Club Songs
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A collection of songs either written or sung a lot by ICCC cavers.
Club Songs
Cave oddity
Cecila Kan (2024 Winter Tour)
To the tune of "Space Oddity" Ground Control to Wilson 1 Ground Control to Wilson 1 Take your Mister choc and put your helmet on (Ten) Ground Control (Nine) To Wilson 1 (Eight, seven, six) Commencing rigging (Five) Descender on (Four, three, two) Check your cow's tails (One) And may God's love (Lift-off) Be with you This is Ground Control to Wilson 1 You've really made the grade And the papers want to know whose pants you wear Now it's time to leave the pitch head if you dare This is Wilson 1 to Ground Control I'm stepping through the floor And I'm hanging in a most peculiar way And the rocks look very different today For here am I sitting in a harness Far above the ground My croll is half worn through And there's nothing I can do Though I'm past one thousand meters I'm feeling very brave And I think my survey knows which way to go Tell Davey his toes are very weird He knows Ground Control to Wilson 1 Your battery's dead, there's something wrong Can you hear me, Wilson 1? Can you hear me, Wilson 1? Can you hear me, Wilson 1? Can you he— Here am I sitting in my harness Far above the ground My croll is half worn through And there's nothing I can do
Stayin' alive
Cecila Kan (2024 Winter Tour)
To the tune of "Stayin' Alive" Well you can tell by the way I do my crawls I'm a prussik man No time to talk Wellies wet and furry 's warm I kick myself around since I was born But now it's all right, it's okay You can go the other way We can try to understand The Descent mag's effect on man Whether you're a beaver or whether you're a caver You are stayin' alive, stayin' alive Feel the jammers slippin' and every msucle workin' We are stayin' alive, stayin' alive Ah ah ah ah stayin' alive, stayin' alive Ah ah ah ah stayin' alive Well now, I go low and I go high And if I can't do either, I really try Got the curse of cave gods and my booze I'm a prussik man and I just can't lose You know it's all right, it's okay I'll live to see another cave We can try to understand The Descent mag's effect on man Whether you're a beaver or whether you're a caver You are stayin' alive, stayin' alive Feel the jammers slippin' and every msucle workin' We are stayin' alive, stayin' alive Ah ah ah ah stayin' alive, stayin' alive Ah ah ah ah stayin' alive Life's going nowhere Somebody help me somebody help me, yeah I'm stayin' alive
The Factory
Astrid and Kevin (2024 Winter Tour)
"Hanging Tree" - Hunger Games: ================================ Are you, are you, coming to Tolmin They have plastic molds, that's "made in Italy" Strange things've been made in here, stranger could it be If we slept at mid-night at Fratnik's factory
9 mil Rope
Rhys Tyers and Clare Tan (2018 Slovenia Expedition)
To the tune of "Take Me Home, Country Roads" Almost heaven, West Slovenia Limestone mountains, blue Soca river Caves are deep there, deeper than your dreams High above the valleys, growing with the streams *Chorus* 8 mil rope, take me home To the biv' I belong West Slovenia, hollow mountain Take me home, 8 mil rope All the old lags gather round here Caving novice where's your sense of fear Dark and dusty, rocks fall from on high Methy taste of sweet tea, mud flake in my eye *Chorus* 9 mil rope, take me home To the biv' I belong West Slovenia, hollow mountain Take me home, 9 mil rope I hear their voices in the dripping of the water Sounds remind me of the biv' far away And climbing up the rope I get a feeling that I should've been up hours ago, hours agoooo *Chorus* 10 mil rope, take me home To the biv' I belong West Slovenia, hollow mountain Take me home, 10 mil rope *Chorus* Flaming stakes, take me home To the biv' I belong West Slovenia, hollow mountain Take me home, flaming stakes
Larry
Various Artists (2017 Slovenia Expedition)
To be transcribed
Codeine
Celia Tinsley (2017 Slovenia Expedition)
To the tune of "Jolene" (chorus) Codeine, codeine, codeine, codeine! I’m begging of you take away my pain Codeine, codeine,codeine, codeine! Please just numb this feeling in my brain. As a powder you’re beyond compare Effervescing when there’s water there Your bubbles rising, bursting with a gleam In tablet form you taste so sweet Though I really shouldn’t eat you neat But I cannot resist your lure codeine (chorus) The constant ache within my bones The bruises which induce my moans You take it all away from me codeine. Every day and every night I cannot live without the sight or smell or taste or feel of you codeine. But my prescriptions running low Just fourteen packets left to go, Two sheets per pack right now, then let me see. . . There’s eight of you sealed in a sheet That’s 2-2-4 left for this week And then I’m on my own again codei . . . ne
Lead of Mine
Rebecca Diss (2017 Slovenia Expedition)
To the tune of "I Will Follow You Into the Dark" Lead of mine Someday you will die But I'll be close behind I'll follow you into the dark No headtorch light Or pitches to streamways wide Just my bum wedged so tight in a rift, that's really sharp *Chorus* If the caving gods decide, that they are satisfied Block the entrance pitch, with a mighty landslide If there's no way beyond, when we reach the front Then I won't turn back, oh no I won't At Imperial I drank too much alcohol I got liver damage From a dodgy home brew And I held my tum as they told me, Hun Beer is the heart of caving So I never looked back *Chorus* You and me Were the last ones to see That pitch so dangly With no hope to push on And now we're all worn down The time for slop is now There's nothing to cry about 'Cause we'll be in the bivi soon Under the brightest of moons *Chorus*
Captain Kangaroo
Rick (2007?)
