By special request, we would like to dedicate this song to ehBeth and Setanta.
I can't stop this feeling
Deep inside of me
Boy you just don't realize
What you do to me
Your lips are sweet as candy
The taste is on my mind
You just keep my thirsty
For another cup of wine
When you hold me
In you arms so tight
You let me know
Eveything's alright
I, I'm hooked on a feeling
I'm high on believing
That you're in love with me
I've got it bad for you, darling
But I don't need a cure
I'll just stay addicted
And hope I can endure
All the good love
When we're all alone
Keep it up, boy
Yeah you turn me on
I, I'm hooked on a feeling
I'm high on believing
That you're in love with me
When you hold me
In your arms so tight
You let me know
Everything''s alright
I, I'm hooked on a feeling
I'm high on believing
That you're in love with me.
I was also thinking of Red Barber. He was the first to bring "accents" into the realm of media.
Setanta? I ain't seen him in yonks. Anybody spotted hide or hair of 'm?
He's ok, Mctag. Just off the pc for a bit. Be rest assured that ehBeth would let somebody know something if things were amiss.
And, listeners, we haven't seen Steve in a bit, but I'm certain that Walter or you, McTag would let us know something if things were awry.
A bit more etymology inspired by boomerang's thread on honky-tonk music:
honky
derogatory slang word for "white person," 1967, black slang, of unknown origin, perhaps from late 19c. hunky "East-Central European immigrant," a colloquial shortening of Hungarian. Honky in the sense of "factory hand" is attested from 1946.
honky-tonk
"cheap night club," 1924, earlier honk-a-tonk (1894), of unknown origin. As a type of music played in that sort of low saloon, it is attested from 1933.
I know the origin of "honky", however. It was given to white guys who drove through the street of Harlem beeping their horns at the black chicks.
Origin of "gypsy"? I learned this recently, and was quite surprised.
etymology of the word "gipsy" ( " free man " ).
Free man. Amazing, Francis. Our Ceili is a gypsy. <smile> And then there's Bliss Carmen's, Gypsy Blood. Guess we need to sing a song for the gypsies in all our souls.
The Gypsy in My Soul
If I am fancy free,
And love to wander,
It's just the Gypsy in my soul!
There's somethin' callin' me
From way out yonder,
It's just the Gypsy in my soul!
I've got to give vent to my emotions,
I'm only content havin' my way . . .
Hmm, there is no other life,
Of which I'm fonder,
It's just the Gypsy in my soul!
No cares!
No strings!
My heart,
It has wings!
If I am fancy free,
And I love to wander,
It's just the Gypsy in my soul!
< instrumental bridge >
If I am fancy free,
And I love to wander,
It's just the Gypsy in my soul!
In my soul!
The Gypsy, in my soul!
Shall I tell your fortune?
Not quite what I meant. Our gypsies call themselves "Roma" and they come originally from central europe and northern India, and also some are itinerant Irish.
I'll leave the question open for now, for your listeners to mull over.
ah, yes, McTag. White gypsies. My Irish friend told me that Romanian gypsies of the Zsa Zsa Gabor ilk were upper class, and that the true gypsies were Arabs or street urchins. found this, listeners:
FREEMUSE REPORT
25 October 2001
Garth Cartwright
"A Little Bit Special" - Censorship and the Gypsy Musicians of Romania.
Freemuse, Copenhagen, October 2001, ISSN 1601-2127
Garth Cartwright, a New Zealander now based in London, is the author of The Tower Guide To World Music (March 2000) and a freelance journalist.
He was awarded the Guardian/Stop Press Journalism Award: Best Music Writer 1996.
Read abstract
Read the report
Purchase on-line
Music samples
Listen to the Gypsy music of Romania (RealAudio format).
"Sârba" Gypsy dance melody
Performed by folk band from Pârâu de Pripor, Oltenia. Violin: Nicu Zlataru.
"Salajanul" - Suite of dance melodies
Performed by folk ensemble from from Vadu Crisului, Bihor. Solo violin: Nelu Petru Jolte
The sound files are provided by kind permission of The Museum of The Romanian Peasant, Bucharest
and the "Al. Tzigara Samurcas" cultural foundation, Bucharest.
ABSTRACT:
The people of Romania have experienced a radical upheaval in their way of life since the revolution, which toppled the totalitarian regime of Nicolae Ceausescu in December 1989. While former communists still run Romania's government it is now a free market economy, albeit one of Europe's poorest and least efficient.
