\/","title":{"rendered":"Six Potato: Hymns"},"content":{"rendered":"
Ode to a Potato<\/strong>
\n– Peter Goldsworthy<\/h5>\n

O practical
\npotato,<\/p>\n

vegetable
\nmost like earth,<\/p>\n

among elegant asparagus,
\nintellectual zucchini,<\/p>\n

you are unpretentiously
\nspud.<\/p>\n

Tasting only like stone,
\nyou have nothing to hide,<\/p>\n

are merely functional,
\na most puritanical root.<\/p>\n

O wave your green flags,
\ndemocratic potato<\/p>\n

you are the equal
\nof any other<\/p>\n

potato.<\/p>\n

Nursery Rhyme<\/h5>\n

Never tease a weevle
\nNot even once or twice
\nThe weevle will not like it
\nAnd teasing isn’t nice.<\/p>\n

The Vodka Song
\n– James Swanson (Davey Gamm Esq. of the King’s Shilling)<\/h5>\n

Here’s my brother Nikolai, he has a big nose
\nHere’s my brother Ivan, he wears the panty hose
\nWe don’t agree on everything by this much we know
\nThe best drink in the world is made from the po-ta-toe<\/p>\n

(chorus)
\nWe make the drink from the potatoe
\nWe haven’t the grain to spare
\nWhiskey is nice but vodka is best
\nWhen you want to get impared<\/p>\n

Potates are a vegtable, they grow under the soil
\nYou store them in the cellar and they hardly ever spoil
\nThey are so very popular they grow in every nation
\nThey are consumed by the people of every rank and station.<\/p>\n

I once met a fellow who was a good Swede
\nI traded him some vodka for a shot of Aquavit
\nThey had the right idea, but I don’t know how they do it
\nThey did alright on color, but on taste they really blew it.<\/p>\n

In Ireland they like them boiled, in France they like them fried
\nSalt and pepper, butter, oooh! They are so good in side
\nIn Poland thye like them baked, in England they are mashed
\nWe make it into liquid that will really get you smashed.<\/p>\n

Private Idaho
\nby the B-52’s<\/h5>\n

Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo
\nYou’re living in your own Private Idaho
\nLiving in your own Private Idaho
\nUnderground like a wild potato.
\nDon’t go on the patio.
\nBeware of the pool,
\nblue bottomless pool.
\nIt leads you straight
\nright throught the gate
\nthat opens on the pool.<\/p>\n

You’re living in your own Private Idaho.
\nYou’re living in your own Private Idaho.<\/p>\n

Keep off the path, beware the gate,
\nwatch out for signs that say “hidden driveways”.
\nDon’t let the chlorine in your eyes
\nblind you to the awful surprise
\nthat’s waitin’ for you at
\nthe bottom of the bottomless blue blue blue pool.<\/p>\n

You’re livin in your own Private Idaho. Idaho.
\nYou’re out of control, the rivers that roll,
\nyou fell into the water and down to Idaho.
\nGet out of that state,
\nget out of that state you’re in.
\nYou better beware.<\/p>\n

You’re living in your own Private Idaho.
\nYou’re living in your own Private Idaho.<\/p>\n

Keep off the patio,
\nkeep off the path.
\nThe lawn may be green
\nbut you better not be seen
\nwalkin’ through the gate that leads you down,
\ndown to a pool fraught with danger
\nis a pool full of strangers.<\/p>\n

You’re living in your own Private Idaho,
\nwhere do I go from here to a better state than this.
\nWell, don’t be blind to the big surprise
\nswimming round and round like the deadly hand
\nof a radium clock, at the bottom, of the pool.<\/p>\n

I-I-I-daho
\nI-I-I-daho
\nWoah oh oh woah oh oh woah oh oh
\nAh ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
\nGet out of that state
\nGet out of that state
\nYou’re living in your own Private Idaho,
\nlivin in your own Private Idaho.<\/p>\n

Colcannon
\ntraditional<\/em><\/h5>\n

Did you ever eat Colcannon, made from lovely pickled cream?
\nWith the greens and scallions mingled like a picture in a dream.
\nDid you ever make a hole on top to hold the melting flake
\nOf the sweet and creamy butter that your mother used to make?<\/p>\n

CHORUS
\nOh you did, so you did, so did he, and so did I.
\nAnd the more I think about it sure the nearer I’m to cry.
\nOh, weren’t those the happy days when troubles we had not,
\nAnd our mothers made Colcannon in the little skillet pot.<\/p>\n

Did you ever take potato cake and boxty to your school,
\nTucked underneath your oxter with your book, your slate, and rule?
\nAnd when the teacher wasn’t looking sure a great big bite you’d take,
\nOf the sweet and creamy, soft and meltin’ sweet potato cake.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

Did you ever go a-courting when the evening sun went down,
\nAnd the moon began a-peeping from behind the Hill o’Down?
\nAs you wandered down the boreen where the leprechaun was seen,
\nAnd you whispered loving phrases to your own dear sweet colleen<\/p>\n

Potato
\nby the Alex F-C<\/h5>\n

O potato
\nI love you so.<\/p>\n

I love to see your
\nSensuous peels
\nAs they fall
\nInto the sink.<\/p>\n

How your skin is brown
\nYet your innards are
\nSo pale
\nLike paper.<\/p>\n

You are delicious
\nMashed, boiled and baked
\nHow I love you
\nWith sour cream.<\/p>\n

No other vegetable
\nCompares to you.
\nI love you so
\nMy sweet potato.<\/p>\n

Would you like to sing the Potato’s praise? <\/em>
\nPlease notify me<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n

PLEASE USE “HAIL SPUD” AS YOUR SUBJECT LINE <\/strong>
\nTO AVOID SPAM FILTERS<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Ode to a Potato – Peter Goldsworthy O practical potato, vegetable most like earth, among elegant asparagus, intellectual zucchini, you are unpretentiously spud. Tasting only like stone, you have nothing to hide, are merely functional, a most puritanical root. O wave your green flags, democratic potato you are the equal of any other potato. Nursery […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":6,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-40","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.faire-folk.com\/GreatNakedPotato\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/40","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.faire-folk.com\/GreatNakedPotato\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.faire-folk.com\/GreatNakedPotato\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.faire-folk.com\/GreatNakedPotato\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.faire-folk.com\/GreatNakedPotato\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=40"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.faire-folk.com\/GreatNakedPotato\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/40\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":41,"href":"https:\/\/www.faire-folk.com\/GreatNakedPotato\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/40\/revisions\/41"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.faire-folk.com\/GreatNakedPotato\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=40"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}