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talking about food ... :wink:

Hee hee. Love it hbg.

and, listeners, let's hear this one from Hank, Jr.since someone requested it.

Artist/Band: Williams Hank Jr
Lyrics for Song: Jambalaya

Goodbye Joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh
Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou
My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we'll have good fun on the bayou

CHORUS:
Jambalaya, a-crawfish pie and-a file gumbo
'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.

Instrumental Verse (Country Fiddle solo)

Thibodeaux, Fontainbleau, the place is buzzin'
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dress in style, go hog wild, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.

REPEAT CHORUS

Instrumental Verse (Country Fiddle solo)

FINAL CHORUS:
Jambalaya, a-crawfish pie and-a fillet gumbo
'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.

Word for the day: Nosh

RUSTY & DOUG KERSHAW DIGGY LIGGY LO

Diggy Liggy Li and Diggy Liggy Lo
They fell in love at the fais-do-do
The pop was cold and the coffee *chaud
For Diggy Liggy Li and Diggy Liggy Lo
Refrain:
Diggy Liggy Li loved Diggy Liggy Lo
Everyone knew he was her beau
No body else could ever show
So much love for Diggy Liggy Lo
That's the place they find romance
Where they do the Cajun dance
Steal a kiss now they had a chance
She shows her love with ev'ry glance
Refrain
Finally went and uh-seen her Pa
Now he's got hisself a Papa-in-law
Moved out where the Bayou's low
Now he's got a little Diggy Liggy Lo
Refrain
Refrain

edgar, whatever happened to the ragin' cajun? Great song, Texas.

Every morning, every evening
Ain't we got fun?
Jams and jellies fill our bellies
Oh, boy! Some fun!
The cat's away boys, we have't a care
The old man's sleeping
Sleeping in his easy chair

Sliced tomatoes, sweet potatoes
Ain't we got fun?
In the breadbox, eating hemlocks
Oh, boy! What fun!
The place is ours, gang
There's lots of food and lots of time
Time swingin' La la da di Time swingin'
Let's get together
Whoa, baby, whoa
Ain't we got fun? Yeah!

Well, we have to alter some lyrics from time to time.

Biography
Born Douglas James Kershaw in Tiel Ridge, Cameron Parish in an area known as the Cajun country, his ancestors are Acadians who were part of the Great Expulsion by the British authorities from their homeland in eastern Canada in 1755. He grew up surrounded by Cajun fiddle and accordion music and as a 19-year-old, in 1955 he performed with his brother Rusty Kershaw on the Louisiana Hayride radio broadcast. The two were so popular that they were invited to perform at the Wheeling Jamboree in Wheeling, West Virginia and in 1957 appeared at the Grand Ole Opry in Nashville, Tennessee.

After fulfilling his military obligation, Doug Kershaw returned to the music business scoring with an autobiographical song he wrote called "Louisiana Man." The song not only sold millions of copies but over the years has become the symbol of Cajun music. In June of 1969, Kershaw made his first network television appearance on the debut "Johnny Cash Show." His dynamic performance in front of a national audience led to Warner Bros. Records, signing him to a long-term contract. In November of that year, "Louisiana Man" was broadcast back to earth by the crew of the Apollo 12 moon mission. Beyond the southern venues, Kershaw's popularity soon extended to mainstream urban America, playing for packed audiences at such places as New York City's Fillmore East.

Singing in both French and English, Kershaw's stage performance is marked by his abundant energy. Simultaneously playing fiddle, singing, and dancing, it is not unusual for him to break several bow strings, sometimes during just one song. With more than twenty-five albums to his credit and a five decade-long career, Doug Kershaw has a loyal following and continues to tour worldwide.

