Little Red Rooster
Howlin' Wolf
(Dixon)
I'm a little red rooster,
Too lazy to crow for day
I'm a little red rooster,
Too lazy to crow for day
Keep everything in the barnyard,
Upset in every way
Dogs begin to bark now,
And the hounds begin to howl
Dogs begin to bark now,
And the hounds begin to howl
Watch out stray cat,
The little red rooster's on the prowl
If you see the little red rooster
Won't you please drive him home
If you see the little red rooster
Won't you please drive him home
Been no peace in the barnyard
Since that little red rooster's been gone
I'm a little red rooster,
Too lazy to crow for day
I'm a little red rooster,
Too lazy to crow for day
Keep everything in the barnyard,
Upset in every way
And you can cage the songbird
But you can't make her sing
And you can trap the free bird
But you'll have to clip her wings
'Cause she'll soar like a hawk when she flies
But she'll dive like an eagle when she dies.
Elton John
I miss Eva Cassidy
For you, ther'll be no crying.
for you, the sun will go on shining
cause when i feel that when im with you its alright,i know its alright.
and the songbirds keeps singing like they know the score,and i love you, i love you,i love you, like never before.
Like a bird on the wire,
like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.
Like a worm on a hook,
like a knight from some old fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee.
If I, if I have been unkind,
I hope that you can just let it go by.
If I, if I have been untrue
I hope you know it was never to you.
And my favorite "Songbird"
(Jesse Winchester)
Songbird in a golden cage
She`d prefer the blue
How I crave the liquor of her song
Poor bird who has done no harm
What harm could she do
She shall be my prisoner her life long
My songbird wants her freedom
Now don`t you think I know
But I can`t find it in myself
To let my songbird go
I just can`t let her go
O lord, when your jeweler`s eye
Peers into my soul
O lord, I am overcome with shame
Take me lord and purify
Heal me with a word
Lord, I beg a gift I dare not claim
Leonard Cohen wrote Bird on a Wire, but once upon a time ago on radio, a DJ played his record of Esther Phillips singing it. It was beautiful, but I've never been able to find a recording of it by her.
The lady comes to the gate dressed in lavender and leather
Looking North to the sea she finds the weather fine
She hears the steeple bells ringing through the orchard
All the way from town
She watches seagulls fly
Silver on the ocean stitching through the waves
The edges of the sky
Many people wander up the hills
From all around you
Making up your memories and thinking they have found you
They cover you with veils of wonder as if you were a bride
Young men holding violets are curious to know if you have cried
And tell you why
And ask you why
Any way you answer
Lace around the collars of the blouses of the ladies
Flowers from a Spanish friend of the family
The embroid'ry of your life holds you in
And keeps you out but you survive
Imprisoned in your bones
Behind the isinglass windows of your eyes
And in the night the iron wheels rolling through the rain
Down the hills through the long grass to the sea
And in the dark the hard bells ringing with pain
Come away alone
Even now by the gate with you long hair blowing
And the colors of the day that lie along your arms
You must barter your life to make sure you are living
And the crowd that has come
You give them the colors
And the bells and wind and the dream
Will there never be a prince who rides along the sea and the mountains
Scattering the sand and foam into amethyst fountains
Riding up the hills from the beach in the long summer grass
Holding the sun in his hands and shattering the isinglass?
Day and night and day again and people come and go away forever
While the shining summer sea dances in the glass of your mirror
While you search the waves for love and your visions for a sign
The knot of tears around your throat is crystallizing into your design
And in the night the iron wheels rolling through the rain
Down the hills through the long grass to the sea
And in the dark the hard bells ringing with pain
Come away alone
Come away alone...with me.
The lark in the morning she rises off her nest
And goes off in the air with the dew on her breast
Like a jolly plough boy she whistles and she sings
And comes home in the evening with the dew on her wings
Roger the ploughboy he is a bonny blade
He goes whistlin' and singin' through yonder long shade
He met with dark-eyed Susan she's handsome I declare
And he bought her rows of ribbon for to roll around her hair
He met with dark eyed Susan she's handsome I declare
And she's far more enticing than the birds in the air
Jacob's heart bent with fear,
Like a bow with death for its arrow;
In Vain he search for the final truth
To set his soul free of doubt.
Over the mountains he walked,
With his head bent searching for reasons;
Then he called out to God
For help and climbed to the top of a hill.
Wind swept the sunlight through the wheat fields,
In the orchard the nightingale sang,
While the plums that she broke with her brown beak,
Tomorrow would turn in to songs.
Then she flew up through the rain
With the sun silver bright on her feathers,
Jacob put back his frowns and sighed and walked
Back down the hill.
God doesn't answer me and
He never will.
Albatross by Judy Collins? I have that one. Lovely.
I have some "Little Esther" when she was sixteen and singing with Johnny Otis.
We had some chickens
No eggs would they lay
My wife said honey
This isn't funny, we're losing money
Why don't the little chickens lay
One day a rooster came into our yard
And caught those little chickens
Right off their guard
They're laying eggs now just like they used to
Ever since that rooster came into our yard
They're laying eggs now just like they used to
Ever since that rooster came into our yard
Panzade: Little Esther is a different Esther. But, you were right. Tim Hardin also recorded Bird on a Wire.
Ho ho ho ho ho
Ho ho ho ho ho
That's the Woody Woodpecker song
Ho ho ho ho ho
Ho ho ho ho ho
He's pecking it all day long
He pecks a few holes in a tree to see
If a redwood's really red
And it's nothing to him, on the tiniest whim
To peck a few holes in your head
Ho ho ho ho ho
Ho ho ho ho ho
That's the Woody Woodpecker tune
Ho ho ho ho ho
Ho ho ho ho ho
Makes the other woodpeckers swoon
Though it doesn't make sense to the dull and the dense
Why all the lady woodpeckers long
For ho ho ho ho ho
Ho ho ho ho ho
That's the Woody Woodpecker song
He he he he he
Ho ho ho ho ho
That's the Woody Woodpecker song
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
I love you too
He's pecking it all day long
He pecks a few holes in a tree to see
If a redwood's really red
And it's nothing to him, on the tiniest whim
To peck holes in your head
He he he he ho
Hoo hoo hoo he ho
That's the Woody Woodpecker tune
Ho ho ho ho ho
He he he he he
Makes the other woodpeckers swoon
Though it doesn't make sense to the dull and the dense
Why all the lady woodpeckers long
For ho ho ho ho ho
Ho ho ho ho ho
That's the Woody wood,
That's the Woody Woodpecker song
Black crows in the meadow
Across a broad highway.
Black crows in the meadow
Across a broad highway.
Though it's funny, honey,
I just don't feel much like a
Scarecrow today.
I believe Esther Phillips started her career as Little Esther. :wink:
Of war and peace the truth just twists
Its curfew gull just glides
Upon four-legged forest clouds
The cowboy angel rides
With his candle lit into the sun
Though its glow is waxed in black
All except when 'neath the trees of Eden
He hears the ticking of the clocks
And walks along with a parrot that talks,
Hunts her down by the waterfront docks where the sailers all come in.
Maybe she'll pick him out again, how long must he wait
Once more for a simple twist of fate.
