Rompin' and Stompin'

by The Charles Darwin Selection

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Look what came crawling out from under a rock! The Charles Darwin Selection, a band from another time? Heck, they even seem to come from another úniverse!
Their selfpenned songs are not about things that normal people can be bothered with:
They sing about describing exotic birds for science; wellmeaning, but unsuccesfull missionaires; the terror of Darwin's theory of evolution; how Toetanchamon's (after)life got in a rut and the how and why of dinosaurbones in the ground.
Their musical influences are near-extinct musical types like ragtime, tradjazz, swing, hawaii-music, negro-spirituals en countyblues. Passionately brought back to life by the gents in a way not even 'herr doktor' Frankenstein could have imagined.
They take there music dead (pun intended) serious... but not themselves.
*Master-bullfiddleplayer Chris Wouters provides the foundation on which the other three by Charles Darwin selected members Manus Horst, Ludo Klink and Hans Hartgers can play their guitars, ukuleles, banjos mandolins, trumpets, trombones, wasboards, harmonicas en kazoos as if the electric guitar and the drumkit were never invented.
**Completing the picture is their wardrobe: cheap suits, bowties, breast-pocket handkerchiefs, garters and hats like the topper, the bowler hat and the fez. And they sound exactly like they look.
***Out of date, yet hip and happening.
Far, far out (of this world).


released January 8, 2018

Hans Hartgers: guitar, banjo, banjolele, mandolin, washboard, egg, harmonica, kazoo and vocals.
Ludo Klink: guitar, dobro, lapsteel, slideguitar, glockenspiel, ukelele, mandolin, and vocals.
Manuel Horst: guitar, ukelele, mandolin, trombone, trumpet, washboard, melodica, and devilish vocals.
Chris Wouters: upright bass and vocals.
Recorded, engineerd and mastered at the Hillroad Records studios by Ruud Thijs.


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Track Name: The Charles Darwin Stomp
The Charles Darwin Stomp (words&music by Ludo Klink)

Keep ya' peckers up ol'boys, don't let them play with your toys
Keep your chin up and grin everyday
Though the world's a big ol' mess and your daytime full of stress
We're so happy that we can play

On this earth there's misery and pain
Disasters no one can explain
When there's a god, maybe he can tell
Why we're all living like in hell

There was a priest who told the natives: "RUN,
when you die you go to hell and burn"
The inuit said: "Fine, it's to cold anyway
so your hell seems a real neat place to stay"

When we were apes, life was not too bad
Eat, shit and mate, all we ever had
With evolution all the trouble starts
Rape, kill and plunder and watching stupi darts

So for all who believe this life is swell
Look around and conclude it's living hell
But we keep on singing anyway
Play our Charles Darwin blues everyday
Track Name: Alfred Russel Rag
Alfred Russel Rag (words&music Hans Hartgers)

Alfred Russel was a man with a most perculiar job
He travelled all around the world and never did he stop
Looking for those animals of which no white man had heard
But what Alfred most enjoyed has looking out for birds

When Alfred Russel saw a bird no white man ever saw
Alfred russel shot the bird although he was in awe
't was a beauty of a bird
it was a real scientific birth
Alfred Russel didn't know it was the last one on the earth

Killing new found specimen seems an awful shame today
But back in Alfred Russel's time it was the common way
Kill it, stuff it, name it and then sent it back home
Pack your bags and on you go, there's new grounds yet to roam

When Alfred Russel saw the bird he didn't hesitate
Alfred Russel shot the bird and thereby sealed it's fate
't was a beauty of a bird
it was a real scientific birth
Alfred Russel didn't know it was the last one on the earth

In Borneo he saw some birds, they took him by surprise
Someone aptly named them the birds of paradise
One species carries Alfred's name: Wallace's standard wing
But Alfred would have traded that for just one little thing

When Alfred Russel saw the bird he never even blinked
Alfred Russel shot the bird and it became extinct
't was a beauty of a bird
it was a real scientific birth
Alfred Russel didn't know it was the last one on the earth

Later on in Alfred's life he had a brush with fame
His and Darwin's theory were practically the same
But Alfred didn't want the fame, the glory and the gold
He thought about that lonely bird whose hide he never sold
Track Name: Going Back South
Going back south (words&music by Ludo Klink)

Going back south on the back of my hand
Spending hours waiting for the promised land
Standing in the shadow, it's a hundred and ten
Feeling low down dirty waiting for the man

Pass the time waiting, watching people go by
They seem to live easy and they're tellin' no lie
Why am I so blue, it's more than I can take
World seems collapsing and the levee's gonna break

Hold on for a minute the man said to me
Don't feel sad and lonely, listen to my plea
There's always someone out there who can ease your pain
Just sign over here and you're back in the game
Track Name: Devil Put Them Bones In The Ground
Devil put them bones in the ground (words&music by Hans Hartgers)

At school we read in genesis how God created life
But he misses out on dinosaurs, a source of constant strife
Between me and my teacher, once I asked him to explain
His disappointment was as big as Adams was in Cain

Devil put them bones in the ground,
bones in the ground, bones in the ground
Devil put them bones in the ground
to lead us all astray

The bones that our forefathers found, burried in the ground
Did not match no animal that they had ever found
Were there ones fierce dragons that roamed around on earth?
Poppycock and fairytales, for this is what I heard...

