Crypticity anonymousely wasting time..

[aspwatterson]

Perhaps someone knows out there?
But I would assume RH does cryptic crosswords as on one album cover (can't remember which one)... could be IF?..... he makes up anagrams of his name in different pictorial guises of himself. Wonder if he gotten hooked on the Sudoku craze?... crazy little thing called puzzles...

Good morning Basingstoke how are you?
I'm your creative son!
I'm from a village called Worting
And I'll be gone, tired, lonesome and hungry
Before the evening comes!

andisean

[Kenny_Wisdom]

This was on the back of the "Descendants of Smith" album, (certainly the vinyl - was this out on CD?), which was re-released as "Garden of Uranium" CD, sans anagrams.

[Wee Steve]

I like it:

"Good morning Basingstoke how are you?
I'm your creative son!
I'm from a village called Worting
And I'll be gone, tired, lonesome and hungry
Before the evening comes! "

this one could run and run ...

High above the watercress beds
Three packed carriages of nodding heads
Head for Exeter on the old South Western line
Past Overton, Whitchurch, Andover soon
Impatient diesels beat the tune -
This train has got commuters worked out fine.

Good evening Salisbury how are you?
Don’t you know me your creative son?
In a train they called the one that should be shut down
I’ll be gone way past Yeovil when the sun goes down.

All right, I'll shut up now.

S

[aspwatterson]

Who sung " Good morning America how are you? ... ...I'm your native son... from city of New Orleans etc . "? No time to check Google and my friends are too young to know...

aw

[Wee Steve]

"City of New Orleans"

Arlo Guthrie has a superlative version, but he didn't write it.

WS

[Wee Steve]

Written by Steve Goodman.

Am I anywhere losing my Zappy Nappy tag yet, sir?

The City of New Orleans
by Steve Goodman

Riding on the City of New Orleans,
Illinois Central Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders,
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail.
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields.
Passin' trains that have no names,
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles.

CHORUS:
Good morning America how are you?
Don't you know me I'm your native son,
I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans,
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.

Dealin' card games with the old men in the club car.
Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score.
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor.
And the sons of pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel.
Mothers with their babes asleep,
Are rockin' to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.

CHORUS

Nighttime on The City of New Orleans,
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee.
Half way home, we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rolling down to the sea.
And all the towns and people seem
To fade into a bad dream
And the steel rails still ain't heard the news.
The conductor sings his song again,
The passengers will please refrain
This train's got the disappearing railroad blues.

Good night, America, how are you?
Don't you know me I'm your native son,
I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans,
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.

©1970, 1971 EMI U Catalogue, Inc and Turnpike Tom Music (ASCAP)

[aspwatterson]

Sorry man I read that as Sainsbury (depot in Basingstoke) on first reading!!
Must get me eyes tested. We've also got a Cadbury estate here as well. I feel a song coming on and a new pub quiz.... how many songs do you know about chocolate or including chocolate then? Without cheating on the Internetty!!

Hot Chocolate regards man
Andi

[aspwatterson]

Wee wee steve!

Nice to see you've progressed outta nappies mate!

andi:D