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[The Night Shifters is] a fascinating ride. The voice feels a lot like Neil Gaiman. This is a huge compliment in my mind, and one not to be taken lightly.” - Melinda VanLone Reviews

Thursday, April 17, 2014

We Control the Horizontal, We Control the Vertical



When PONTYPOOL begins, you might think it's a noir-style thriller or mystery. It hooks you in much the same way as one of those. Once it takes a sharp turn in the horror direction, you're in for the ride and waiting to see what will happen next. That it manages to go off into an unexpected direction from there is a real treat.

It succeeds as a science fiction movie with some odd twists and turns. But the best thing about it is the radio studio in which most of it is set. They could have performed the story as a stage play (and maybe that's what is was, originally), or even as a radio broadcast. But what I liked most was the studio itself. Something about that place made me think of NASA control rooms. It seemed a place from which the world could be saved. This is probably due to the era in which I was raised -- technology was dials and gauges, pipes and switches. How I would love to work in a place like that. I loved being in that control room with the characters, and damned if they didn't figure out -- well, you'd better watch and see for yourself. It's worth the ride.

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Feasting With the Dead



If you're in Chicago this year, don't forget to stop in and see this exhibit (and hear Michael Levy's music). Follow the link . . .

My Music Now Featuring at the University of Chicago Oriental Institute Museum!

Tracks from my 2011 compilation album, "Ancient Landscapes" are being used in the video "Remembering Katumuwa" featured in the Special Exhibit "In Remembrance of Me: Feasting with the Dead in the Ancient Middle East" at the Oriental Institute Museum, University of Chicago, between 8th April 2014 to 4th January 2015!

For full details, please read this news update here!

Note – the photo at the top of this post is not from that exhibit – it's from an old ranchero museum in New Mexico. But it kinda sorta fit the theme.

Sunday, April 6, 2014

Surfing For Musical History



Michael Levy proves it's possible to find gold online if the right pilgrim looking for it. Follow the links below!

New Archaeological Discoveries - with my Laptop!

Never under estimate the power of Google search - I have recently found the answers to 2 intriguing questions regarding the lyres of antiquity...right here, on my laptop!


For years, I had assumed this vertical ridge must have been some sort of strap to hold the lyre - until I stumbled into this amazing Vimeo video by author and musicologist, Michalis P. Georgiou. It explains some of the obvious differences between the lyre we are familiar with, and the kithara which has a number of special characteristics unique to the instrument. During the course of these explanations, it is mentioned that the ancient Greek Kithara also had a vertical ridge down the back - this was to represent the shape of the spine of a tortoise, as seen in the more archaic ancient Greek "Lyra" - the lyre made with a skin stretched over tortoise shell resonator ...the mystery of the ridge seen down the back of the highly Hellanised evolution of the later versions of the Biblical Kinnor, (which in the 1st century, was almost identical to the ancient Greek Kithara), was finally solved!

The second major discovery I have made on Google, was an ancient description of an actual lyre playing technique which I had previously inferred from illustrations of ancient lyre players and which is featured in all of my albums - alternating between finger plucked and plectrum plucked tones. I found a description of this very same technique in some really interesting text by the ancient Roman poet, Virgil, in his epic poem, "The Aeneid - Book VI, line 645 : 

"...There Orpheus too, the long-robed priest of Thrace, accompanies their voices with the seven-note scale, playing now with fingers, now with the ivory quill" [nec non Threicius longa cum ueste sacerdos obloquitur numeris septem discrimina uocum,iamque eadem digitis, iam pectine pulsat eburno] ...It is amazing what you can find online these days!


And here's a link to his new blog about his findings:
http://ancientlyre.com/blogs/new_archaeological_discoveries_in_my_lounge_on_my_laptop/

Thursday, March 20, 2014

Hello, I'm Dr. Flora Strangelove . . .



Recently I had one of those dreams where I couldn't remember who I was, where I was, or how I had gotten there. To compound my confusion, I dreamed that I woke up in that state. I believe the term for that kind of experience is false awakening (but I may just be making that up from my own fevered imagination). It also didn't help that people sometimes actually do wake up without any idea where they are or how they got there – the experience is common enough to lend the dream that extra element of realism (and therefore that edge of panic).

In this dream, I woke up of the hood of a car. I had no memory of going to sleep there. But oddly, I did know something: it had happened before. So instead of flipping out, I tried to take stock of the situation.


