Didn't Bob of Boston feature Lady Day? Think he did, but Letty is too tired to look back.
Time for this lady to call it a day:
Pale moon shining on the fields below
Folks are crooning songs soft and low
Need not tell me so,
Because I know it's sleepy time down south
Softs winds blowing thru the pinewood trees
Folks down there live a life of ease
When the twilight brings the evening breeze
It's sleepy time down south
Steamboats on the river, a coming, a going
Splashing the night away
Hear those banjos ringing,
The folks are all singing
They dance till break of day
Dear old Southland with its dreamy songs
Takes back there where I belong
I'll find heaven in my mothers arms
When it's sleepy time down south.
From Letty with love.
THAT'S WHAT I LIKE ABOUT THE SOUTH
(Andy Razaf)
Bob Wills and His Texas Playboys - 1942
Phil Harris - 1947
Won't you come with me to Alabamy
Let's go see my dear old Mammy
She's fryin' eggs and boiling hammy
That's what I like about the South
Now there you can make no mistakey
Where those nerves are never shaky
Ought to taste her layer cakey
That's what I like about the South
She's got baked ribs and candied yams
Those sugar-cured Virginia hams
Basement full of those berry jams
An' that's what I like about the South
Hot corn bread, black-eyed peas
You can eat as much as you please
'Cause it's never out of season
That's what I like about the South
Aahhh, don't take one, have two
There's dark brown and chocolate too
Suits me, they must suit you
'Cause that's what I like about the South
Well it's way, way down where the cane grows tall
Down where they say "Y'all"
Walk on in with that Southern drawl
'Cause that's what I like about the South
Down where they have those pretty queens
Keep a-dreamin' those dreamy dreams
Well let's sip that absinthe in New Orleans
That's what I like about the South
Here come old Bob with all the news
Got the boxback coat with button shoes
But he's all caught up with his union dues
An' that's what I like about the South
Here come old Roy down the street
Ho, can't you hear those tappin' feet
He would rather sleep than eat
An' that's what I like about the South
Now every time I pass your door
You act like you don't want me no more
Why don't you shake that head and sigh
And I'll go walkin' by
On, on, on and on and on
Honey, when you tell me that you love me
Then how come you close your eyes
Did I tell you 'bout the place called Doo-wah-diddy
It ain't no town and it ain't no city
It's just awful small, but awful pretty
That's Doo-wah-diddy
Well I didn't come here to criticise
I'm not here to sympathise
But don't tell me those no-good lies
That a lyin' gal like you can devise
You love me like I love you
Send me fifty P-D-Q
Roses are red and violets are pink
If I don't get all fifty, I don't show
She's got backbones and turnip greens
Ham hocks and butter beans
You, me and New Orleans
An' that's what I like about the South
Everybody eats-Cab Calloway
Have a banana, Hannah,
Try the salami, Tommy,
Give with the gravy, Davy,
Everybody eats when they come to my house!
Try a tomato, Plato,
Here's cacciatore, Dorie,
Taste the baloney, Tony,
Everybody eats when they come to my house!
I fix your favorite dishes,
Hopin' this good food fills ya!
Work my hands to the bone in the kitchen alone,
You better eat if it kills ya!
Pass me a pancake, Mandrake,
Have an hors-d'oeuvre-y, Irvy,
Look in the fendel (?), Mendel,
Everybody eats when they come to my house!
Hannah! Davy! Tommy! Dora! Mandrake!
Everybody eats when they come to my house!
Pastafazoola, Talullah!
Oh, do have a bagel, Fagel,
Now, don't be so bashful, Nashville,
Everybody eats when they come to my house!
Hey, this is a party, Marty,
Here, you get the cherry, Jerry,
Now, look, don't be so picky, Micky,
'Cause everybody eats when they come to my house!
All of my friends are welcome,
Don't make me coax you, moax you,
Eat the tables, the chairs, the napkins, who cares?
You gotta eat if it chokes you!
Oh, do have a knish, Nishia,
Pass me the latke, Macky,
Chile con carne for Barney,
Everybody eats when they come to my house!
Face! Buster! Chair! Chops! Fump!
Everybody eats when they come to my house!
Everybody eats when they come to my house!
Especially for panzade:
Lullaby, and good night, with pink roses bedight,
With lilies o'er spread, is my baby's sweet head.
Lay thee down now, and rest, may thy slumber be blessed!
Lay thee down now, and rest, may thy slumber be blessed!
Lullaby, and good night, your mother's delight,
Shining angels beside my darling abide.
Soft and warm is your bed, close your eyes and rest your head.
Soft and warm is your bed, close your eyes and rest your head.
Sleepyhead, close your eyes. mother's right here beside you.
I'll protect you from harm, you will wake in my arms.
