Shiver me Timbers

Blues Lyrics: Saffire -The Uppity Blues Women

There is nothing I can do
Nothing I can say
That folks don't criticize me
But I'm gonna do
Just what I want to anyway
Don't care if they all despise me

If I go to church on Sunday
And I honkytonk all day Monday
Ain't nobody's business if I do

And if I should get a feeling
I wanna dance upon the ceiling
Ain't nobody's business, oh it ain't nobody's business if I do

If I stay out all night
Spend all my money, well that's all right
It ain't nobody's business if I do

You try to tell me I got no right to sing the blues
What gives you the right to tell me what I should do?
It ain't nobody's, ain't nobody's business if I do

Well it ain't nobody's business
It ain't no it ain't nobody's business
You know it ain't nobody's business
ain't nobody's business what I do
Whoa what I do
You know it ain't nobody's business
ain't nobody's business if I do.

Hey, Joanne, I like Nobody's Business, and it's really a "thumb your nose at the world" type song. This song always made me shiver a might:

Original Lyrics and Music by Danny Dill and Marijohn Wilkin

Ten years ago, on a cold, dark night
Someone was killed beneath the town hall light
There were few at the scene
But they all agreed
That the slayer who ran
Looked a lot like me

She walks these hills in a Long Black Veil
She visits my grave when the night winds wail
Nobody knows, nobody sees, nobody knows but me

The judge said, "Son, what is your alibi?
If you were somewhere else,
Then you won`t have to die."
Well, I said not a word
Though it meant my life
For I`d been in the arms
Of my best friend`s wife

Oh, she walks these hills in a Long Black Veil
She visits my grave when the night winds wail
Nobody knows, nobody sees, nobody knows but me

Oh now, the scaffold was high
Eternity is near
She stood in the crowd
And shed not a tear

Oh, sometimes at night
When the cold winds blow
In a Long Black Veil
She stands over my bones

She walks these hills in a Long Black Veil
She visits my grave when the night winds wail
Nobody knows, nobody sees, nobody knows but me

She walks these hills in a Long Black Veil
She visits my grave when the night winds wail
Nobody knows, nobody sees, nobody knows but me
Nobody knows, nobody sees, nobody knows but me

Nobody knows but me...

Nobody knows...
Nobody knows...
Nobody knows... but me.

The only artist that I heard do that was Lefty Frezel(sp).

How about this one from Dwight Yoakum:

Chorus:
I'm a thousand miles from nowhere
Time don't matter to me
Cause I'm a thousand miles from nowhere
And there's no place I want to be

I got heartaches in my pocket
I got echoes in my head
And all that I keep hearing
Are the cruel cruel things that you said

I got bruises on my memory
I got tear stains on my hands
And in the mirror there's a vision
Of what used to be a man

One bright and sunny day I repeated the last verse for my co-workers in Washington, D.C. I meant it to be funny but they all cried.

COME O MY LOVE - traditional, taken from "An Evening With Belafonte" by Harry Belafonte

The winter has gone and the leaves turn green
The winter has gone and the leaves turn green
Your innocent face, I wish I never had seen

Come o my love and fare you well
Come o my love and fare you well
You slighted me, but I wish you well

The rope was brought and the bow was swung
The rope was brought and the bow was swung
An innocent man, you have all hung

Come o my love and see me die
Come o my love and see me die
Lift your innocent face, see me dance in the sky

Joanne and edgar....A haunting melody.and in the sweep of the season, we know there are no witches..but delight in the aspect of thinking.:

Old Molly means was a hag and a witch;
Chile of the devil, the dark, and sitch.
Her heavy hair hung thick in ropes
And her blazing eyes was black as picch.
Imp at three and wench at 'leben
She counted her husbands to the number seben.


O Molly, Molly, Molly Means
There goes the ghost of Molly Means.
Some say she was born with a veil on her face
So she could look through unnatural space
Through the future and through the past
And charm a body or an evil place
And every man could well despise
The evil look in her coal black eyes.


Old Molly, Molly, Molly Means
Dark is the ghost of Molly Means.
And when the tale begun to spread
Of evil and of holy dread:
Her black-hand arts and her evil powers
How she could cast her spells and called the dead,
The younguns was afraid at night
And the farmers feared their crops would blight.


Old Molly, Molly, Molly Means
Cold is the ghost of Molly Means.
Then one dark day she put a spell
On a young gal-bride just come to dwell
In the lane just down from Molly's shack
And when her husband come riding back
His wife was barking like a dog
And on all fours like a common hog.