This attempt to make sense of the unknown is what lies at the heart of many dreams. The circumstances usually don't make the slightest sense, so the explanations we come up with can be quite creative. In this case, I noticed that I was in a parking lot, possibly next to an Interstate, and there was a building nearby that could have been bathrooms. A few other cars were in the lot, and some of them also had people sleeping on the hoods. Those people had blankets and pillows; once I saw that, I realized that I did too. So probably I was sleeping on my hood on purpose, rather than ending up there as the result of an accident (or a drunken misadventure).

Once I reached this conclusion, I noticed there was another critical piece of information that I had forgotten: my name. It should have been the first thing that came to mind, but it absolutely did not. When I wracked my brains for it, the name Flora bounced around like a withered peanut in its shell. So I thought maybe my name was Flora. But the name Dr. Strangelove was also knocking around in there, so by that reasoning my name must be Dr. Flora Strangelove.


And why are we all sleeping on our hoods instead of in our cars, where it's safer? I wondered. The temperature was comfortable outside, maybe that was it. But wait – if we were near an interstate, we might be far enough away from town to see the stars. So I rolled onto my back to look up and, sure enough, the Milky Way stretched across the sky in full, fabulous display. I figured this must be why I had decided to sleep on the hood: so I could enjoy this view.

As I gazed in wonder, I heard a sound that knocked my panic level up a notch: someone stirred beside me. I had company on that hood.


Slowly I turned my head to gaze at this menace. But he was asleep too, and he was in a sleeping bag. That suggested that he hadn't just snuck up on me, he belonged there. I studied his face, but didn't recognize it. Maybe if I had been looking in a mirror I wouldn't have known myself, either. As I stared at him, he pried an eye open and focused on me.

Hello,” I said. “I'm Doctor Flora Strangelove.”

He managed to look baffled, even though he was only half awake. “Huh?' he said. “Wha – ?”

And then I woke up for real.


These half-baked little scenarios are exactly the sort of thing that get writers thinking. The human brain can't help trying to find patterns, even if no real pattern exists. The philosophy of a writer is that it doesn't matter what's real – you can make it seem real. You just have to find an interesting way to fill in the blanks. And that's why dreams like the one in which I played Dr. Flora Strangelove are more interesting than frustrating. Even if I never do much with it, I'll wonder why those two people were sleeping on the hood of that car together. Were they married? Were they private investigators (with a really small budget)?

Who else was in that parking lot . . . ?


The illustrations for these posts are from the files of Ernest Hogan. The one of the long-fingered lady at the top is the cover for my ebook, Pale Lady. Download it for free on Smashwords!

Thursday, March 6, 2014

Every Roman Bath Should Have At Least One Lyre Guy



Time once again to head on down to the Roman Baths and get your fix of lyre music from Michael Levy! And if you don't live in the U.K., remember you can download or order his albums. Follow the links and fix the date in your head . . .

Live Lyre Concert at the Roman Baths!

Sit laus Deo Apollini! For the third year in succession, I will be having the pleasure of playing my lyre, live at the world famous Roman Baths at Bath Spa! This concert and talk, held between 8pm - 10pm on Friday 16th May 2014, will form part of the annual "Museums at Night" festival.

I will be performing at the amphitheatre below the incredibly evocative Gorgon's Head at the Temple Pediment of Sulis Minerva - from my experience of playing here for the previous two years, I have discovered that this particular position in this amazingly preserved building provides the most incredible natural reverb, with the sound of my lyre literally bouncing off all the walls & floors of authentic 1st century Roman stone! This has just got to be the most incredible venue to attempt to bring back to life the lost music of ancient Rome...
I will also be giving talks in between my recital, all about how my obsession with the lyre & ancient music first began, the fascinating historical background & research behind my attempts to bring back to life the music of antiquity, as well as a demonstration of some fascinating ancient lyre playing techniques which I have used in my many recordings.

All the details, including times, ticket prices and the venue, can be found in the newly updated "Calendar" section of my website:

http://www.ancientlyre.com/calendar/The incredible Great Bath will also be torch-lit and there will be a bar - I shall look forward to hopefully meeting some of you lovely lyre music fans there on the night!

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Zen and the Art of Desert Appreciation



I'm a happy denizen of the desert, delighted by gnarly cacti, an abundance of tough creatures, and a lot of exposed rock – but I will admit that the desert is not for everyone. In fact, when I was a kid, I used to dream of living in a greener place. That was because I had never been to one of those greener places in the winter, and it was also before I had developed my passion for geology and its attendant dislike of landscapes that are “haired over” with green stuff that blocks my view of the rocks. Yet though my love of the desert has its scientific, geological/botanical side, there is another dimension to it as well, and that dimension is zen.

