Songs I have recorded with my daughters

Oh yes, very nice!



Collective term for anything wrong with it; shedding, stretched, sticky, snapped. Knackered, in some cases buggered which means terminally stuffed.


StuffedA description of an item of equipment indicating that it does not work quite as well as when it was new. This situation is not expected to change in the near future.
F*ckedTerminally stuffed.
F*ck me deadA technical expression meaning that after you have totally stripped an assembly you didn't really need to, you have read the manual to discover a major warning in bold type saying never to touch that part under any circumstances whatsoever, as it requires factory (overseas) realignment.
F*ck it allAn expression that follows the tinging sound of a miniature spring or circlip bouncing off something on the other side of the room. Unfortunately, you didn't see where it came from, where it went to, and have no idea what it looks like.
F*cking bloody sh*tAn expression used after 2 full days reassembling and mechanical aligning to find that an extremely fundamental part is still sitting under the workshop bench.
Holy bloody sh*tThe expression used immediately after stripping the thread or hexagon off a small bolt and remembering that it had a left hand thread.
Sh*t, sh*t, shi*tThe technical expression denoting full understanding that the thing you have just dropped into the bowels of the machine is not only critically important to the machines operation, but is completely beyond retrieval.
F*ck, f*ck, f*ckSomething weighing 400kg is sitting on my finger.
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck...Something hot weighing 400 kg is sitting on my finger.
How the f*ck...Often used to indicate that in your opinion the designers of the machine might have done something a bit differently.
Bloody sh*tSomebody will have to find a first aid kit.
Holy f*cking sh*tThis is a 440 volt circuit, and I think I've forgotten to isolate it.
Bugger bloody f*ckYou see a severed 200 cable wiring harness and reach an immediate understanding of why the equipment rack required extra force to close it. NOTE: If the word 'Holy' is used in conjunction with this expression, it means that all 200 wires in the harness are the same colour.
F*cking damn sh*tI have just picked up the wrong end of a soldering iron.
F*cking bloody damnA general phrase indicating minor irritation.
Holy bloody sh*tMy tie is caught by something being driven by a 200 horsepower motor and I can't reach the power switch.
Bugger, f*ck, damnAn indication of full acceptance that the final, binding quote given to the customer omitted the $1800 parts content of the job.
I don't talk to dorks like youAn expression that initiates many long and meaningful meetings between your management and the customer, where your manager desperately tries to persuade the customer that something you passionately believe in has never entered your head.
If you're such a clever dick, why don't you fix the bloody thingA phrase which precedes an unusually long period before the next salary increase. Can be effective at getting you on a Customer Relations course.
Bugger off syphillis faceA phrase used with customers upon being asked how much bloody longer you intend to be.
If you don't like the way I'm f*cking fixing it...I was taught that a screwdriver also doubles as a cold chisel, a putty knife, a tyre lever, a door jam, a paint stirrer, a big nail, an emergency fuse link, something to lean under the tyre of your managers car, or a tool to wake snoozing apprentices (when sharpened).
Why don't you f*cking buy another oneIf you persist in using something built during the Crimean War, of course it will sometimes break down.
Bloody brilliant.
 
Good stuff @Sargeant Preston ! Kudos for retaining this stuff!
Thanks for sharing.
The fact that it remains, as it was a home recording, and pre-digital age, is far better than losing it to the march of tech progress.
Amen to that, Brother!
I still have home recordings dating as far back as 1973. :ROFLMAO:
Terrible recordings, but nonetheless priceless in retrospect.
 
Sadly, I do not. I am over it though…I lived it, learned from it, and accept it.
It's indeed unfortunate that you don't have old recordings to listen to.......which brings me to relate a story.

When I was 13 years old (1962) I would sit there in amazement of my dad's ability to play guitar, banjo, mandolin and fiddle. If it had strings on it....he could play it, especially whenever he played his guitar...Chet Atkins style.

I said to him one day, "Dad, can you teach me how to play guitar?"
He said, "No. Nobody taught me how to play. Teach yourself, kid."

That's exactly what I did. Three/four years later I was in a band playing Beatles and Rolling Stones songs.

In retrospect, my Dad may have been an obnoxious prick, but he forced me into a situation of learning and teaching myself.

My Dad also had a habit of recording himself on a small 3.5" tape recorder to amuse himself prior to his death at the age of 55.

My Mom gave me a box containing all 20 of his tape recordings. Every tape was blank because he had erased everything he had ever recorded. OMG!

It was then and there that I made a promise to myself that I would never deprive my kids of being able to listen and hear me from beyond the grave.

I've been very fortunate to have daughters who can sing and play!
 
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