O Molly, Molly, Molly Means
Where is the ghost of Molly Means?
The neighbors come and they went away
And said she'd die before break of day
But her husband held her in his arms
And swore he'd break the wicked charms;
He'd search all up and down the land
And turn the spell on Molly's hand.


O Molly, Molly, Molly Means
Sharp is the ghost of Molly Means.
So he rode all day and he rode all night
And at the dawn he come in sight
Of a man who said he could move the spell
And cause the awful thing to dwell
On Molly Means, to bark and bleed
Till she died at the hands of her evil deed.


Old Molly, Molly, Molly Means
This is the ghost of Molly Means.
Sometimes at night through the shadowy trees
She rides along on a winter breeze.
You can hear her holler and whine and cry.
Her voice is thin and her moan is high,
And her cackling laugh or her barking cold
Bring terror to the young and old.


O Molly, Molly, Molly Means
Lean is the ghost of Molly Means.

I thought with some amusement of the thread about Salem Witch Trials...People eternally trying to prove stuff..Internally caught up in the macabre...<smile>

"Ah, poor real life that I love."

William Dean Howells.

Goodnight from Florida, the state that won't let people go with dignity.

Have you tried putting that to a vote, Letty.

Ah, Letty, you are bidding us good night, just when I was getting started. Well, anyway, you've not heard Long Black Veil really sung until you've heard Joan Baez's version. Now that will raise the hair on the back of your neck.

And I'm laughing because you mentioned Dickie Lee's Laurie, because if you recall, it was his version of Patches that I couldn't recall on one of your other threads. Do you remember? I finally found it, and posted it.

And of the many who have done this one, I think Burl Ives is my favorite:

An old cowpoke went riding out one dark and windy day
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw
A'plowin' through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw

Yi-pi-yi-ay, Yi-pi-yi-o
Ghost riders in the sky

Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel
Their horns wuz black and shiny and their hot breaths he could feel
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky
For he saw the riders comin' hard and he heard their mournful cry

Yi-pi-yi-ay, Yi-pi-yi-o
Ghost riders in the sky

Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, and shirts all soaked with sweat
They're ridin' hard to catch that herd but they ain't caught them yet
They've got to ride forever in that range up in the sky
On horses snortin' fire, as they ride on, hear their cry

Yi-pi-yi-ay, Yi-pi-yi-o
Ghost riders in the sky

As the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name
"If you want to save your soul from hell a' ridin' on our range"
"Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride"
"A-tryin' to catch the Devil's herd across these endless skies."

Yi-pi-yi-ay, Yi-pi-yi-o
Ghost riders in the sky
Ghost riders in the sky

ENDLESS SLEEP - Jody Reynolds

The night was black rain falling down
Looked for my baby she's nowhere around
Chased her footsteps down to the shore
Afraid she's gone for evernore
I looked at the sea and it seemed to say
I took your baby from you away
I heard a voice crying in the deep
Come join me baby in this endless sleep
Why did we quarrel why did we fight
Why did I leave her alone that night
That's why her footsteps ran to the sea
That's why my baby has gone from me
I looked at the sea and it seemed to say
I took your baby from you away
I heard a voice crying from the deep
Come join me baby in the endless sleep
Endless sleep
Out in the water heart full of fear
There in the breaker I saw her near
Reached for my darling held her to me
Dragged her away from the angry sea
I looked at the sea and it seemed to say
You took your baby from me away
My heart cried out she's mine to keep
I saved my baby from that endless sleep
Endless sleep

Good morning, all.

Rog, I'm sorry, but the fact that Jeb Bush ordered that woman's feeding tube re inserted, spilled over into this thread.

Gawd, edgar. That song was gloomier than "Gloomy Sunday" which dear raggedy and her search engine found and the origins thereof.

Raggedy, I do indeed remember your having told me about Patches.
Ghost Riders in the Sky--ah, Beedle did that,too.

Now to lighten up the dark of the moon a little:

Shivery Yells

We're on sidewalks, we're on porches,
Dressed in costumes to scare.
Through the city we're ringing your doorbells.
Trick or treating, candy eating,
Gooey stuff in our hair,
But the most fun is shrieking out loud,

"Shivery yells! Shivery yells!"
That's the Halloween nitty-gritty.
"Moan and Groan. Leave us alone.
Halloween's just once a year."

That's supposed to be sung to the tune of Silver Bells.