Zen is not a concept many people readily connect to the Sonoran Desert. Most folks picture garden shrines, moss-covered rocks, sapphire-blue pools and waterfalls when they think of zen (if they think of it at all). People don't tend to picture saguaros with twisted limbs and shattered, metamorphic-core mountains. But I would argue that zen is first thing you should think of when you're in a desert – especially in the summertime. When you are being blasted by that apocalyptic heat, in order to survive you sometimes have to stop thinking. You must simply be; it's the only way to endure the discomfort with any kind of patience. And that is a state of mind that usually only zen masters can achieve. That zen state of mind is the reason I was able to go beyond my scientific fascination with the desert and actually love the desert.


It was only when I was able to get past my discomfort, to sit quietly and observe the world around me, that I could see what was happening.


It wasn't until I shut down the noise in my head that I noticed the silence in the desert was full of sound and the emptiness was full of life. This is the sort of revelation that comes to you when it's 117° F, and you're sitting in the shade (where it's only about 105° F), sipping a Mega Gulp, thinking Wow – I could die out here, and suddenly you hear a bug that sounds like a tuning fork. That bug only makes that noise in the hottest, driest part of the summer, in the middle of the day. If you're in the right state of mind, that sound resonates with your soul.


For some folks, one hot day that forces them to cling to life via a Big Gulp (at least 64 ounces worth) is enough to put them off deserts forever. But for some of us oddballs, it's like the gateway drug to a life of fascination with things gnarly, pointy, dry, and hot.


Here in Phoenix, Arizona, a desert junkie has many places in which she can satisfy her cravings. One of my favorites is White Tanks Regional Park. The White Tanks are a metamorphic core complex, meaning that early deposits of igneous and metamorphic rocks were altered by upwellings of new molten material, in this case in the mid-Tertiary period. The park is a haven for saguaros, petroglyphs, hikers, school field trippers, and mountain lions (not all in the same bus, of course).


The hikes range from fairly easy to very challenging (the latter being the ones on which you could conceivably encounter the mountain lion). The best time to do them is from Mid October to mid April. Take a LOT of water if you're planning to hike for more than an hour, and if you're going any significant distance from the trail heads that have water fountains. Ernie and I usually take 1 ½ gallons of water each, (technically, we take 1-liter bottles, 3 to 4 apiece).


And don't forget to take a camera! It'll give you an excuse to stop and catch your breath at regular intervals.


After all, zen only lasts so long. And then you need a Big Gulp.



New Songs for an Ancient Instrument



Check out Michael's new blog post about music and the price paid for loving it – just follow the link!

Composing New Music For An Ancient Lyre!

I have just written a brand new blog, revealing the complete story of how my interest in composing music first began, the tortuous teenage lovelorn loneliness which resulted in my very first musical composition at the age of 17...and some of the "magic tricks" I now use, in composing new music for my various models of the lyres of the ancient world!

Here is the URL of the new blog:


Tuesday, February 11, 2014

The Ancient Greek Modes



Check out Michael's new blog post about his discovery of the ancient Greek modes, and how they've continued to inspire his compositions. Follow the link below!

Composing New Music in the Original Ancient Greek Modes

One of my greatest musical discoveries in my life, was to re-discover the long- forgotten magic of the original ancient Greek musical modes, once wrote about over 2300 years ago, by Plato and Aristotle...

The unique, individual character of these modes has been the back-bone of almost all of my original compositions for solo lyre since my first experimental release in 2010, which featured all 7 of these modes, in my album "The Ancient Greek Modes"
  
My brand new blog, detailing my experience of composing new music in the original ancient Greek Modes, can be read here.

Sunday, February 2, 2014

Michael Levy's Transformation into Orpheus (But Without the Misadventure in Hell)



Visit Michael's blog and find out what drives a guy to not only love ancient music, but to seek reproductions of ancient instruments. After all, if you want it done right – do it yourself (sort of)! Follow the link below . . .

The Inspiration behind my "Musical Adventures in Time Travel"...