1969 was a pivotal year in the musical career of Doug Kershaw (born Douglas James Kershaw). An appearance on the premier broadcast of The Johnny Cash Show, on June 7th, brought him to the attention of his largest audience and led to a contract with Warner Brothers/Seven Arts. Two months later, Kershaw's autobiographical tune, "Louisiana Man," became the first song broadcast back to Earth from the Moon by the astronauts of Apollo 12. Kershaw capped the year with a much-publicized, week-long, engagement at the Fillmore East in New York as opening act for Eric Clapton's Derek & the Dominos. While it seemed, to many rock and pop fans, that Kershaw had appeared out of nowhere, he had already sold more than 18-million copies of the records he had done in the early '60s with his brother, Rusty. "Louisiana Man" had been a Top Ten country hit in 1961 and its follow-up, "Diggy Diggy Lo," had done almost as well. The son of an alligator hunter, Kershaw was the seventh born to a family that eventually included five boys and four girls. Raised in a home where Cajun French was spoken, he didn't learn English until the age of eight. By that time, he had mastered the fiddle, which he played from the age of five, and was on his way to teaching himself to play an amazing 28 instruments. His first gig was at a local bar, the Bucket of Blood, where he was accompanied by his mother on guitar. After teaching his brother, Rusty (born Russell; February 2, 1938), to play guitar, he formed a band, the Continental Playboys, with Rusty and older brother, Peewee, in 1948.

Although they initially sang in French, J.D. Miller, owner of the Feature record label, persuaded them to incorporate songs in English into their repertoire. With the departure of Peewee from the group, in the early '50s, Doug and Rusty continued to perform as a duo. The brothers quickly built a solid reputation for their high-energy performances of Cajun two-steps and country ballads. In 1955, they recorded their first single, "So Lovely, Baby." Released on the Hickory label, the tune became a Top Five country hit in August 1955. Shortly afterward, they were invited to become cast members of the Louisiana Hayride, a popular radio show broadcast from Shreveport, LA. In 1957, they recorded a Top 40 country hit, "Love Me to Pieces." They became members of the Grand Ole Opry the following year. Despite the demands of his music career, Doug Kershaw enrolled in McNeese State University and earned an undergraduate degree in mathematics. At the peak of their early career, in 1958, Doug and Rusty decided to simultaneously enlist in the United States Army. They devoted their attention to the military until their dismissal three years later. Picking up where they left off, in February 1961, the two brothers recorded "Louisiana Man," a song Doug had written while in the Army. The song was eventually covered by more than 800 artists. By the time that their debut album, Rusty and Doug, was released in July 1964, however, the Kershaw brothers had elected to go their separate ways.

It took another three years before Kershaw signed a songwriters' contract with BMI. Despite the success of his solo career, Kershaw continued to be plagued by depression and sorrow. His father had committed suicide when he was only seven. Until 1984, Kershaw battled drug and alcohol abuse and he became known for erratic behavior. Although he continued to perform and record, his albums of the 1970s failed to duplicate the commercial success of "Louisiana Man" and "Diggy Diggy Lo." In 1981, Kershaw rebounded with his biggest selling hit, "Hello Woman," which reached the country music Top 40. In 1988, he recorded a duet, "Cajun Baby," with Hank Williams, Jr. that became a Top 50 country hit. Marrying his wife, Pam, at the Astro Dome on June 21, 1975, Kershaw began raising his own family that included five sons -- Douglas, Victor, Zachary, Tyler, and Elijah -- and two grandsons. His son, Tyler, plays drums in his band. Kershaw released a French-language album, Two Step Fever, in 1999. Michael Doucet of Beausoleil is featured on the duet "Fievre De Deux Etapes." Hot Diggity Doug was released in mid-2000 and Still Cajun After All These Years followed in early 2001. Doug currently owns and operates a restaurant in Lucerne, Colorado named Doug Kershaw's Bayou House where he still plays at least twice a month.

Well, I had a late night supper and I feel fat and full, folks, so I must say goodnight.

When sleep descends on mortals
And the dew lies on the flowers,
The stars peep through night's portals
In the still and quiet hours,
We dance in fairy circlets
To the music that we love -
The murmur of the rippl'ing lake,
The cooing of the dove,
The murmur of the rippl'ing lake,
The cooing of the dove.
The cooing, the cooing,
Coo, coo, coo, coo,
Coo, coo, coo, coo,
Coo, coo, coo, coo,
We dance in fairy circlets
To the music that we love,
Dance, we dance in fairy circlets,
Dance, we dance, we dance, we dance.


When the stars faint light is paling
Before the ruddy dawn,
In golden shallops sailing
We fly before the morn.
Then couched in ferns and mosses
We list the sounds we love,
The music of the rippl'ing lake,
The cooing of the dove,
The music of the rippl'ing lake,
The cooing of the dove.
The cooing, the cooing,
Coo, coo, coo, coo,
Coo, coo, coo, coo,
Coo, coo, coo, coo,
We dance in fairy circlets
To the music that we love,
Dance, we dance in fairy circlets,
Dance, we dance, we dance, we dance.

