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I couldn't watch all of it. Too gruesome! I remember this, all too well.

edgar, I'm in one of those moods myself, Texas. Sophie knew how to get one's attention, right? Great song, and a tribute to a marvelous "Jester".

Hey, hbg. Love your Pat Green song, Canada. My, my those voodoo women. Incidentally, my picture connection had to do with the ROCK Island Line, but it must have gone over like a "lead" Balloon.<smiles>

Sharon, welcome back, gal. I was a small part of that as well.

I don't know why I knew the song, folks. I just did and know explanation.

Lead Belly
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Background information
Birth name Huddie William Ledbetter
Also known as Lead Belly
Born January 23, 1888(1888-01-23)
Mooringsport, Louisiana, U.S.A.
Died December 6, 1949 (aged 61)
New York City, New York, U.S.A.
Genre(s) blues, folk, country blues, folk revival
Occupation(s) Musician, songwriter
Instrument(s) Vocals, guitar, accordion
Years active 1936 - 1949

Huddie William Ledbetter, (January 23, 1888 - December 6, 1949) was an American folk and blues musician, notable for his clear and forceful singing, his virtuosity on the twelve string guitar, and the rich songbook of folk standards he introduced.

He is best known as Leadbelly or Lead Belly. Though many releases list him as "Leadbelly," Ledbetter himself spelled it "Lead Belly."

Although he most commonly played the twelve string, he could also play the piano, mandolin, harmonica, violin, concertina, and accordion. In some of his recordings, such as in one of his versions of the folk ballad "John Hardy", he performs on the accordion instead of the guitar. In other recordings he just sings while clapping his hands or stomping his foot. The topics of Lead Belly's music covered a wide range of subjects, including gospel songs; blues songs about women, liquor and racism; and folk songs about cowboys, prison, work, sailors, cattle herding and dancing. He also wrote songs concerning the newsmakers of the day, such as President Franklin Roosevelt, Adolf Hitler, Jean Harlow, the Scottsboro Boys and multi-millionaire Howard Hughes.

Rock Island Line

Cat's in the cupboard and she can't find me
Oh the Rock Island Line is a mighty fine line
Oh the Rock Island Line is the road to ride
If you want to ride, you gotta ride it like you're flyin'
Get your ticket at the station on the Rock Island Line

Maybe I'm right, maybe I'm wrong
Lawd you gonna miss me when I'm gone
Oh the Rock Island Line is a mighty fine line
Oh the Rock Island Line is the road to ride
If you want to ride, you gotta ride it like you're flyin'
Get your ticket at the station on the Rock Island Line

Jesus died to save our sins
Glory to God I'm gonna see Him again
Oh the Rock Island Line is a mighty fine line
Oh the Rock Island Line is the road to ride
If you want to ride, you gotta ride it like you're flyin'
Get your ticket at the station on the Rock Island Line

Moses stood on the Red Sea shore
Smothin' the water with a two-by-four
Oh the Rock Island Line is a mighty fine line
Oh the Rock Island Line is the road to ride
If you want to ride, you gotta ride it like you're flyin'
Get your ticket at the station on the Rock Island Line

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yqfZmRlKowc

Here is a tribute to Kyu Sakamoto. Wonderful man and performer.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VVVpZ-l1-Pk

ah, edgar, what memories. Satt steered me to that one long ago. I had to pull it out of my memory as well, Texas. What a tragedy, and I think the song was about some actress that he loved. If I recall correctly, it was the first Japanese song that was a big hit.

We'll dedicate this song to the yitwails, folks.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PxdynChtyyo

I Wanna Be In The Cavalry
(lyrics by Corb Lund, music by Stan Rogers/Corb Lund)

I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war
I wanna good steed under me like my forefathers before
I wanna good mount when the bugle sounds and I hear the cannons' roar
I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war

I wanna horse in the volunteer force that's riding forth at dawn
Please save for me some gallantry that will echo when I'm gone
I beg of you sarge let me lead the charge when the battle lines are drawn
Lemme at least leave a good hoof beat they'll remember loud and long

I'd not a good foot soldier make, I'd be sour and slow at march
And I'd be sick on a navy ship, and the sea would leave me parched
But I'll be first in line if they'll let me ride, by god, you'll see my starch
Lope back o'er the heath with the laurel wreath underneath that vict'ry arch

