Geordie (/ˈdʒɔːdi/) is a regional nickname for a person from the Tyneside region of the north east of England, or the name of the English-language dialect spoken by its inhabitants. Depending on who is using it, the catchment area for the term "Geordie" can be as large as the whole of North East England, or as small as the city of Newcastle upon Tyne.
In most aspects, Geordie speech is a direct continuation and development of the language spoken by the Anglo-Saxon settlers of this region. They consisted of mercenaries employed by the ancient Brythons to fight the Pictish invaders after the end of Roman rule in Britannia in the 5th century; the Angles, Saxons, and Jutes who thus arrived became, over time, ascendant politically and – through population transfer from tribal homelands in northern Europe – culturally over the native British. The Anglo-Saxon kingdoms that emerged during the Dark Ages spoke largely mutually-intelligible varieties of what is now called Old English, each varying somewhat in phonology, morphology, syntax, and lexicon. This Anglo-Saxon influence on Geordie can be seen today, to the extent that poems by the Anglo-Saxon scholar the Venerable Bede translates more successfully into Geordie than into modern-day English. Thus, in northern England, dominated by the kingdom of Northumbria, was found a distinct "Northumbrian" Old English dialect.
Gabriele "Gabry" Ponte (born Turin, 20 April 1973) is an Italian DJ best known for his membership in the Italian dance group Eiffel 65. Ponte has been involved with the Bliss Team, DJ Gundam, and Sangwara. With Eiffel 65's rise to fame in the late 1990s, his celebrity (or semi-celebrity) status was established, and he later went on to produce the Italian hits "Geordie" (a cover of Fabrizio de André's song by the same name) sung by Italian vocalist Stefania Piovesan as well as hits Time to rock and Got to Get and then "La Danza delle Streghe" (literally "The Dance of the Witches"). Also to his credit are a number of remixes of popular dance songs such as Gianni Togni's Giulia. In 2005, Ponte announced he would be separating from Eiffel 65 to pursue solo work. In 2007 he released a brand new EP, "Love Songs in the Digital Age According to Gabry Ponte" which includes the new track "the Point Of No Return".
Brian Johnson (born 5 October 1947) is an English singer and lyricist who has been the lead singer for the rock band AC/DC since 1980. He was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 2003, along with the other members of the band.
In 1972, Johnson became one of the founding members of the glam rock band Geordie. After a few hit singles, including UK Top 10 "All Because of You" (1973), the band split up in 1978 then to be reformed by Johnson in 1980. But after signing a new record deal, Johnson was asked to audition for AC/DC, whose charismatic frontman, Bon Scott, had died on 19 February 1980. A fan in Cleveland sent a tape of Johnson performing with Geordie to the band's manager Peter Mensch. Mensch recommended him to the band.
AC/DC lead guitarist and co-founder Angus Young later recalled, "I remember Bon playing me Little Richard, and then telling me the story of when he saw Brian singing." He says about that night, "There's this guy up there screaming at the top of his lungs and then the next thing you know he hits the deck. He's on the floor, rolling around and screaming. I thought it was great, and then to top it off—you couldn't get a better encore—they came in and wheeled the guy off!'" Johnson was diagnosed with appendicitis later that night, which was the cause of his writhing around on stage. The band agreed immediately that Johnson's performing style fit AC/DC's music. Johnson's first album with AC/DC, Back in Black, became the third best-selling album of all time.
Fabrizio Cristiano De André (18 February 1940 - 11 January 1999) was an Italian singer-songwriter. Known for his sympathies towards anarchism, libertarism and pacifism, his songs often featured marginalized and rebellious people, gypsies, prostitutes and knaves, and attacked the Catholic Church hierarchy hypocrisies.. Artistically active for almost 40 years and the author of thirty studio albums, he is renowned for the quality of his lyrics and often considered a poet. He contributed to the valorization of the languages of Italy, most notably Ligurian and, to a lesser extent, Sardinian, Gallurese and Neapolitan. Following his early death several streets, places, parks, schools and public libraries were named after him.
De André was born in Genoa, welcomed into the world by Gino Marinuzzi's "Country Waltz" on the home gramophone. Twenty-five years later, Fabrizio De André would set his "Waltz for a Love" to Marinuzzi's waltz tune.
When war broke out, the De Andre' family had to seek refuge on a country farm near Revignano (a little town near Asti), in Piemonte. Fabrizio's father, who was an Anti-fascista pursued by the police, joined the partisans. In 1945 the De André family moved back to Genova. Fabrizio went to primary school, first at the Marcellian Sisters' School and, later, at the Cesare Battisti public school. He went on to the Liceo Classico "Cristoforo Colombo"; after his final examination, he enrolled in the Law School at the University of Genoa, though he did not graduate (he gave up when he had only a few exams left). De Andre' first played the violin, then the guitar, and joined a number of local jazz bands (jazz was his "first love").