From Letty with love

Doug lived for several years in Boulder Colo and then opened his own cajun resturant just north of Greeley Colo, as far as I know he still operates that smae resturant.

Whilst you were safely asleep on the other side of the world we woke up to a crispy but beautiful morning which reminded me of the following song. I dedicate this to you Letty when you wake up today.

Cat Stevens - "Morning Has Broken" ال

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 dewfall, 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 saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
Gods recreation of the new day

Good morning, WA2K listeners and contributors.

Dutchy, What a lovely thing for you to do. I love that song by Cat, and the chord changes are really simple but deeply moving. Thank you.

A good morning song for the world.

Las Mañanitas Lyrics:

Estas son las mañanitas, que cantaba el Rey David,
Hoy por ser día de tu santo, te las cantamos a ti,
Despierta, mi bien, despierta, mira que ya amaneció,
Ya los pajarillos cantan, la luna ya se metió.

Que linda está la mañana en que vengo a saludarte,
Venimos todos con gusto y placer a felicitarte,
Ya viene amaneciendo, ya la luz del día nos dio,
Levántate de mañana, mira que ya amaneció.


Translation:

This is the morning song that King David sang
Because today is your saint's day we're singing it for you
Wake up, my dear, wake up, look it is already dawn
The birds are already singing and the moon has set

How lovely is the morning in which I come to greet you
We all came with joy and pleasure to congratulate you
The morning is coming now, the sun is giving us its light
Get up in the morning, look it is already dawn.

Just discovered that our farmerman is in the hospital. Drop by and give him your best, folks.

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The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course
The city fathers they're trying to endorse
The reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse
But the town has no need to be nervous

The ghost of Belle Starr she hands down her wits
To Jezebel the nun she violently knits
A bald wig for Jack the Ripper who sits
At the head of the chamber of commerce

Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for the fuse
I'm in the streets
With the tombstone blues

The hysterical bride in the penny arcade
Screaming she moans, "I've just been made"
Then sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shade
Says, "My advice is to not let the boys in"

Now the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside
He walks with a swagger and he says to the bride
"Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride
You will not die, it's not poison"

Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for the fuse
I'm in the streets
With the tombstone blues

Well, John the Baptist after torturing a thief
Looks up at his hero the Commander-in-Chief
Saying, "Tell me great hero, but please make it brief
Is there a hole for me to get sick in?"

The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly
Saying, "Death to all those who would whimper and cry"
And dropping a bar bell he points to the sky
Saving, "The sun's not yellow it's chicken"

Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for the fuse
I'm in the streets
With the tombstone blues

The king of the Philistines his soldiers to save
Puts jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves
Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves
Then sends them out to the jungle

Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch he burns out their camps
With his faithful slave Pedro behind him he tramps
With a fantastic collection of stamps
To win friends and influence his uncle

Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for the fuse
I'm in the streets
With the tombstone blues

The geometry of innocent flesh on the bone
Causes Galileo's math book to get thrown
At Delilah who sits worthlessly alone
But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter

Now I wish I could give Brother Bill his great thrill
I would set him in chains at the top of the hill
Then send out for some pillars and Cecil B. DeMille
He could die happily ever after

Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for the fuse
I'm in the streets
With the tombstone blues

Where Ma Raney and Beethoven once unwrapped their bed roll
Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole
And the National Bank at a profit sells road maps for the soul
To the old folks home and the college

Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain
That could hold you dear lady from going insane
That could ease you and cool you and cease the pain
Of your useless and pointless knowledge

Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for the fuse
I'm in the streets
With the tombstone blues




Tombstone Blues
Bob Dylan

I ride on a mail train, mama
Can't buy no thrill
I've been up all night, baby
Leanin' on the window sill
But if I die
On top of the hill
If I don't make it
You know my baby will.

Ah, don't the sun look good, babe
Comin' down through the trees?
Don't the ghost child look good, mama
Sittin' on his mad man's knees?
Don't the moon look good
Goin' down over the sea?
Oh, don't my gal look fine
When she's runnin' after me? (Ah, ..., all right)

Well, i've just been to the baggage room
Where the engineer he's been tossed
I sent out for the compasses
God knows what they cost.
Well, i wanna be your lover, baby
I don't wanna be your boss
An' i can't help it
If this train gets lost. (All right)

and now for a totally different song from James Taylor

We are riding on a railroad, singing some else's song.
Forever standing by that crossroad, take a side and step along.
We are sailing away on a river to the sea. Maybe you and me can meet again.
We are riding on a railroad, singing someone else's song, sing along.