If the economy remains stagnant Romanians' now finally have the opportunity to express themselves both politically and artistically without undue fear of censorship and/or persecution. This has lead to Western rock and pop bands touring Romania - unthinkable in Ceausescu's time - and Romanians' leading their own pop, metal and hip-hop outfits.
In this sense, Romania is not a nation that suffers unduly from musical censorship - the same debates and controversies tackled in Western nations over the image/language/attitude of rock and hip-hop stars can be found there. Yet 11% of Romania's population is of Gypsy ethnicity. Western European readers will be well aware of the controversies surrounding the large scale migration of Romanian Gypsies across the last decade - especially over the last two years - towards Germany, France and the UK. Many of these migrants refer to themselves as refugees and ask for political asylum when reaching Western European shores.
For the Gypsy community it appears that life under the post-Ceausescu regimes has got worse, not better. This involves everything from discrimination in the work place, through police brutality to fiery pogroms intended to ethnically cleanse entire Gypsy communities. It is these incidents - alongside the terrible state of the Romanian economy - that has driven tens of thousands of Romanian Gypsies to embark on an arduous, dangerous and often futile journey of migration.
Yet what of Romania's Gypsy musicians? In all of Central and Eastern Europe no country posits a greater wealth of traditional musics than that of Romania. And most of Romania's traditional music is now played by Gypsy musicians.
This report aims to look at how Romania's Gypsy musical culture is surviving today. With the international success (on the world music circuit) of Taraf De Haidouks, Romanian Gypsy music has its highest international profile ever. Yet the success of the Taraf is not reflected back in Romania where their Gypsy status still lends them a degree of pariah status.
As I try and show in this report, although Gypsies have lived within Romania's borders for at least eight hundred years they are still regarded by the majority of Romanians as little more than squatters. This is heard in a common sentiment of "we are Romanians, they are Gypsies and should go back to where they came from."
This peasant mentality alongside an aversion to dark skinned individuals - and Gypsies often, due to their Asian origins, possess darker skin and features than European Romanians - means the Gypsy community as a whole suffers from discrimination. Romania, I should note, is by no means the only European community to persecute its Gypsy citizens. Indeed, other human rights reports (Helsinki Watch, Index On Censorship, The Patrin Web Journal) note that the situation in Slovakia and The Czech Republic is even worse than Romania's. While the governments of Spain, France, Greece and the UK have all been criticised for less than fair dealings with their Gypsy citizens.
Yet Romania remains the focus of this report simply because it has an active and organic Gypsy musical culture of greater vitality than anywhere else in Europe. Ironically, Romania's Gypsy musicians often fare better than other members of the Gypsy community due to their skills being in demand by the non-Gypsy community. In a sense, Taraf De Haidouks and the more prosperous Gypsy musicians occupy a niche similar to what Louis Armstrong (and other African-American musicians) did in the US pre-Civil Rights.
I look at whether this demand will enable the music to survive or whether it simply turns it into a museum piece so offering the same relationship to Romania's Gypsy community as jazz/blues/soul does to the contemporary African-American community.
Romania's politicians and governing bodies are little concerned with the nation's Gypsy music. Instead of attempting to ban it they treat the music with an indifference bordering on contempt, offering little (or no) support for the musicians both in Romania and when they venture abroad (Gypsies are not seen as suitable ambassadors for Romania). In this sense, Romania's Gypsy musicians are struggling to exist in a society hostile to them. Can they and their music survive in the 21st Century?
If Romania can build a civil society then the answer is yes; if not then like klezmer the great sounds that have echoed across Romania for centuries could soon be silenced.
This report concludes with a number of recommendations intended to counteract the effects of discrimination - and thus censorship - upon Romania's Gypsy communities.
Wow!
sorry if that was a bit long....
Golden Earrings
Peggy Lee
Music and Lyrics by Victor Young and Jay Livingston/Ray Evans
From the movie Golden Earrings
There?s a story the gypsies know is true
That when your love wears golden earrings,
She (he) belongs to you.
An old love story that?s known to very few,
But if you wear those golden earrings,
Love will come to you.
By the burning fire,they will glow with ev?ry coal.
You will hear desire whisper low inside your soul.
So be my gypsy;
Make love your guiding light,
And let that pair of golden earrings
Cast their spell tonight.
hello radio WA2K, i've started a weekly album profile in the music and lyrics forum
i'll be profiling a new album (from my collection) each week and will also provide access to a song or two from each disc
check it out, i have pretty diverse taste so you may find something you like
djjd62's weekly album profile
WOW, edgar. I had forgotten "Golden Earrings". Sent that to Ceili once.
dj, glad to see you back, and I am quite certain that all will want to see your album of the week. I, for one, will be there.
