Sunday, 29 September 2024

Uke-Lament regarding Alzheimer's Disease research: "WHERE HAS NEUROSYPHYLIS GONE?"


PARODY-LYRICS
Pete Seeger, "America's tuning fork"
ORIGINAL SONG: "Where Have All the Flowers Gone?" Pete Seeger 1960, additional lyrics by Joe Hickerson, also recorded by Kingston Trio in 1962, and later by Peter, Paul and Mary, Marlene Dietrich, etc. Check out the YouTube videos by Seeger here, and by the Kingston Trio.

PARODY COMPOSED: Giorgio Coniglio, June, 2014, performed at the CUJ (Corktown Ukulele Jam) Theme-Night, with photo here.

PARODY-LYRICS LINK: To return to the corresponding post on "Daily Illustrated Nonsense" (and to see the lyrics without the chord-chart indications) click HERE
(You can also view the lyrics and commentary (without images or chords, at the  parody-lyrics site where they were originally posted online)  at AmIRight.com Post""


WHERE HAS NEUROSYPHILIS GONE?


(to the tune of "Where Have All the Flowers Gone")

Where is early Alzheimer’s?
Home-care agencies.
Mod’rate cases, few years passed
Fill long-term nursing homes
Weren’t some medications tried?
Functions slid and patients died;
Care system’s overburdened - 
When will we ever  learn?

Where has neurosyphilis gone,
Headstones fading?
Textbooks say it filled asylums
Long time ago.
Where Trep. pallidum would lurk,
Course of Penicillin works,
One thing we clearly learned,
One thing we clearly learned.

Where is all the Wernicke’s
encephalopathy?
Confabulating, filling wards
I saw it long ago.
Malnourished boozers off the road
Saved by whopping thiamine load
Another thing we’ve learned, 
A useful thing we’ve learned.

Hypothyroid mania?
 - Hormone treatment
Tots doomed by leukodystrophy?
 - Lorenzo’s oil
Polio? Almost gone, my son
- Vaccinated everyone.
Perhaps, few things we’ve learned,
I guess few things we’ve learned.

Where’s dementia research gone?
Some fills graveyards
Prod choline receptors? – seems not
Helpful in long term. 
Inhibit amyloid?
Doesn’t fill the treatment void.
Where’s that key thing to learn? 
Where’s that key thing to learn?
  
Where've Alzheimer's patients gone ?
Home-care agencies.
Mod’rate cases, few years passed
Fill long-term nursing homes.
Weren’t “preventive measures” done?
Gone to graveyards every one;
Care-system's overburdened - 
I hope someday we’ll learn.






HOTLINKS TO OTHER MEDICAL-THEMED SONG-POSTINGS
Where Has Neurosyphylis Gone? (see below)
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UKULELE-FRIENDLY FORMAT

(Click on any chord-chart slide to move to 'song-presentation mode'; then navigate through thumbnails at bottom of page.)



Asus4 = 2200;  F#m7 = 2424;  Bm7 = 2222;  E6 = 4444;  E7 = 4445;  F#m = 2120;  Bb=3211;  Bbsus = 3311;  Gm7 = 0112;  Cm7 = 3333;  F6 = 5555;  F7 = 5556 
































Thursday, 19 September 2024

Uke-Song: " FULSOME DICTION BLUES", as exposited by Johnny Cash


PARODY-LYRICS
ORIGINAL SONG: "Folsom Prison Blues" Johnny Cash 1955, covered by many other artists.
PARODY COMPOSED: Giorgio Coniglio, June, 2014.


PARODY-LYRICS LINK: To return to the corresponding post on "Daily Illustrated Nonsense" (and to see the lyrics without the chord-chart indications) click HERE
(You can also view the lyrics and commentary (without images or chords, at the  parody-lyrics site where they were originally posted online)  at AmIRight.com Post""



FULSOME DICTION BLUES

(to the tune of "Folsom Prison Blues")

INTRO:    G7,  C 

I favor precise syntax, also terms that aren't obscure,
But skill in this regard don't earn no sinecure.
We're stuck with fulsome diction, careenin' round the curve.  
Objurgatin' parlous parlance takes vigor, vim and verve.

The origin of 'specious' lies deep within the soul;
You try to be ingenious, but suffice to be 'mindful'.
I classed a guy as 'restive' - what I meant was 'calmed'
Now I'll feel so meretricious until when I'm embalmed.

I presage Big Bananas in a gaudy chauffered Benz, 
They'll likely smoke Havanas with their double-malted blends;

They'll purvey inchoate music, an 'ivory-tickler' too,  And they'll launch the night's diversion without further 'adieu'. (pron. ad-yoo)

I sense those noisome symptoms, not 'symptomatology';
There is method in my madness, but not 'methodology'.
Post-cibal declamations -  they're what one calls verbose;
I'll forgo the panegyrics, when I'm more otiose. 

 I flaunt my proper diction with no expletives abstruse,
 'Though such punctilious practice serves no heuristic use; 
 To chide bombastic speaking needs vigor, vim and verve.

 A paradigm to strive for, from which one shouldn't swerve.



Performing Notes

INTRO:    G7,  C 

I [C] favor precise syntax, also terms that aren't obscure,
But skill in this regard don't earn no sine[C7]cure.
We're [F] stuck with fulsome diction, careenin' round the [C] curve.  
Objur[G7]gatin' parlous parlance takes vigor, vim and [C] verve.