Time to time, I tire of the life that I've been leading, town to town, day by day.
There's a man up here who claims to have his hands upon the reins,
there are chains upon his hands and he's riding upon a train.

Oh Lord, we been riding on a railroad, singing some else's song.
Forever standing by that crossroad, take a side and step along.
We are sailing away on a river to the sea. Maybe you and me can meet again.
We been riding, we been riding upon a railroad, singing someone else's song.

Oh, I hear that train a-coming, coming on 'round the bend
I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
I'm stuck in Folsom Prison and time keeps draggin' on
but that train keeps a-rolling on down to San An-tone

Well, when I was just a baby, my mama told me, "Hon,
always be a good girl, don't ever mess with guns"
But I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die
When I hear that whistle blowin', I hang my head and cry

Well, I bet there's rich folk eating in a fancy dining car
They're probably drinking coffee and smoking fat cigars
but I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free
but them people keep a-moving and that's what tortures me

Well, if they freed me from this prison, if this railroad car was mine
I know I'd move it on just a little farther down the line
so far from Folsom Prison, that's where I want to stay
and I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away

and finally from Dys in the morning;

Steamroller Blues
~James Taylor

I'm a steamroller baby
I'm 'bout to roll all over you
I'm a steamroller baby
I'm 'bout to roll all over you
I'm gonna inject your soul
With sweet rock'n'roll, poor heaven
I'm a cement mixer
A churning urn of burning funk
I'm a cement mixer
A churning urn of burning funk
A hefty hunk, steaming junk
I'm a steamroller baby
I'm 'bout to roll over you
I'm a steamroller baby
I'm 'bout to roll over you
I'm gonna inject your soul
With some sweet rock'n'roll
And shoot you full of rhythm and blues
I'm a napalm-bomb
Guaranteed to blow your mind
I'm a napalm-bomb
Guaranteed to blow your mind
If I can't have your love now baby
There won't be nothing left behind

Ben Colder - Folsom Prison Blues No. 1 1/2 Lyrics

Hello I'm Ben Colder

I hear the train a comin' it's rollin' down the track
It's comin' to Folsom Prison to bring me a six pack
It's nice in Folsom Prison the warden's a swell guy
But when I hear that lonesome whistle I feel like I could die

When I was just a baby my mama put me down
Said you are just a baby don't take your guns to town
I shot a DJ up in Reno he wouldn't play my song
Now the DJ's round the country they play me loud and long

[ guitar ]
Hey whatch's that little ole lady doin' in here
(I'm just here to get my baby out of jail)

[ guitar ]
I'll bet there's rich folks eatin' in them fancy dinin' cars
They're probably smokin' coffee and drinkin' black cigars
I knew I's gonna mess that up I never get it right
But when I hear that lonesome whistle I feel like I could die

Warden said ya'll not supposed to do that
When I sing that that's a no no

If they freed me from this prison I'd make like Jesse James
If ya'll won't tell the warden I'll steal this dadburn train
Bust through the walls of Folsom and make that whistle cry like this
And if ya'll'd be nice fellas I'd take you for a ride

Don't tell me that Leonard Cohen didn't spend his life searching, dys and edgar. We all do, right.

Thanks, guys, for the songs, especially sweet baby James. (I've ben colder than I am today.)

This one is for edgar and dys, and all those who need REAL love, be they friend or acquaintance.

James Taylor - Shower The People

You can play the game,
and you can act out the part,
but you know it wasnt written for you,
Tell me how can you stand there,
with your broken heart,
afraid of playing the fool,
One thing can be to another,
It dont take any sacrifice,
Oh, Father, and Mother,
Sister and Brother,
If it feels nice,
Then dont think twice,

Just shower the people you love with love,
Show them the way that you feel,
Things are gonna be just fine,
if you only will,
You can run, but you can not hide,
This is widely known,
Tell me how can you stand there,
with your foolish pride,
when your all by yourself alone,
Once you tell somebody the way that you feel,
You can feel it beginning to ease,
I guess its true what they say,
about the squeaky wheel,
always getting the grease,
So you just, Shower the people you love with love,
Show them the way you feel,
Things are gonna be much better,
if you only will, do as i say, now,
Shower the people you love with love,
Show them the way you feel,
Things are gonna be just fine, if you only will.