Them bones destroyed the lives of Dr. Marsh and Mr. Cope
The story of their "fossilfeud" reads like a vicious soap
They fought for nearly twenty years, embittered to the bone
When you're a paleontologist you'll end up all alone

So don't trust them heathen scientists, all they tell is lies
Turn upside down your family tree and much to your surprise
Adam has moved down a notch, a diff'rent tree takes shape
Instead of him resides on top a big and hairy ape!

And when we go to heaven... or when we go to hell
The things we learn about them bones, we wish that we could tell
To all our friends down there on earth: "Take warning and take heed
don't put your faith in scientists, they are the devil's breed!"

Whether you believe in Darwin or to the gods do pray
Museums of natural history would have nothing on display
If the ground had been devoid of lizardegg and -bone
So tell me Mr. Devil, did you do that all alone?

Yeah, I did put them bones in the ground,
bones in the ground, bones in the ground
I did put them bones in the ground
and led you all astray!
Track Name: Tutsinnarut
Tutsinarut (words&music by Hans Hartgers)

Tutsinnarut, Tutsinnarut,
Tutsinna, Tutsinna, Tutsinnarut

Poor king Tut, his frontdoor's always shut!
Though it nearly drove him nuts
He simply didn't have the guts
To leave his stoney hut
Poor king Tut, his frontdoor's always shut!
The air inside so stale and smelly
But he dared not parade the valley
In a kingly strut, Poor king Tutsinnarut!

Shabti's they might disagree
But they're not jolly company...

Tutankhamun, look what Carter's done
- Through the ages you lay sleepin'
All that time no-one came peepin'-
He let in the sun
Tutankhamun felt: "Now my life's begun"
'Cause he was just like one of us
Exept for his sarcophagus
"Now I can have some fun"
King Tut's havin' fun!

Half the world paid him a visit
Tutankhamun was a big hit...

Poor king Tut, his frontdoor's never shut!
hundreds pour in by the hour
Tut his mood is turnin' sour
He got what he wanted, but...
Poor king Tut, his frontdoor's never shut!
At night you hear him weep and moan:
"I wish they'd all leave me alone
I curse the whole damn lot!"
Poor king Tutsinnarut!
Track Name: When I'm 84
When I'm 84 (words&music by Ludo Klink)

You don't care about me girl, when I'm 84
You don't care about me girl, you don't love me no more

You used to hang around with every man in town
Now you're down and you lost your crown
But you don't care about me girl, when I'm 84

She's a hot rod girl, yeah sure as it can be
Took on a whole gang, it's plain dead to me
A howling hellcat homping a hot steel hog
Fierce as a straycat, vicious as a dog

I used to buy you flowers and rings
Now I'm out and another man sings
You don't care about me girl, when I'm 84
Track Name: John Banvards Folly
John Banvards folly (words&music Hans Hartgers)

One day as I was passing through a town called Louisville
I saw an advertisement that struck me as surreal
A painting on an epic scale, to put other works to shame
Painted by an unknown man, John Banvard was his name

It was the river Mississippi as it flows through seven states
Banvard rowed his boat two years and stretched it all the way
I saw it with my own eyes as Banvard rolled it by
Three miles of canvas, I tell you it's no lie!

(He said) "It is the biggest in the land, watch me roll it out
Yes! I'm gonna show it to the whole damn crowd
Believe me when I tell you, and don't you get me wrong
I tell you that this thing of mine is three mile long!"

Sure it was the biggest that I had ever seen
Banvard had all other painters turn a jealous green
Who cared if there were painters with a subtle brushtechnique?
From now on it's the size that counts: SMALL EQUALS WEAK!

Well... but Banvard was a braggart prone to exaggerate
His painting was not half as big as he himself did state
He met his fate with Barnum, who called for his dimise
And lured all Banvard clients away with even bigger lies

(He argued) "It's the biggest in the world, please do take a seat
Observe the Mississippi, I ain't no cheat!
Believe me when I tell you and don't you get me wrong
I tell you that this thing of mine is three miles long!"
Track Name: Train Of Love
Train of love (words&music by Ludo Klink)

I took the train at 9pm trying to get back home
I spend my days hangin'around wherever I may room

Because this train of love is passing by
finding it's way to you
Carry me and no other guy
so I ain't felling blue

I bless the day that we met, turned out to be no lie
I'm telling you I have no regrets until the day I die

A train can take you miles away, places you never been
There is no turning back no more, this love ain't cruel and mean

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