Blatant Bill (gives you a chill) and presents: 
The Rumpelstiltskin Roundelle

Endmix made 12 January 2000

This remarkable poem has been written by Tom Scheelings. It was 
intended to fill a gap, or rather a niche in the market: A dance 
for people who have a wooden or otherwise artificial leg. Tom had 
the idea that Rumpelstiltskin had a wooden leg, because, in a 
childrens movie, he noticed that he danced in a remarkable way 
when saying the poem about his name. Now I, as an expert on Grimm's 
fairytales, checked the story in a German release of Grimms tales, 
published 1939, and now I happen to know that this is not at all true! 

Even under the concept of Blatant Bill, I consider this a weird poem. 
But I could not resist adding sound to it. And here it is. Here we 
present 2:50 minutes hopalong dance with wooden sounds and in a woody 
rhytmic style. But be warned: even though I made music to it, I 
still consider this music to be weird.


The Rumpelstiltskin Roundelle (a merry hopalong song)

In our appartment, in our room
When the music plays our tune      
We like to dance and hop
And do not want to stop

Katchoong katchoong katchoong      
Harhar                                                         
Katchoon katchoon katchoong
Boom boom                                                

This turns our neighbours mad
Especially those under us
Living in the flat below
They do not like (of: appreciate) this fuss

Katchoong katchoong katchoong 
Hoho
Katchoong katchoong katchoong
Boom boom

Left we turn and right
Ever so soft and light
Than we bow to show our ass
Leaving nothing much to guess

Rumba, tango, acid house
After a glass of Famous Grouse
We tumble round and round
Stampeding on the ground  
 Katching katching katching
Hihi
Katching katching katching
bing bing

We may be small but do our best
To fit right in with all the rest
We like to hop along
With our parents in this song

Katchoong katchoong katchoong 
harhar
Katchoong katchoon katchoong
Boomboom

Indeed we are a silly club
Of women, man and little kids
Sharing just one thing:
Handmade wooden legs

Katchoong katchoong katchoong 
harhar
Katchoong katchoon katchoong
Boomboom

At parties, disco's, festivals
When we're around the people shout
'Ouch' and 'Shit', and 'throw them out'
'Let's nail them to the walls'

This is what we love a lot
We hop along and trot 
Rumpelstiltskin taught us well
Yes    Rumpelstiltskin taught us well


Text: Tom Scheelings
Musick etc: Willem Scheelings