"love is not a cul de sac, it's a two way street."

Rosalind Russell
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia


Born June 4, 1907
Waterbury, Connecticut, USA
Died November 28, 1976
Beverly Hills, Los Angeles, California,
Spouse(s) Frederick Brisson (1941-1976)
Academy Awards

Nominated: Best Actress
1942 My Sister Eileen
1946 Sister Kenny
1947 Mourning Becomes Electra
1958 Auntie Mame
The Jean Hersholt Humanitarian Award (1972)
Tony Awards

Best Leading Actress - Musical
1953 Wonderful Town
Golden Globe Awards

Best Actress - Motion Picture Drama
1947 Sister Kenny
1948 Mourning Becomes Electra
Best Actress - Motion Picture Musical/Comedy
1959 Auntie Mame
1962 A Majority of One
1963 Gypsy

Rosalind Russell (June 4, 1907 - November 28, 1976) was a four-time Academy Award nominated and Tony Award winning American film and stage actress, perhaps best known for her role as a fast-talking newspaper reporter in the Howard Hawks screwball comedy His Girl Friday.

She is the actress (tied with Meryl Streep) with the most Golden Globe Awards (for films) wins, with five.





Early life

Rosalind Russell was one of seven siblings born in Waterbury, Connecticut to Clara and James Edward Russell,[1] an Irish-American Catholic family. She was not named after the character from Shakespeare's As You Like It, but rather after a ship on which her parents had travelled. She attended Catholic schools before attending the American Academy of Dramatic Arts in New York City.


Career

She started her career as a fashion model and in many Broadway shows. In the early 1930s, she began to work for MGM, where she starred in many comedies (Four's a Crowd, 1938) and dramas (Craig's Wife, 1936, The Citadel, 1938). In 1939, she was cast as a catty gossip in the all-female comedy The Women, directed by George Cukor.


She proved her quick-witted talent for comedy in the classic screwball comedy His Girl Friday (1940), directed by Howard Hawks. She played a quick-witted ace reporter who was also the ex-wife of her former newspaper editor (played by Cary Grant).

In the 1940s, she continued to make comedies (The Feminine Touch, 1941; Take a Letter Darling, 1942), as well as dramas (Sister Kenny, 1946; Mourning Becomes Electra, 1947; The Velvet Touch, 1948).

Russell scored a big hit on Broadway with her Tony Award-winning performance in Wonderful Town in 1953. The play was a musical version of her successful film of a decade earlier, My Sister Eileen. Russell reprised her starring role in the musical version in 1958 in a television special.

Probably her most memorable performance was in the title role of the long-running stage hit Auntie Mame (1956) and the subsequent movie version (1958), in which she played an eccentric aunt whose orphan nephew comes to live with her. When asked which role she was most closely identified with, she replied that strangers who spotted her still called out, "Hey, Auntie Mame!"

From the late 1950s to the mid-1960s, she starred in a large number of movies, giving notable performances in Picnic (1956), Gypsy (1962) and The Trouble with Angels (1966).

Russell was the logical choice for reprising her role as "Auntie Mame" when its Broadway musical adaptation Mame was set for production in 1966. She claimed to have turned it down since she preferred to move on to different roles. In reality, she did not want to burden the public with her growing health problems, which included rheumatoid arthritis.

Rosalind Russell has a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame, at 1708 Vine Street.

Russell was referred to as "The Lizard of Roz" by Elaine Stritch in her one woman show "Elaine Stritch at Liberty" (2002). The reference is actually to Ethel Merman, who blamed Russell for stealing the role of Mama Rose in the movie version of "Gypsy." Stritch worked with Russell's husband Freddie Brisson who directed the play "Time of the Barracuda."


Personal life

She married Danish-American producer Frederick Brisson on October 25, 1941. They had one child in 1943, a son named Lance. Her father-in-law was the successful Danish actor Carl Brisson.

Russell died after a long battle with breast cancer in 1976 at the age of 69, although initially her age was misreported because she had shaved a few years off her true age. She was survived by her husband and son. She is buried in Holy Cross Catholic Cemetery in Culver City, California.

Her autobiography, written with Chris Chase, entitled Life is a Banquet was published a year after her death.