The Kinsale Comets

[Andy Howell]

Here's one that went wrong, well, listening to this afternoon it wasn't quite as bad as I thought so here it is. This was supposed to have a banjo accompaniment but I couldn't work it out. I then tried some bottleneck and that didn't work either. Then I asked a fiddle player to twiddle over stand he failed to turn up!

This was the result of a challenge to write something in the idiosyncratic style of one of our favourite songwriters. Can you work out who?

The Kinsale Comets

He was far too contemplative
To ever have settled down
For him the solitary life
On his farm near Bandon town
At the local farmer’s market
Some of the new girls thought Dan fine
But the voices of experience cautioned
Ah Dan, he’s not the marrying kind

Without a doubt he’s a loaner
And he prefers the company still
of his prized collection of porkers
On his farm upon the hill
In his own way now he’s a charmer
With his kind and his gentle ways
But he’ll be living a bachelors life
Right on till the end of his days

Intrumental break

Now every Thursday evening Dan took the coast road to Kinsale
With his drapes, creepers and drainpipes
Authentic in every detail
And he makes his way through the side streets
To the tiny ballroom hall
To sit with the boys in the band
At the weekly rock n roll ball

**Chorus**

Give it up for the West Cork Comets
Our rockabilly band
The dancehall is filling up quickly
And the band’s set up on the stand
And the dancers and the jivers
Are the best you’ll ever **** see
In the band Dan’s playing the piano
In the style of Jerry Lee

It was on one Friday evening
He got chatting at the bar
To a fine young lady from Poland
Who worked in the Hotel and Spa
Lena now was a farm girl
And she missed the life on the land
And from that moment all that mattered
Was that Dan should win her hand

Chorus

Soon took Lena
To share his life on the farm
And for the Dan the lonely years ended
As they walked out arm in arm
Through the local farmer’s market
As the ladies stopped and Stared
To see Dan and Lena and the happiness they shared

Chorus


And every summer evening
On the farm near Bandon Town
You can hear Dan’s banjo playing
On the wind for miles around
While Lena she sings to the farmyard
To those fine porcine colleens
Lucille, Molly and Sally
And the queen their Maybelene

Chorus

[Organic Sounds Select Guitars]

Andy, I don’t have a guess about the songwriter whose style you based this on, but I will say that I really enjoyed it! Fun song, really good playing, and I like it without banjo or fiddle. Nice!

[Andy Howell]

Originally Posted by LWSog

Andy, I don’t have a guess about the songwriter whose style you based this on, but I will say that I really enjoyed it! Fun song, really good playing, and I like it without banjo or fiddle. Nice!

thanks Larry :-)