Guardian angels are near, so sleep on, with no fear.
Guardian angels are near, so sleep on, with no fear.
goodness me Walter, what a lovely lullaby. Where did you find it?
German culture, panzade: Johannes Brahms
Celine Dion's version of that:
Lullaby and good night
In the sky stars are bright
Around your head flowers gay
Set your slumbers till day
Lullaby and good night
In the sky stars are bright
Around your head flowers gay
Set your slumbers till day
Close your eyes now and rest
May these hours be blessed
Close your eyes now and rest
May these hours be blessed
Bonne nuit cher enfant
Dans tes langes blanches
Repose joyeux en rêvant des cieux
Quand le jour reviendra
Tu te réveilleras
Quand le jour reviendra
Tu te réveilleras
Lullaby and good night
In the sky stars are bright
Around your head flowers gay
Set your slumbers till day
And for all the others:
Morning has broken
Like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken
Like the first bird
Praise for the singing
Praise for the morning
Praise for them springing
Fresh from the world
Sweet the rains new fall
Sunlit from heaven
Like the first dew fall
On the first grass
Praise for the sweetness
Of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness
Where his feet pass
Mine is the sunlight
Mine is the morning
Born of the one light
Eden so play
Praise with elation
Praise every morning
God' s recreation
Of the new day
Morning has broken
Like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken
Like the first bird
Praise for the singing
Praise for the morning
Praise for them springing
Fresh from the world
gotta get das Nickerchen Walter....share a toast with me for Letty's thread as it reaches 2000 pages....clink
Two thousand pages comin' up soon- count em!
Here's a toast to Miss Letty of Daytona Beach, the Queen of the Airwaves!
Remember folks, you heard it first right here on good ol' Radio WA2K!
Go!
Yay!
Rah! Rah!
Toot! Toot!
Cheers!
Good morning, WA2K radio celebrants. <smile>
Thanks to Walter, McTag, and Panz for the boost. Love all the melodies, gang, and here is a morning song:
Life is Beautiful
by Michelle Tumes
from her album "Listen"
There was a young girl long ago
who lived a peaceful life untold.
She understood that love was everything.
A jungle took her far away
where her daddy worked, and she would play
with friends who taught her how to be a lady.
She had no rings on her fingers.
She had diamonds in her eyes.
She had no money to be reckoned with.
She had love within her life.
And I heard her singing.
Wouldn't you say
Wouldn't you say
Wouldn't you say
that life is beautiful?
She sang of things that pleased her soul.
She questioned life, and made it known.
She stored her knowledge deep inside her mind.
She had no mansion on a hillside.
She had castles in the sky.
She had no gold for inheritance.
She had time on her side.
And I heard her singing.
Wouldn't you say
Wouldn't you say
Wouldn't you say
that life is beautiful?
And as the years go by,
that peaceful girl was I.
And I'm still singing.
Wouldn't you say
Wouldn't you say
Wouldn't you say
that life is beautiful?
Bawdy Spring Break on Way Out of Daytona By TRAVIS REED, Associated Press Writer
Fri Apr 7, 7:50 AM ET
DAYTONA BEACH, Fla. - Dana Wassum and Mary Jane Jackson brought their bikinis all the way from Maryland's Towson University to party and soak up spring break sun.
So far, they've been disappointed.
"I kind of thought it would be more crazy," the 21-year-old Wassum said. "Like wet T-shirt contests. We wanted to enter one but couldn't find any."
Three years after Daytona Beach stopped advertising aimed at pulling in the lucrative but sometimes rowdy spring break crowd, the number of students coming here has dropped from 400,000 to a trickle. MTV is no longer welcome to film its spring break shows in town and most of the parties that made the city one of the top national destinations are gone.
Daytona inherited the spring break traffic in the 1980s from Fort Lauderdale, where years of trashed hotels, fights and fatal balcony accidents persuaded officials there to get out of the college tourism business. The mayor went on national television to tell students they were no longer welcome.
After an advertising push lured them north, Daytona Beach was overwhelmed by raucous crowds and started to crack down on heavy partying in the 1990s. Bad behavior peaked again in 2002, with hoteliers complaining of heavy drinking and vandalism. Scores of high school girls were handcuffed and arrested for showing their breasts. Others drank until passing out in the street.
It has been steadily more sedate since.
NO HELP WANTED
Writer Bill Carlisle
Now I've got a gal from New Orleans
She's the cutest little thing that you ever have seen
She's got a cute little walk with a hippity-hop
She's *big at the little and bottom at the top*
(Do ya need any help?) No help wanted
(Do ya need any help?) No help wanted
(Do ya need any help?) (Do ya need any help?)