To the tune of "Flowers on the Wall" I'm glad to see you're finally going pushing underground Sick of seeing you down in the bivi, bumming round You've finally bashed your oversuit in all those gaping rifts You really need to stop using your arse for extra grip *Chorus* There's no hangars on the wall, and this rift is rather small That don't bother me at all, I just wish I weren't so tall Smoking pseudo cigs and pushing captain kangaroo Don't tell me there's no way through *Chorus* Some people say it's tight and scrotty but they've never been It's really the most beautiful passage I've ever seen So come on won't you follow the blue lanex, off we go Turn right at the rub point, it's guaranteed to go *Chorus* Go digging at the boulder choke and bolting in the rock Sure of the connection sure as ten feet longs my great big nose A parallel shaft series would be mighty fine indeed Don't go pushing too far north, it's heading for space odyssey *Chorus*
Dirty Old Rhyme, from Newsletter 18 Winter 1993
To the tune of "Dirty Old Town" I met my pals down the caving stores Drove up north in a clapped out van At the Watford Gap stopped and Bought a mag Dirty old mag, dirty old mag We drove from there to the NPC Had a smoke and a cup of tea laid our heads on the filthy beds Dirty old beds, dirty old beds. Woke on the morn with a stonking horn ate my beans, bacon and sweatcorn dropped a log in the stinking bog Dirty old bog, dirty old bog. Then planned our day from a stained survey packed our ropes in the tackle bags Hurled abuse at the clubs old lags Dirty old lags, dirty old lags. Drove to the cave, it was 4 o'clock A little late but who gave a fuck We emptied our bags and strewn around our legs, was Dirty old kegs, dirty old kegs. Sighted the hole in the suns last ray Rigged it fast without delay Had a dump at the terminal sump Dirty old sump, dirty old sump. We were nearly out when we heard a shout went back to see who it could be at the final pitch was some poor bitch Dirty old bitch, dirty old bitch. We finally got changed and headed to the Pub Drank some beer and ate some grub Eyed the dames during silly games Dirty old games, dirty old games. Time to go home on a Sunday night Packed the van had a final shite So till the next time when we sing this rhyme Dirty old rhyme, dirty old rhyme. Dirty old rhyme, dirty old rhyme.
Ten Little Cavers, from Newsletter 17, Spring 1993
Ten little cavers, Went off to do a mine. One found a hidden shaft, And then there were nine. Nine little cavers, Found Lancaster in spate. One tried the water's depth, And then there were eight. Eight little cavers, Exploring down in Devon. One got locked inside a cave, And then there were seven. Seven little cavers, Clearing chokes with picks. One caught a falling rock, And then there were six. Six little cavers, Learning how to dive. One stayed down too long, And then there were five. Five little cavers, On a calcite floor. One sat on the weakest part, And then there were four. Four little cavers, Abseiling down G.G. One forgot his cowstails, And then there were three. Three little cavers, Splashing through Ffynnon Ddu. One slipped in the streamway, And then there were two. Two little cavers, Prospecting in the sun. One found a brand new pitch. And then there was one. One worried caver, Took up dancing instead: Tripped on a trailing bootlace And now he too is dead.
Other Classics
Puff, the magic dragon
An absolute classic from the bivi on the 2005-07 expos. We had it in Hungarian for 2008 courtesy of Gergely.
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee, Little jackie paper loved that rascal puff, And brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff. oh Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee, Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee. Together they would travel on a boat with billowed sail Jackie kept a lookout perched on puffs gigantic tail, Noble kings and princes would bow wheneer they came, Pirate ships would lower their flag when puff roared out his name. oh! Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee, Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee. A dragon lives forever but not so little boys Painted wings and giant rings make way for other toys. One grey night it happened, jackie paper came no more And puff that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar. His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain, Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane. Without his life-long friend, puff could not be brave, So puff that mighty dragon sadly slipped into his cave. oh! Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee, Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee.
Where Have All the Flowers Gone?
Often sung by Niko Kral, as the 2011 Easter Tour mentions: "...Niko's now classic rendition of 'Where have all the flowers gone?' that only gets more hilarious each time he belts it out..."
[Verse 1] Where have all the flowers gone? Long time passing Where have all the flowers gone? Long time ago Where have all the flowers gone? Young girls have picked them, every one Oh, when will they ever learn? Oh, when will they ever learn? [Verse 2] Where have all the young girls gone? Long time passing Where have all the young girls gone? Long time ago Where have all the young girls gone? Gone for husbands, every one Oh, when will they ever learn? Oh, when will they ever learn? [Verse 3] Where have all the husbands gone? Long time passing Where have all the husbands gone? Long time ago Where have all the husbands gone? Gone for soldiers, every one Oh, when will they ever learn? Oh, when will they ever learn? [Verse 4] Where have all the soldiers gone? Long time passing Where have all the soldiers gone? Long time ago Where have all the soldiers gone? Gone to graveyards, every one Oh, when will they ever learn? Oh, when will they ever learn? [Verse 5] Where have all the graveyards gone? Long time passing Where have all the graveyards gone? Long time ago Where have all the graveyards gone? Gone to flowers, every one Oh, when will they ever learn? Oh, when will they ever learn? [Verse 1] Where have all the flowers gone? Long time passing Where have all the flowers gone? Long time ago Where have all the flowers gone? Young girls have picked them, every one Oh, when will they ever learn? Oh, when will they ever learn?