BAAT LIVET PAA GANGES
Busy boat life on Ganges
JULEFEIRING I VARANASI
Christmas party in Varanasi
BADEDAG I GANGES
ET BAD I HELLIGE GANGES OG DINE SYNDER ER VASKET BORT Swimming in the holy river Ganges wash away your sins.
VARANASI, INDIA
UTSIKT FRA TAK RESTAURANTEN PAA PUJA GUESTHOUSE HVOR JEG BOR The view from the roof top restaurant in Puja Guesthouse where I stay.
THE LINE BLUES
On the way to Tibet Ross spent time writing a song. When we arrived in Lhasa he invited half the group for a beer in his room, because his room mate had birthday. He also said he needed help to sing the song he had been writing, and pick out the 10 best worses (it was 28 to begin with!)
I got really suprised and embarresed when I discover that the song was about me! Ross played his harmonica and here is the final song.
THE LINE BLUES (12 Bar Blues in D)
Gotta friend named Line, a pretty Norwegian girl (sic)
She jumped upon her bicycle ‘n’ rode all ’round the world
Line, yeah Line is her name
If you meet that woman, yer life’ll never be the same
She started off in Norway, she started off slow
By the time she got to Turkey she was goin with the flow
Line, yeah Line is her name
If you meet that woman, yer life’ll never be the same
Line road to India, before to Pakistan
She searcin’ all the world jes’ to fin’ the right man
Line, yeah Line is …………..
Line is a lady with a great big smile
She flash it at the locals ‘n’ they folla her fer miles
Line, yeah Line is …………
Line climbed a mountain, she said she had a ball
Now she cain’t stop ’til she’s climbed dem all
Line, yeah Line is ……………
Line’s eyes are blue ‘n’ her hair is blonde
‘N’ she can work a miracle widout no wand
Line, yeah Line is …………
Line rides alone – tha’s what she like
Line needs a man jes’ like a fish needs a bike
Line, yeah Line is ………………
Line’s self-sufficent, she gotta lotta pride
‘N’ that ol’ bicycle is the ONLY thang she ride
Line, yeah Line is ………………
Line mounted Mera, and want to mounted Cho Oyu
But Fuggedaboudit, Boy, cuz she won’t mount you
Line, yeah Line is ……………….
Line come from Norway where they eat the pickled fish
But never mind the eel, Boy, it ain’t her dish
Line, yeah Line is ……………….
Line like to boogie, she like to boogaloo
‘N’ if she like yo’style, she might rock ‘n’ roll wit’chu
Line, yeah Line is …………….
lyrics by W. Ross Campbell (SOCAN)
other songs & info available at: ross4978@gmail.com