Let me earn my spurs in the battle's blur where the day is lost or won
I'll wield my lance as the ponies dance and the blackguards fire their guns
A sabre keen, and a saddle carbine and an army Remington
Where the hot lead screams with the cold, cold steel let me be a cav'lryman

Let 'em play their flutes and stirrup my boots and place them back to front
For I won't be back on the rider-less black and I'm finished in my hunt
I wanna be in the cavalry if I must go off to war
I wanna be in the cavalry, but I won't ride home no more

I Wanna Be In The Cavalry: Reprise
(lyrics by Corb Lund, music by Stan Rogers/Corb Lund)

I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war
I wanna good steed under me like my forefathers before

Courageous at first we took their worst, our positions we held stout
We clung to belief and we hung on the speech from our trusted leaders' mouths
Overwhelming odds and a hopeless cause and our cities overrun
There were them that said we was badly led and God were we outgunned

I lost count of the worthy mounts that from under me were cut
My favourite mare with her head in the air took the cannons in her gut
In the first two weeks on that bloody creek my brother lost his arm
Was only sixty days till all we prayed was get us home unharmed

O for the day that we signed our names and the well that we were wished
The men's congrats and the pats on the backs and the ladies that we kissed
The band that played and the grande parade and the patriotic shouts
All faded fast, didn't even last till the uniforms wore out

And there were none to replace nor to help us face the winters cold and bleak
That chilled to the bone the pneumonia prone and froze our bootless feet
Then the typhoid hit with its fevered fits, TB and dysentery
That proved in the end to have killed more men than the vilest enemy

We were finally forced to feed on horse and carcass we could scrounge
When the wagons stopped and we'd burnt their crops to charred and barren ground
With morale in doubt and our pride run out no honour did I see
All I seen were a thousand dreams piled dead in front of me

I wanna be in the cavalry if the send me off to war
I wanna be in the cavalry but I won't ride home no more


Taps

Instrumental

dj, welcome back, buddy. We always miss you when you're away. Love both those versions of your Cavalry song, Canada. Do you know that a lot of folks want to call those horsemen, Calvary. I tried to find the Calgary Stampede song, but no luck, listeners.

Speaking of tributes, folks, here's one to Hank Williams by his son and another little son of a gun.

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.


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.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LQPEsa5e7K0&feature=related

In honor of the Mardi Gras which will be in February.

IN HONOUR OF MARDI GRAS

EMMYLOU HARRIS sings LACASSINE SPECIAL
(pardon my french)

perhaps francis can help us out and translate

hbg, I am certain that the song by Emmylou is lovely in English as well. Perhaps if we search we can find the translation, Canada. Thanks, buddy.

Time for me to say goodnight, all. This is a beautiful song by Michael Buble, and he does it so well.

Softly, I will leave you softly
For my heart would break if you should wake and see me go
So I leave you softly, long before you miss me
Long before your arms beg me to stay
For one more hour or one more day
After all the years, I can't bear the tears to fall
So, softly as I leave you there

Softly, long before you kiss me
long before your arms can beg me stay
For one more hour or one more day
After all the years, I can't bear the tears to fall
So, softly as I leave you there
As I leave I you there
As I leave I you there.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_HlvK59XxjU&feature=related

Goodnight, all.

From Letty with love

One of my favorites, Letty! Mardi Gras is also "Super Tuesday", in NJ! Getting out to vote! :wink: :wink: :wink:

Mornin', Sharon. I love the music that is representative of Mardi Gras. Can you believe the talent of that four year old kid?

Had this song on my mind early today, folks, and it warmed me up. I needed that 'cause it is 45degrees F in my little studio.

I was rather surprised to find out, however, that Mr. BoJangles may not have been about Bill Robinson.

Love this version, however.

I knew a man Bojangles
And he danced for you
In worn out shoes

With silver hair, a ragged shirt
And baggy pants, the old soft shoe

He jumped so high,
He jumped so high,
Then he lightly touched down

Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles,
Mr. Bojangles, dance!