As I walked over the London bridge
One misty morning early,
I overheard a fair pretty maid
Was lamenting for her Geordie.
Oh, my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain,
'Tis not the chain of many
He was born on king's royal breed
And lost to a virtuous lady.
Go bridle me my milk white steed,
Go bridle me my poney,
I will ride to London court
To plead for the life of Geordie.
Ah, my Geordie never stole nor cow nor calf,
He never hurted any,
Stole sixteen of the king's royal deer,
And he sold them in Bohenny.
Two pretty babies have I born,
The third lies in my body,
I'd freely part with them every one
If you'd spare the life of Geordie.
The judge looked over his left shoulder,
He said fair maid I'm sorry
He said fair maid you must be brave
For I cannot pardon Geordie.
Oh, my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain,
'Tis not the chain of many,
Stole sixteen of king's royal deer
There was a battle in the north
And nobles there were many
And they have killed Sir Charlie Hay
And laid the blame on Geordie
O he has written a long letter
And sent it to his lady:
You must come up to Edinburgh town
Impiccherranno Geordie con una corda d'oro
È un privelegio raro
Rubò sei cervi nel parco del re
Vendendoli per denaro
Così lo impiccheranno con una corda d'oro
È un privelegio raro
Rubò sei cervi nel parco del re
Vendendoli per denaro
English Version ( original lyrics by Fabrizio De
Andre' )
They Will Hang Geordie With A Gold Rope
It Is A Rare Privilege
He Stole Six Deers In The Park Of The King
Selling Them For Money
Come, bridle me my milkwhite steed,
Come bridle me my pony,
That I may ride to fair London town
To plead for my Geordie.
And when she entered in the hall
There were lords and ladies plenty.
Down on her knees she then did fall
To plead for the life of Geordie.
It's six pretty babes that I have got,
The seventh lies in my body;
I'll freely part with them ev'ry one,
If you'll spare me the life of Geordie.
Then George looked round the court,
And saw his dearest Polly;
He said, "My dear, you've come too late,
For I'm condemn'd already!
Then the judge he looked down on him
And said, I'm sorry for thee,
'Tis thine own confession hath hanged thee,
May the Lord have mercy upon thee.
O Geordie stole nor cow nor calf
And he never murder'd any,
But he stole sixteen of the king's white steeds,
And sold them in Bohenny.
Let Geordie hang in golden chains,
(His crimes were never many),
Because he came of royal blood
And courted a virtuous lady.
I wish I were in yonder grave,
Where times I have been many,
With the broad sword and my pistol too
Let me introduce to you
A brand new dance I got for you
Stomp on, stomp on, stomp on
Stomp on, stomp on
Alright! That's nice!
Stomp your bootheels on the floor
Do the Geordie Stomp some more
Stomp on, stomp on, stomp on
Stomp on, stomp on
Alright! So nice!
Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!
Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!
Next your hands go in the air
Shake 'em, snake 'em anywhere
Stomp on, stomp on, stomp on
Stomp on, stomp on
Alright! That's nice!
When the night comes to the end
You will find a brand new friend
Stomp on, stomp on, stomp on
Stomp on, stomp on
Alright! That's nice!
Stomp on, stomp on, stomp on
Stomp on, stomp on
I can remember the day when I had nothing to say
Just look at me now, I'm shouting (hey, hey, hey)
Ooh, I feel good, ooh, I feel good
But ain't no doubt about it
It's all because of you, baby
All because of you, woman
All because of you, baby
All because of you, yeah
You don't know, you don't know
You don't know what it's like (hey, hey, hey)
To be happy again to have so many friends
Just when I thought it was the end
And it's all because of you, baby
All because of you, woman
All because of you, baby
All because of you, yeah
(Hey, hey, hey)
You got me, you got me, you got me, wooh
Ah, ah, ah, ah
I remember the day when I had nothing to say
Just look at me now I'm shouting (hey, hey, hey)
Ooh, I feel good, ooh, I feel good
But ain't no doubt about it
And it's all because of you, baby
All because of you, woman
All because of you, baby
All because of you
And let me hear you shout it (hey, hey, hey)
I wanna hear you shout it (hey, hey, hey)
Come on, come on shout it (hey, hey, hey)
Shout, shout it, shout it (hey, hey, hey)
I wanna hear you shout it (hey, hey, hey)
I wanna hear you shout it (hey, hey, hey)
Come on and hear me shout it, now (hey, hey, hey)
Shout, shout it, shout it (hey, hey, hey)
Shout, shout it, shout it (hey, hey, hey)
Ah-ah, my, my, what you doin' to me?
