JLLs version

What a moving song -- 

How about a happy song? You never know, we might get such a day? Johnny Nash, a live version:-

Stunning 'Acoustic' version of Faded by Alan Walker

R.I.P. Ranking Roger - of The Beat

How about we have a very old oldie? It's over 150 years old but here's a more recent version:-

An Oldie

My Biggest Hit

Weird Al

The Ebay song

What a morning? What a lovely singer? She's 76 this year. OK, the song's very, very repetitive but that voice.....

@ ceedee: Yes, always loved the Seekers and Judith Durham.

Interesting recent interview with her here -  she's had a few rough times...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MybGxV0ngd4

Yes, I've seen that. What puzzles me though is why, when she was young she was bothered about her weight? She was lovely as she was? And that voice.......... it just went together with her?

I agree. So many women have a strange obsession with their weight.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AxhjBiUE87A&list=RDAxhjBiUE87A&start_radio=1#t=43

Guess who are Great Pratchett & Discworld fans yip

Steeleye Span

By the Way -

This Scotsman has danced the Dark Morris

We were taught it and danced it at the International Discworld convention in 2016

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In the spring, on Mayday, Morris dancers "dance the sun up" lest it fail to warm the land for the coming summer. This custom is widely observed across the Multiverse (even on worlds where the Carbon Dioxide freezes in Winter) and especially on the Discworld, where the threat of stories  and legends is real and such rites are more than just quaint old customs. Mayday is a festive occasion and many will drag themselves out of bed before dawn to watch and cheer on the dancers and the sun. Later in the day, perhaps after a nap, there will be more dancing, Morris as well as the maypole, with feasting and frolic and beer.

On or near the first of Ember  there is another dance, the last of the year. There is no crowd of cheering spectators, no merriment, no music, no sound. The dancers trade their bright white beribboned costumes for black shrouds and perform in darkness and silence without bells, sticks or swords (or better, with bells of octiron  that create a lacy counter-tinkle of silences}. This is the Dark Morris, without which winter may not arrive to complete the cycle, water the land with snow and prepare for the renewal of spring. Winter begets summer, death begets life, and a city-sized sun that travels faster than its own light needs all the help it can get.

Flying Pickets anyone?

Nice thread, wonder how many duplictates of same tracks?