I have just written a brand new blog, detailing the complete story of how my fascination with ancient music began and what inspires me about the ancient world, the first time, as a child,  I imagined what the long-lost lyre of antiquity may once have sounded, the rekindling of my childhood fascination with this instrument - and the continuing story of how my albums came to be recorded, from the humble beginnings of my Youtube Channel in 2006! The new blog can be read here

Friday, January 31, 2014

Yet Another Baffled, Middle-Aged Person Wonders, "WTF?"



Feelings of bafflement are not new to me. I spent most of my childhood in a state of bewilderment, mostly because I was weird, nerdy, and nearsighted. But the first time I can remember feeling blindsided by the tides of Culture was in high school, in the mid-70s, when the fabulous, experimental music I had been hearing since about 1968 gave way to the Disco Era. WTF? I wondered (or the 70s version of same). Suddenly a bunch of lunk-headed number-crunchers in the music industry had decided songs should be x minutes long and you should play the same 20 songs all day long. Since they were only x minutes long, that meant you heard them a bazillion times.

I tried to look on the bright side. I explored an interest in classical music and resigned myself to the idea that my country was peopled by don't-rock-the-boat, don't-make-me-think-too-hard folks who voted Republican 55 to 60 per cent of the time because they believed those folks would preserve the status quo – and that's the way it was going to be for the foreseeable future. Civil rights would be gained slowly (like a glacier inching across Antarctica) and popular culture would never embrace any kind of depth, beauty, or complexity.


This suspicion was confirmed by the 80s. The teenagers of the 80s seemed smugly confident that their president(s) had assumed office solely to assure them a prosperous future. They were upwardly-bound, the sky was the limit, and those old hippies of the 60s and 70s were a joke. Only the punks seemed to question the status quo. I had never felt so far from the mainstream. I struggled to build a career as a writer, and was so poor that I often had to borrow money to survive – this despite the fact that I had begun to work two, sometimes three jobs to make ends meet. I didn't even bother to ask WTF. I just kept my head down and kept slogging.

The last thing I expected, when the 90s rolled around, was another WTF moment. I opened my eyes and noticed that the teenagers and 20-somethings around me had turned into hippies. They loved poetry and folk music, their pop music was more imaginative, they were tree-huggers and vegans. I couldn't figure out where they had come from. I was working very hard to survive, still trying to make something of myself. I blamed myself for not succeeding, so I didn't look at the bigger picture. I told myself that those kids were hippies because the pendulum had swung in the opposite direction, and that the next generation would swing back again.


But it didn't do that after 2000 – not exactly, hence the next WTF. Older people swung right again, though not by the margins I had seen in the 70s and 80s. Bush barely squeaked into office in 2000 and 2004, and he was elected by older people. Younger people voted against him. I began to suspect that something was going on that I should have been aware of since the 90s. After all, it started in the 70s, when I was still trying to figure out what I was going to do with my life. It started when I realized I just didn't have that many options. I blamed myself for that. This is the thing we tend to do. This is what drives us to keep working, keep trying. If we dare to suspect that perhaps we're not being paid fairly, perhaps we're not imagining that there's a lack of real advancement opportunities, we scold ourselves and say we just need to work harder.

Young people have been hearing that BS for over 30 years now. We teach by example, and the example we've inadvertently given them is that we're gluttons for punishment, and we think they should be too. They've learned to shrug off the dogma we keep throwing at them. And that's what led to my next WTF moment. My notion that civil rights would inch along, like that glacier, was shot to hell in 2012. I found out that the current under-40 crowd has a much finer grasp of ethics than my peer group did. They support gay rights and women's rights, they don't see WASP culture as superior, they want to protect the environment, they think war is pointless and greed is destructive.


I hope these young people get out and vote in record numbers from now on. I hope they give me another happy WTF moment. I hope I can give them a good example of how to live instead of an example of what not to tolerate.

I'm working on it – but this time, I hope, with my eyes open.




Illustrations by Ernest Hogan, nanohuduista and teoguerrilla. If he ever catches up with me, I may get an unauthorized infotattoo . . .

Thursday, January 30, 2014

The Power and Might of Equal Temperament



Check out Michael Levy's remastered masterpiece – use the links below! And write reviews!

Re-release of my Masterfully Re-mastered 2009 Album!

I am pleased to announce the re-release on iTunes of my masterfully re-mastered 2009 album, "Lyre of the Levites"! The new release is now called"Lyre of the Levites: Klezmer Music For Biblical Lyre"... 

Produced by Dominik Johnson, this album features awe-inspiring reverb sampled from actual Middle Eastern caves, totally transforming the original 2009 recording of my lyre!