Ah-ah, my, my, what you doin' to me? yeah
Don't do that, don't do that, don't do that
Don't do that, don't do that, don't do that
Well, don't do that
Ah-ah, my, my, what you tryin' to do?
Ah-ah, my, my, what you tryin' to do? yeah
Don't do that, don't do that, don't do that
Don't do that, don't do that, don't do that
Well, don't do that
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Grab your partner by the hand
C'mon down to Geordie land
Everybody have a go
Get your brown ale and dozy do, ah
Ah-ah, my, my, what you doin' to me? ha
Ah-ah, my, my, what you doin' to me? yeah, ha
Don't do that, don't do that, don't do that
Don't do that, don't do that, don't do that
Well, don't do that
Ah-ah, my, my, what you doin' to me?
(Don't do that, don't do that)
Ah-ah, my, my, what you doin' to me?
(Don't do that, don't do that)
Ah-ah, my, my, what you doin' to me?
(Don't do that, don't do that)
Ah-ah, my, my, won't you leave me be
(Don't do that, don't do that) Ah
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
She's got the eyes of a black cat,
She's got the looks of a demon.
She's got the eyes of a black cat,
She's got the looks of a demon.
[Chorus]
Get back black cat, why don't you leave me?
Get back black cat, why don't you go?
Get back black, why don't you leave me?
Get back black cat, why don't you leave me?
Get back black cat, why don't you go?
Get back black cat, why don't you leave me?
She's always there when she wants you,
She casts a spell and she's got you.
She's always there when she wants you,
She casts a spell and she's got you.
In the day she seems alright she walks around until the night
But when the moon comes over the hill
[Chorus]
Get back black cat, why don't you leave me?
Get back black cat, why don't you go?
Get back black cat, why don't you leave me?
Get back black cat, why don't you leave me?
Get back black cat, why don't you go?
Get back black cat, why don't you leave me
There is a house down in New Orleans
They call the Risin' Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl
And me, oh God, I'm a-one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed these new blue jeans
My father was a gambler, Lord
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk
He fills his glasses up to the brim
And he'll pass the cards around
And the only pleasure he gets out of life
Is ramblin' from town to town
Oh tell my baby sister
Not to do what I have done
But shun that house in New Orleans
They call the Risin' Sun
Well, it's one foot on the platform
And the other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
I'm a-goin' back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
I'm goin' back to end my life
Down in the Risin' Sun
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Risin' Sun
It's been the ruin of many poor girl
How come everything that I do
Never seems to go right
Every turn I take to the left
Seems I should have gone right
Guess I'm a natural born loser
A natural born loser, everybody
Alright
I go out walking and it starts to rain
I get back home and it's sunny again
The moon at night never seems so bright
But in my mind, it's cloudy
Guess I'm a natural born loser
A natural born loser, everybody
Listen
What am I, what am I going to do
Won't somebody hold me
And give me a clue
Alright, come on
Well I go out walking and it starts to rain
I get back home and it's sunny again
Ah, sun and night never seems bright
But in my mind it's cloudy
Guess I'm a natural born loser, eveybody
A natural born loser, alright
What am I, what am I going to do
Won't somebody hold me
And give me a clue
Oh yeah
Come on baby
Guess I'm a natural born loser
A natural born loser
Oh Lord, what's wrong with me
I can't seem to be what I wanna be
And it's not for the sake of tryin'
I tried so hard, God know, and felt like dyin'
And if you've been watchin'
You woulda seen me cryin'
So oh Lord, oh Lord
Won't You give me your hand
Won't You give me your hand
Take me to
Where you go
Let me get inside your head
And look around
Let me see what you see
When you look at me
Take me to
Where you go
Let me get inside your head
And look around
Maybe I'll find
Some piece of mine
I stay alone
Wait till four
The time I can get inside
And look around
And maybe I'll find
Some piece of mine
Take me to
Where you go
Let me get inside your head
And look around
Let me see what you see
Can you do it, can you do it
Do it like you did last night
Can you do it, can you do it
Do it like you did last night
Oh oh, sure felt alright
Oh oh, sure felt alright
Can you hold me, can you hold me
Hold me like you did last night
And can you love me, can you love me
Love me 'cause it sure felt right
Oh oh, sure felt alright
Oh oh, sure felt nice
So come on, come on, come on, come on, keep grooving
Come on, come on, come on, come on, keep grooving
Can you do it, can you do it
Do it like you did last night
Can you squeeze me, can you tease me
Oh yeah, sure felt nice
Oh oh, sure felt alright
Oh oh, sure felt alright
So come on, come on, come on, come on, keep grooving
Come on, come on, come on, come on, keep grooving
Can you do it, can you do it
Do it like you did last night
Can you love me, can you love me
Love me, it sure felt alright
Oh oh, sure felt alright
Oh oh, sure felt alright
Oh yeah, last night
There was a battle in the north
And nobles there were many
And they have killed Sir Charlie Hay
And laid the blame on Geordie
O he has written a long letter
And sent it to his lady:
“You must come up to Edinburgh town
To see what news of Geordie”
When first she looked the letter on
She was both red and rosy
She had not read a word but two
When she grew pale as the lily
“Go fetch to me my good grey steed
My men shall all go with me
For I shall neither eat nor drink
Till Edinburgh town shall see me”
Then she has mounted her good grey steed
Her men they all went with her
And she did neither eat nor drink
Till Edinburgh town did see her
And first appeared the fatal block
And then the axe to head him
And Geordie coming down the stair
With bands of iron upon him
Though he was chained in fetters strong
Of iron and steel so heavy
O not a one in all the court
Was so fine a man as Geordie
O she'd down on her bended knee
I'm sure she's pale and weary
“O pardon, pardon noble kings,
And give me back my dearie”
“Go tell the heading man make haste”
Our king replies full lordly
“O noble king take all that's mine
But give me back my Geordie”
The Gordons came and the Gordons ran
And they were stark and steady
And ay the word among them all
Was Gordons keep you ready
An aged lord at the king's right hand
Says “Noble kings, but hear me,
Let her count out five thousand pounds
And give her back her dearie”
Some gave her marks, some gave her crowns
Some gave her dollars many
She's counted out five thousand pounds
And she's gotten again her dearie.