'Help Me Make It' singer dead
Sammi Smith was also part of 'Outlaw Movement'
OKLAHOMA CITY, Oklahoma (AP) -- Country singer Jewel "Sammi" Smith, known for her trademark ballad, "Help Me Make It Through The Night," and a knack for sharing everyday life in her music, died Saturday. She was 61.
Smith died at home after a long-term illness; the Guardian West Funeral Home did not release further details.
Smith won a Grammy for best country vocal performance-female in 1971 for "Help Me Make It Through The Night," which was written by Kris Kristofferson.
Smith produced her first hit, "So Long Charlie Brown," in 1967. Six years later, she moved to Dallas, where she joined the "Outlaw Movement" with Willie Nelson and Waylon Jennings.
Smith also found time to celebrate her Apache heritage. She was a frequent visitor to an Apache reservation in Arizona, where she made pottery and jewelry.
Ah, dj. You just touched a nerve:
Take the ribbon from your hair, Shake it loose and let it fall,
Layin' soft upon my skin. Like the shadows on the wall.
Come and lay down by my side till the early morning light
All I'm takin' is your time. Help me make it through the night.
I don't care what's right or wrong, I don't try to understand.
Let the devil take tomorrow. Lord, tonight I need a friend.
Yesterday is dead and gone and tomorrow's out of sight.
And it's sad to be alone. Help me make it through the night.
I don't care what's right or wrong, (Yes, I do !)
I don't try to understand.
Let the devil take tomorrow. Lord, tonight I need a friend.
Yesterday is dead and gone and tomorrow's out of sight.
Lord, it's bad to be alone. Help me make it through the night.
I never realized what a great songster Kris was. Honey, I don't know Sammi, but I mourn her passing.
Oh, thanks for the info D.J. That's very sad news about Sammi. I remember when she won the Grammy for Help Me Make It Through the Night. I really liked her rendition of it.
You come home late
And you come home early
You come home big
When you're feelin' small
You come home straight
And you come home curly
Sometimes you don't come home at all
So what in the world's come over you?
What in heaven's name have you done?
You've broken the speed of the sound of loneliness
You're out there runnin
Just to be in the run
Well, I've got a heart that burns with a fever
And I've got a worried and a jealous mind
Well how can a love
That will last forever
Get left so far behind?
It's a mighty mean and a dreadful sorrow
Crossed the evil line today
How can you asked about tomorrow
We ain't got one word to say
and with a smile and not so straight face, we see dys who is still in the race.
Love that song, buddy. Don't suppose that you'll tell us who wrote or sang it. That's the part of you I love. Mr. Mystique.
Hey. give a go at Sir Elton's Daniel song.
dyslexia wrote:You come home late
And you come home early
You come home big
When you're feelin' small
You come home straight
And you come home curly
Sometimes you don't come home at all
So what in the world's come over you?
What in heaven's name have you done?
You've broken the speed of the sound of loneliness
You're out there runnin
Just to be in the run
Well, I've got a heart that burns with a fever
And I've got a worried and a jealous mind
Well how can a love
That will last forever
Get left so far behind?
It's a mighty mean and a dreadful sorrow
Crossed the evil line today
How can you asked about tomorrow
We ain't got one word to say
love john prine, saw him a few times, always a good show
A3 do a great cover of this song on their album "exhile on cold harbour lane"
Flipped into the wind
Like the ashes of her cigarette
He got scattered thrown on the breeze
As he tried to forget
He lost all his heat
And his heart never will be the same
He got lighter than air
But he'll only come down in the rain
Strung out and hung out to dry
Laughin' under the line
It's not such a dignified place
But he really don't mind
He says with his feet on the ground
He'd have nothin' to say
Claims he likes it up there
And he'll only come down in the rain
Comin' down in the rain
Washin' outta the sky
Loaded down with the pain
There just ain't no way to fly
You can read him as clear
As the wall where he once wrote his name
It was right next to hers
But it'll only come down in the rain
Burnin' himself out on a limb
Like a leaf in the fall
He blazed for awhile
Now he's feelin' all dried up and small
The colours all gone
Disappeared, near as quick as it came
He says he can't stay up
But, he'll only come down in the rain
You can read him as clear as the wall
Where he once wrote his name
It was right next to hers
But he'll only come down in the rain
I'm soooooo dizzy my head is spinning. <smile>
Goodnight, from Letty and may you all sing yourself to sleep.