Clips of the original 2009 version were used as the theme music to the BBC Radio 4 "Book at Bedtime" series, "The Liars Gospel" by Naomi Alderman.

This is about the only one of my earlier recordings (before I had the means of tuning my lyre into just intonation), that the use of equal temperament is actually an improvement - in the new masterful mix, the subtle out of phase "shimmer" of equal temperament actually has the effect of making the sound of my lyre take on the power & might of a Cathderal Organ! 

Here are the main download links for the album:








NB!! Any new reviews of the album on iTunes or Amazon would be VERY greatly appreciated...thanks, everyone!

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Ringy-Dingy Lyre Thingees and the Wisdom of Minerva



BBC Radio has once again displayed its good taste by sampling Michael's Levy's music for a production about the history and science of music. And as if that weren't enough, now you can get that music for your Android phone! Follow the links below . . .

All my albums will soon be on Google Play!

In my ever-increasing efforts to get my lyre music "out there", I was delighted to discover that CD Baby has now partnered with Google Play - soon enabling the download of absolutely every one of my albums on any new-fangled android mobile phone on the planet!

Here is the link to my albums currently available on Google Play:


All the rest of my more recent releases (including "The Ancient Roman Lyre") will also be available from Google Play very soon - the best things in life are worth waiting for!

And!

My Lyre Music on BBC Radio 4!

After finally figuring out the monumental task of registering with the Performance Rights Society, each and every one of my tracks from each and every one of my 23 album/single releases since 2008, I was very pleased to discover, when viewing my first airplay statement, that music from my album "Ode To Ancient Rome" was recently featured on BBC Radio 4!

The track featured was "The Wisdom of Minerva", and it was used at the start of episode 12 of the 30 part series by Matt Thompson, "Noise: A Human History".

A free podcast of this broadcast can be heard here
Please feel free to share this link with the rest of the known UNIVERSE! Many thanks, everyone.

Great to finally be able to know when and where my music is "getting out there"...

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Raise the Minimum Wage for Sisyphus! (Set to Music)



If there's a guy the working class can relate to, it's Sisyphus, the original “Move that pile of cans/books/bricks over there and then move it back” guy. Now you can watch his story set to music by Michael Levy. Use the links below:

Use of my Lyre Music in a New Amateur Dramatics Video!

I was pleased to recently collaborate in a delightful new children's amateur dramatics video! The ancient Greek legend of Sisyphus featured in an amateur home video in which I gave permission to use clips from my album "The Ancient Greek Lyre". Sisyphus was doomed to push a rock up a hill for all eternity...enjoy!


NB! I always offer the licensing of my music in any non-profit making, non-commercial project for free - the only terms I usually include in the licensing agreement for such projects, is that a brief review of the album from which the track or tracks are selected, is posted on a prominent digital music store such as iTunes or Amazon.

If anyone out there wishes to use my lyre music for similar purposes, please don't hesitate to get in touch:


Wishing everyone a happy and prosperous 2014!

Sunday, December 22, 2013

Michael Levy and The Ancient Roman Lyre



Michael Levy has a brand new album out! You can buy it in various forms by clicking the links below.

Release of my album "The Ancient Roman Lyre"!

I am pleased to announce the release of my brand new album, "The Ancient Roman Lyre"...


The free PDF of the detailed album notes can be downloaded here 

I would be enormously grateful if everyone could please "spread the word"!!

Many thanks, everyone...any reviews of the abum on iTunes, Amazon or CD Baby would also be most greatly appreciated, in my relentless, Herculean efforts as an aspiring independent musican, to get my little-known lyre music heard by the rest of the unsuspecting world - cheers!!

Saturday, December 14, 2013

King David's Chanukah Wish List



Back in the dim, dusty days when I worked in the music department in Borders, I talked with a customer who was especially fond of harp music. “I love the harp more than King David!” he announced, happily. I was able to hook him up with several harp albums that day, but I wish we had stocked albums by Michael Levy. That customer would have gone into the stratosphere if he could have heard Michael's music.

Now you can hear it for free! Click the links! Write reviews! Get cracking!!!

A MASSIVE Christmas Present For All My Fans!

A MASSIVE CHRISTMAS PRESENT FOR ALL MY LYRE MUSIC FANS!!! For a limited time, absolutely EVERY one of my 23 releases since 2008 is available for FREE (or as much as anyone thinks my music is worth!) from Bandcamp! If the "free" option is selected, all I would kindly ask in return, is to post a review of the album or single on either iTunes or Amazon..and to spread the word about my little-known lyre music to the rest of the unsuspecting world...

