WHAT THE HECK, is "bearded barley"????

anyone remember that song "Kiss Me" by sixpence nonthericher... that really lame band...


anyway they always play that song on the soft rock station we listen to at work (our boss's decision, not ours)....


the first line of that song says "kiss me out in the bearded barley"

so i ask you what the heck is bearded barley?

 

My guess is barley that hasn't been cut recenly. You know... tall grass.

 

Good job, Beru.

DarthNut,
the nuttiest guy around.

 

isn't alcohol made from barley?

 

Yes.

 

so you think it is an offhand reference to a fat guy with a beard and alcohol?

 

That or he's saying he wants to kiss someone out back in the tall grass.

Take your pick.

 

You mean me?

-sj loves kevin spacey

 

That or he's saying he wants to kiss someone out back in the tall grass.

Take your pick.

she. kthx

 

you think she wants to kiss a bearded man while fermenting alcohol?

 

obviously

DarthNut,
the nuttiest guy around.

 

How romantic.

 

'Bearded barley' probably just rhymes with whatever line preceeding or following it. Meh.

 

boo flag on the play.... i hate it when songs rhyme for no reason

 

John Barleycorn is dead.

 

"John Barleycorn is dead."

I never even said goodbye.

Amazing.

 

Beaded barley probably refers to early morning in the barley field when there's dew on them -- hence, beads of moisture. Typically dew is described as "beads of dew"...

 

bearded. kthx

 

"John Barleycorn is Dead"

- Traditional English Folk-Song


There were three men came out of the west, their fortunes for to try
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn must die
They've plowed, they've sown, they've harrowed him in
Threw clods upon his head
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn was dead

They've let him lie for a very long time, 'til the rains from heaven did fall
And little Sir John sprung up his head and so amazed them all
They've let him stand 'til Midsummer's Day 'til he looked both pale and wan
And little Sir John's grown a long long beard and so become a man
They've hired men with their scythes so sharp to cut him off at the knee
They've rolled him and tied him by the way, serving him most barbarously
They've hired men with their sharp pitchforks who've pricked him to the heart
And the loader he has served him worse than that
For he's bound him to the cart

They've wheeled him around and around a field 'til they came onto a pond
And there they made a solemn oath on poor John Barleycorn
They've hired men with their crabtree sticks to cut him skin from bone
And the miller he has served him worse than that
For he's ground him between two stones

And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl and his brandy in the glass
And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl proved the strongest man at last
The huntsman he can't hunt the fox nor so loudly to blow his horn
And the tinker he can't mend kettle or pots without a little barleycorn