She glanced blithe in her Geordie's face
Say “Dear I've bought thee Geordie;
But the blood would have flowed upon the green
Before I lost my laddie”
He clasped her by the middle small
And he kissed her lips so rosy
“The fairest flower of women kind
{ Yeehoo }
Oh Geordie's lost his liggy
Oh Geordie's lost his liggy
Oh Geordie's lost his liggy
Oh Geordie's lost his liggy
Along the Scotswood Road
And he couldn't find his liggy
He couldn't find his liggy
He couldn't find his liggy
Along the Scotswood Road { Yeehoo }
Well, he lost it down the netty
He lost it down the netty
He lost it down the netty
Along the Scotswood Road
And he couldn't find his liggy
Couldn't find his liggy
Couldn't find his liggy
Along the Scotswood Road
And Geordie's lost his liggy
Oh Geordie's lost his liggy
Oh Geordie's lost his liggy
Along the Scotswood Road { hey hahaha }
He got himself a broom shank
Stuffed it down the netty
But he couldn't find his liggy
Along the Scotswood Road
So he got himself a poss stick
And he tried it to his broom shank
And he rammed it down the netty
Along the Scotswood Road
And[But] he couldn't find his liggy
He couldn't find his liggy
He couldn't find his liggy
Along the Scotswood Road
And Geordie's lost his liggy
Oh Geordie's lost his liggy
Oh Geordie's lost his liggy
Along the Scotswood Road { Yabuggermaw }
Listen, he got a case of dynamite
Stuffed it down the netty
And he blew the stinking netty
Along the Scotswood Road
But he couldn't find his liggy
{He}Couldn't find his liggy
Couldn't find his liggy
Along the Scotswood Road
And Geordie's lost his liggy
Oh Geordie's lost his liggy
Oh Geordie's lost his liggy
Along the Scotswood Road { wayah... yeehoo}
{Listen to this}
It was in his bloody pocket
It was in his bloody pocket
It was in his bloody pocket
Along the Scotswood Road
Now Geordie's found his liggy
Oh, Geordie's found his liggy
Oh, Geordie's found his liggy
Along the Scotswood Road
Everybody, Geordie's found his liggy
Oh, Geordie's found his liggy
Oh, Geordie's found his liggy
Along the Scotswood Road
I've been wond'ring what you been thinking
What's going on in your mind?
Do you deceive me? Will you ever leave me?
What's going on in your mind?
Yeah, yeah you're driving me crazy
Yeah, yeah you're an electric lady
Yeah, yeah, you're driving me crazy
Yeah, yeah you're an electric lady
Yeah, yeah woman you're crazy
You're an electric lady
Yeah, yeah woman you're crazy
You're an electric, you're an electric, you're an electric
Bet you think you're funny when you spend my money
But you do it all the time
You've got me on the line woman you got me
Keep getting shocks from your spine
Yeah, yeah you're driving me crazy
Yeah, yeah you're an electric lady
Yeah, yeah, you're driving me crazy
Yeah, yeah you're an electric lady
Yeah, yeah woman you're crazy
You're an electric lady
Yeah, yeah woman you're crazy
You're an electric lady
Yeah, yeah woman you're crazy
You're an electric lady
Yeah, yeah woman you're crazy
You're an electric lady
Yeah, yeah woman you're crazy
You're an electric lady
Yeah, yeah woman you're crazy