I can handle this job all by myself
Well, I love my baby, she's a little lovin' hugger
Cute as a button and sweet as sugar
I'm gonna buy her a diamond ring
And we'll get married in the Spring
(Do ya need any help?) No help wanted
(Do ya need any help?) No help wanted
(Do ya need any help?) (Do ya need any help?)
Well, I can handle this job all by myself
Well, she calls me her "little piggy-wiggy"
And I call her my "little thinga-ma-jiggy"
Every time I ask her for a kiss
I can hear her voice sound somethin' like this
(Do ya need any help?) No help wanted
(Could you use a little help?) No help wanted
(Do ya need any help?) (Could you use a little help?)
Well, I can handle this job all by myself
(Do ya need any help?) No, sirree
(Could you use a little help?) Not for me
(Just call on me if you need a little help)
I can handle this job all by myself
Well, I'm gonna take her honky-tonkin' tonight
We're gonna do everything up right
When the music starts we'll swing and sway
We're gonna dance till the break of day
(Do ya need any help?) No help wanted
(Could you use a little help?) No help wanted
(Do ya need any help?) (Could you use a little help?)
(Do ya need any help?) (Do ya need any help?)
(Could you use a little help?) (Could you use a little help?)
I can handle this job all by myself
There's no help wanted!
My word, edgar. From whence cometh that song, Texas? I recall it. Thanks, buddy, for the recollection. <smile>
In going by through the melodic contributions, I noticed that panz played Cab Calloway. I was amazed to be reminded by my sister that my brother sang a tune or two of his.
This version by the Blues Bros.
Minnie The Moocher
(From the album "BLUES BROTHERS")
Hey folks here's the story 'bout Minnie the Moocher
She was a lowdown hoocie coocher
She was the roughest toughest frail
But Minnie had a heart as big as a whale
Hidehidehidehi (Hidehidehidehi)
Hodehodehodeho (Hodehodehodeho)
Hedehedehedehe (Hedehedehedehe)
Hidehidehideho (Hidehidehideho)
She messed around with a bloke named Smokie
She loved him though he was cokey
He took her down to Chinatown
and showed her how to kick the gong around
Hidehidehidehi (Hidehidehidehi)
Whoah (Whoah)
Hedehedehedehe (Hedehedehedehe)
A hidehidehideho (Hidehidehideho)
She had a dream about the king of Sweden
He gave her things that she was needin'
He gave her a home built of gold and steel
A diamond car with platinum wheels
A hidehidehidehidehidehidehi (Hidehidehidehidehidehidehi)
Hodehodehodehodehodehodeho (Hodehodehodehodehodehodeho)
... (...)
... (...)
He gave her his townhouse and his racing horses
Each meal she ate was a dozen courses
Had a million dollars worth of nickels and dimes
She sat around and counted them all a million times
Hidehidehidehi (Hidehidehidehi)
Hodehodehodeho (Hodehodehodeho)
Hedehedehedehe (Hedehedehedehe)
Hidehidehideho (Hidehidehideho)
Poor Min, poor Min, poor Minnie
What in the world, listeners, is a hoochy coocher?
Good morning WA2K.
Letty, I think you'll be amused by this:
Hootchy-Kootchy
" It's meaning is derived from the French "couche," past part of "coucher" which means "to lay down." The Hootchy-Kootchy (Hoochi-Coochi) or Cooch dance is a pseudo-Turkish, sensual dance executed only by women in short skirts, bare midriffs and tight breastbands, which is said to have originated at the Philadelphia Centennial Fair (May-Nov-1876.)
--- The term has been carried over to mean any so-called partnerless female "Sexy or Risqué" dance performed at fairs, Carnivals, Saloons and Burlesques clubs etc. where women would be encouraged (exploited) to perform such dances in a more provocative manner originally used to help gain attendance to sell alcohol to the patrons of a saloon etc. Dances such as the The Can-Can, Belly Dance, Danse du ventre, Striptease, Bubble dance, Fan Dance, Serpentine Dance, Peek-a-boo Dance, etc. have all been lumped into this category. The Hootchy Cootchy dance would also be known as Oriental Dance, but was no relation to the Oriental dances
known today.
--- In later days the Belly dance (aka: Raks Sharki) would also be associated with this title due to it's erotic nature by promoters such as Sol Bloom and as well as many Belly dancers exploiting their own art form to make a fast buck in evolving times. These dancers and promoters would use many movements of the belly dance to entice their audience so to gain financial freedom. However the Belly dance did play an important role in the development of the Hoochi-Coochi dance, the Belly dance is not, repeat not, a Hootchy-Kootchy dance form, even though it is listed here.
(from Dance Archives website)
My word, Raggedy. Thanks for that complete etymological update. I am amused in fact, folks, and I think the sun just came out.
Here's a real Lu Lu, folks.