Sorry for duplicating Ghost Riders, Beedle and Letty. I don't know any Halloween songs. Will "I Don't Stand a Ghost of a Chance" or "Haunted Heart" do? :wink:

Yikes Letty that is scary.

Cantare Del Morte (the Halloween Song)

Do you remember the days of yore?
Horror films filled with gore?
That's when we would scream and shout
For that's when the ghosts came out!
Little Spanky learned the game, his tale puts all to shame,

On the fatefull Halloween night!
Yeah, he pulled some pranks, was mean to those he should thank.

I think it's time he got his due!
Close my eyes and count to three, maybe then they will see, That there really is no need, to make a meal of me.

Up from their graves they rose, old bones and tattered clothes. Now they'll show what they can do! Run Spanky! There he goes! Too Late! Nobody knows! What's come of him ever since!

Well kids, what did we learn?
Spanky got what he deserved, on that cold, dark evil night! So be good to those you should thank, and beware of those who hate,
Ore the next time, it could be YOU!

My, gorsh, Joanne. That reminded me of James Whitcomb Riley's Little Orphan Annie. Ok, so it's a poem instead of a song...I can do that, can't I?

Little Orphant Annie's come to our house to stay,
An' wash the cups and saucers up, an' brush the crumbs away.
An' shoo the chickens off the porch, an' dust the hearth, an' sweep,
An' make the fire, an' bake the bread, an' earn her board-an'-keep;
An' all us other children, when the supper things is done,
We set around the kitchen fire an' has the mostest fun
A-list'nin' to the witch tales 'at Annie tells about,
An' the Gobble-uns 'at gits you
Ef you
Don't
Watch
Out!

Onc't they was a little boy wouldn't say his prayers,--
So when he went to bed at night, away upstairs,
His Mammy heerd him holler, an' his Daddy heerd him bawl,
An' when they turn't the kivvers down, he wasn't there at all!
An' they seeked him in the ratter room, an' cubbyhole, an' press,
An' seeked him up the chimbly flue, an' ever'wheres, I guess;
But all they ever found was thist his pants an' roundabout:--
An' the Gobble-uns 'll git you
Ef you
Don't
Watch
Out!

An' one time a little girl 'ud allus laugh an' grin,
An' make fun of ever'one, an' all her blood an' kin;
An' onc't, when they was "company", an' ole folks was there,
She mocked 'em an she shocked 'em, an' said she didn't care!
An' thist as she kicked her heels, an' turn't to run an' hide,
There was two great big black things a standin' by her side.
An' they snatched her through the ceilin' 'fore she knowed what she's about!
An' the Gobble-uns 'll git you
Ef you
Don't
Watch
Out!

An' little Orphant Annie says, when the blaze is blue,
An' the lamp-wick sputters, an' the wind goes woo-oo!
An' you hear the crickets quit, an' the moon is gray,
An' the lightnin' bugs in dew is all squenched away,--
You better mind yer parents, and yer teachers fond an' dear,
An' churish them 'at loves you, an' dry the orphant's tear,
An' he'p the pore an' needy ones 'at clusters all about,
Er the Gobble-uns 'll git you
Ef you
Don't
Watch
Out!



Hey, Raggedy. beedle/hce actually SANG Ghost Riders in the Sky. He's a bona fide musicianer You didn't do nuttin' wrong, cause any thing you do be good.

Thank you Letty, and Little Orphant Annie is one of the first poems I learned. I named my dog after her because she was a stray who came to stay (for 15 years). But "Orphant" was such a sad word, and because my Mom was in an orphanage for five years, I changed it to Raggedy Annie.

Ah, Raggedy, How dear. I knew that you would love Riley.

I shouldn't have restricted this thread to mere shivery songs, cause legends have a part in Halloween, too. For those of you who may have a little Irish blood in your veins, check out this bit of info:

http://www.resort.com/~banshee/home/banshee_definition.html

Got to include reference to the Legend of Sleepy Hollow and Rip Van Winkle.

Your poetry is always a welcome addtion Letty.

Yike Edgar The Legend of Sleepy Hollow, it scared so much that I was even effected when I drove through to part of NT State that was supposed to be the setting for the story.

Sheeeze, I have looked high and low for the legend of the riderless horse, and I do, of course, know that it's a symbol of a fallen leader as in the case of Kennedy's funeral procession. Hard for me to let go of stuff like that.

I came very close to posting the lyrics to a song called DOA, but stopped short cause it gave me the willies. (shiver).

Incidentally, Joanne, Thanks.