Here is the link to my Bandcamp Page:


Seasons Greetings, Everyone!

Friday, December 13, 2013

Officer Bernadette Kicks Butt



I enjoyed Anne Hillerman's new book, Spider Woman's Daughter, set in her late father's Navajo Detective series. I confess, once I realized she was a writer who had published a book about her father's journies in Navajoland (Tony Hillerman's Landscape), I was hoping she might pick up the reins and write a book in his series. When Spider Woman's Daughter was released, I snatched it up and dove into it. I quickly discovered that Anne Hillerman has her father's knack for building suspense and character. Even more important, she knows how to allow the reader to work on the mystery along with the main characters. I loved being able to learn more about the characters of Officer Bernadette Manuelito and her mother, as well.

Not to sound like a Philistine, but I did not discover Tony Hillerman's detective series until two years ago, after I began to work at the Heard Museum's book store. My mother was devoted to the series for many years, waiting for each new book with bated breath, so I knew they wouldn't disappoint me once I picked them up. And yet I still didn't read them – not until I read Talking Mysteries byTony Hillerman and Ernie Bulow (Ernie Bulow also wrote Navajo Taboos). This slim volume contains an introduction by Ernie Bulow, a quick autobiography by Tony Hillerman, an interview in which Bulow and Hillerman discuss writing and writing methods, and a masterpiece of a short story by Hillerman. Be sure and turn all the way to the end of the book, where you'll find gorgeous illustrations by Ernest Franklin depicting Joe Leaphorn and Jim Chee on the trail of a mystery. Once I had seen those illustrations, I knew I had to start reading about the characters.

I have now read all but the last two books in Tony Hillerman's series, and I've been very spoiled by being able to pick them up without having to wait for them to be written. Alas, I'll be forced to wait with everyone else for Anne's new books in the series.

So – how much did I enjoy her book? So much, I'm looking forward to reading the next one. Considering the big shoes Anne had to step into, this is high praise. But one word of warning: things get hairy really quick. You'll be on the hook until the very end!

I decided not to try to use any of the cover graphics for these books from google - they would only be taken down, because they're proprietary.  The photo at the top of this post was taken in Petrified Forest/Painted Desert national park, which is also Navajo Country.

Friday, November 29, 2013

Yodeling Goats Drive Big Box Bookstore Into Bankruptcy


Years ago, my friend Eileen Rowan and I worked together at the same Borders, and somehow we got onto the topic of the yodeling goatherd song from The Sound of Music. We noodled together a goofy poem about yodeling goats. We didn't finish it, and I stuck it into a file and forgot it.

Then recently I was putting together a little display at the Heard Museum book store for a classic kid's book titled, The Goat in the Rug. I thought of our poem and dug it up. It only needed a couple of lines to be complete. So here it is, the yodeling goat song, written by two miscreants on a slow night at Borders:

The Yodeling Goat Song

This is the song of the yodeling goats
They never eat books but they eat lots of oats
They live in a castle surrounded by moats
Those dawdling, oat-eating, yodeling goats.

Sing yodely-ohdely-dohdely-doo
If you think they’re funny, then I think so too
Sing Yodely-ohdely-dohdely-day
They moved in last week and it looks like they’ll stay

The yodeling goats, the yodeling goats
They like to eat fish, so they have shiny coats
They read magazines and sport colorful totes
Those oft-toting, fish-eating, yodeling goats

Sing yodely-ohdely-dohdely-dorm
Don't buy them a jacket, 'cause they're always warm
Sing yodely-ohdely-dohdely-day
They ring all the doorbells and then run away

The yodeling goats, the yodeling goats
They don’t give a fig for the DOs and the DON’Ts
They don't cross their Ts and they don't mark their quotes
Those fig-tossing, mis-quoting yodeling goats

Sing yodely-ohdely-dohdely, please
Let's run in the meadows and climb all the trees!
Sing yodely-ohdely-dohdely-dug
There's a goat in the pen and a goat in the rug

The yodeling goats, they have golden throats
And sing acapella, they know all the notes
They tap dance all summer, then drink root beer floats
Those tippy-tap, rooty-beer, golden throat goats

Sing yodley-ohdely-dohdely-dend
This yodeling goat song, will it never end?
Sing yodely-ohdely-dohdely-dain
Come back here next week and we'll sing it again!