Vesuvius, Gustav T'ar T'ar, and Ayloisius Hannie

Vesuvius Hannie
Guitar master.
King of Vol.

Gustav T'ar T'ar Hannie
Musician extraordinaire.
Master critic.

Ayloisius Hannie
Keyboard virtuoso.
Leader in piety.

Silvain Hannie sings The Apology Song

The classic Hannie song, "The Apology Song," is sung by Silvain Hannie. With his own solo ukulele accompaniment.

Irish Oatmeal

The Hannies now take you to a small village in 19th century Ireland.
They sing the tale of an Irish lad fleeing a Banshee.
And the legend of a good mother's porridge the captures a Banshee's appetite.
Behold the Irish Ballad of:
"Irish Oatmeal."

Mule Reprise

This is an instrumental tune by
"The Hannies."
We call it "Mule Reprise."
Thanks for listening.

It Makes For Better

Yes! Yes! It makes for better!

Trampoline Early Demo

From the Hannie Vault.

An early demo of the song,

" Blue Ridge Trampoline."

This version is notable because it is just the basic track before the violin or effects were added.

It stands out though because of the lost soliloquy given by Silvain Hannie.

Truly a lost gem.

Here is the

"Trampoline Early Demo."

The Truckaneers

A ghostly galleon on eighteen wheels.

MissUnderstood

Smell the bridges burn.

The Man In Ice

From the look on his face, 

it all seems nice,but he's frozen there.

"The Man In Ice."

It's The Middle

It's not the beginning or the end.

Vegetables Lament

The story of the angst of vegetables.

Oatmeal (reprise)

This is a Hannie instrumental version of "Irish Oatmeal" with visuals of the Irish coast.

"Oatmeal (reprise)"

It Makes For Better

Yes! Yes! It makes for better!

Blue Ridge Trampoline

A hillbilly tries to win love with a trampoline.

MissUnderstood (reprise)

The Hannies music was often pulled from their songs to be used as instrumentals.

Here is a reprise of the music used in their song,

"MissUnderstood (reprise)."

The Truckaneers (an early version)

The Truckaneers (an early version)

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A rare track from the Hannie vault. This is an early version where Works Hannie instead of Silvain Hannie sings the lead vocal. Also missing are various guitars and sound effects.

Stalled Out In Zen

The Hannies sing of the plight of being trapped in endless bliss.

A Nod To Poi

Oh my little waheenie.

Man Mule Sweeny

The legend of a man during the great dust bowl that saved a farmer with the sweat of his brow. Oh the smell.

A Donkey On A Funicular

Up he goes and down he goes.

Little Emil

The sad tale of Little Emil's broken heart.

Ride Roy Ride

He rode on a silver horse and she rode by his side.

Sitting in my favorite chair along with them I'd ride.

I like T.V. cowboys and tall Texas tales.

And I always sang along when they sang those Happy Trails.

Ride Roy Ride.

Dale by his side.

Bullets running close behind.

Ride Roy Ride.

I like T.V. cowboys and tall Texas tales.

And I always sang along when they sang those Happy Trails.

At shooting them outlaws Roy was the best.

Many a rustler Roy had layed to rest.

The bad guys in town did not stand a chance.

When into town rode good ole Roy and on their face he'd dance.

Ride Roy Ride.

Dale by his side.

Bullets running close behind.

Ride Roy Ride.

I like T.V. cowboys and tall Texas tales.

And I always sang along when they sang those Happy Trails.

On Trigger he rode all threw the west.

Every week some outlaw would put him to the test.

Silver six guns by his side so pretty you could cry.

if anybody gave him lip he'd let those bullets fly.

Ride Roy ride.

Dale by his side.

Bullets running close behind.

Ride Roy ride.

I like T.V. cowboys and tall Texas tales.

And I always sang along when they sang those Happy Trails.

Happy Trails.....

The Apology Song

For everyone and everything,

The Hannies sincerely apologize.

In their tune,

"The Apology Song."

Pilgrims Pride

Remember when

the sky was blue,

the water fresh,

the air was too.

Upon this rock they did land

just to lend a helping hand.

Here they come over the hill.

Ah ah ah.

Pilgrims proud, muskets filled.

Ah ah ah.

Turkeys in hand for the thanksgiving feast.

You bring the cranberries.

I'll bring the peas.

Here they come over the hill.

Ah ah ah.

Ah ah ah.

Ah ah ah.

Isn't It Nice When The Women Are Happy

Isn't it nice when the women are happy?

Isn't it sweet when the women are pleased?

Isn't it good when they're not thinking about you?

Isn't right when they are at ease?

Here, can I help you?

What can I do?

Ah, don't bother yourself.

Please, let me get that for you.

Why don't you sit awhile?

Who deserves it more than you?

Let me rub your feet with a smile.

I enjoy it.

Let me remove that shoe.

Oh the women are happy.

At last the women are happy.

Shout for joy the women are happy.

Rejoice!

Oh My Lenska

Oh my Lenska.

how you make me burn.

Oh my Lenska,

how the worm has turned.

That uncommon chilly night,

taught me things were just not right .

Oh my Lenska.

Oh my Lenska

Oh my Lenska,

I didn't read the signs.

Oh my Lenska,

grief clings to me like vines.

A thousand gulags couldn't start

describe the prison of my heart.

Oh my Lenska.

Oh my Lenska.

I was Lenskas' lover man.

but she used me like a garbage can.

Slings and arrows how they burn

but for Lenska I still yearn.

Oh my Lenska.

Oh my Lenska.

Charlie And Frank

Charlie and Frank met at noon every day ,

on a bench in a park by a fountain just to watch the people pass.

Sometimes Frank would smile and sigh,

Talk about the days that had gone by,

Charlie politely smiled showing Frank that he really cared.

Who'd believe it been eighty years.

Nobody left but C and F,

to live a day at a time.

Sometimes they drink wine.

They get a little out of line.

So little time.

Frank he waited,

but Charlie never showed.

Now memories he shares now all alone.

Charlies forgotten.

To all but Frank.

Who even forgets now and then,

but that's the way that it goes.