Saturday, 1 May 2010

My phone . . .

 . . . don’t take no pictures, my phone,
my phone don’t take no pictures, my phone,
no, it ain’t got a screen at all,
got a wire goes into the wall,
my phone don’t take no pictures, my phone.

my phone don’t ring at all, my phone,
my phone don’t ring at all, my phone,
but if you should try to call,
well I won’t pick up ’n’ I won’t call back,
my phone don’t ring at all, my phone.

It’s a Kirk 76E, my phone. Thanks to Enda who found it for me.

4 comments:

Francis Sedgemore said...

Det skulle oversættes til dansk.

kellie said...

They don’t appreciate their own history over there. You can buy those phones for nothing, that is if you find anyone going to the trouble of selling them. I had to get two adapters to make it work, though: Danish-US and then US-UK.

Now all I need is a field telephone type arrangement to save on all the shouting up and down stairs. Something with a winding handle like we had in the '80s in Galway between our house and my grandmother's.

Have you read Dan Turèll's 'Vangede Billeder'? My father gave me his copy when I was last over, and I'm in the middle of it now. Really good stuff.

Francis Sedgemore said...

You're right about the history; I was thinking more about the challenge of having such verse scan in Danish. :-)

I haven't read Vangede Billeder.

kellie said...

Yes, it's bad enough in English. Count yourself lucky that I'm not singing it.