I met him in a cell in New Orleans,
I was down and out
He looked to be the eyes of age as spoke right out
He talked of life,
He talked of life,
He laughed, slapped his leg a step

He said his name, Bojangles,
Then he danced a lick across the cell
He grabbed pants of better stants,
Then he jumped up high, he clicked his heels
He let go a laugh,
He let go a laugh, shook back his clothes all around

Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles,
Mr. Bojangles, dance!
La-dee da da...
Hum-um-um...
Dee-dah-dah-dah

He danced for those at minstrel shows
And county fairs throughout the south
He spoke with tears of 15 years
How his dog and he traveled about
His dog up and died, up and died,
After 20 years he still grieved

He said I dance now at ev'ry chance
In honky tonks for drinks and tips
But most of the time
I spend behind these county bars
He said 'I drinks a bit'
He shook his head
And as he shook his head
I heard someone ask "Please!"
"Please!"

Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles,
Mr. Bojangles, dance!
La-dee da da...
Hum-um-um...
Dee-dah-dah-dah
Dance! Dance! Dance!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U003GW7IvA0

Letty, the other song, La Cassine Especial, I would like the translation and tune, if one can be provided. Thanks,
Sharon

Francis is trying to translate the words, Sharon, but he says it is not proper French, but an automatic translation. I'll search out the melody later, gal.

Until then, y'all, it happens to be Faye Dunaway's birthday, so here is a song from one of her earlier movies.

The Ballad of Bonnie and Clyde
Author unknown

Bonnie and Clyde were pretty lookin' people
But I can tell you people, they were the devil's children
Bonnie and Clyde began their evil doin'
One lazy afternoon down Savannah way
They robbed a store and hightailed out of that town
Got clean away in a stolen car and waited till the heat died down.

Bonnie and Clyde, advanced their reputation
And made the graduation into the banking business
Reach for the sky, Sweet talkin' Clyde would holler
As Bonnie loaded dollars in the "Dewlap Bag"
Now one brave man, he tried to take them alone
They left him lyin' in a pool of blood
And laughed about it all the way home.

(instrumental)

Bonnie and Clyde got to be public enemy number one
Runnin' and hidin' from every American lawman's gun
They used to laugh about dyin'
But deep inside 'em they knew
That pretty soon they'd be lyin'
Beneath the ground together
Pushin' up daisies that welcome the sun and the morning dew.

Actin' upon reliable information
A Federal deputation laid a deadly ambush
Bonnie and Clyde came walkin' in the sunshine
A half a dozen carbine opened up on them (machine gun noises).

Bonnie and Clyde,
They lived a lot together
And finally
Together they died.

Good afternoon WA2K.

Here's Faye, who's 67 today and birthday celebs, Andy Rooney (60 Minutes) (89); Singer Jack Jones (70); Carl Weathers (Rocky, et al) (60) and Jason Bateman (TV Arrested Development, et al)(39)

Hey puppy, welcome back; hope all is well in PA. Thanks for the great collage, gal.

Here's one by Jack Jones and "guess who", folks.

To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go.

To right the unrightable wrong
To be better far than you are
To try when your arms are too weary
To reach the unreachable star

This is my quest, to follow that star,
No matter how hopeless, no matter how far
To be willing to give when there's no more to give
To be willing to die so that honor and justice may live

And I know if I'll only be true to this glorious quest
That my heart will lie peaceful and calm when I'm laid to my rest

And the world will be better for this
That one man scorned and covered with scars
Still strove with his last ounce of courage
To reach the unreachable star.

and, of course, Donkey Serenade.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S34cQMYKyBo

Love it.

Hey, puppy, as do I. Musicians are different, no? They have creativity and sometimes the ability to survive in spite of adversity because they are true to their talent. Besides that, Raggedy, they contribute to everyone's well being.

Francis was kind enough to translate this cajun song by Emmylou for hamburger and Sharon, so here it is folks. Sorry but I could not locate the melody

Young girl, all the lies,
The promises you made me
You know, I don't desserve that
You said you, you loved me
Dearly, but today,
Today you're about to leave me
But me, I know I'm gonna be hurt

Oh, yeah, yeah but remember
Young girl, all the promises,
The lies that you made (told) me
You know, I cannot forget
That you, but you told me
Dear, that you would come with me,
Baby, at home.



Mind that some words have a meaning
that comes from the 17th century.
Today, the same words have a different meaning.

Catin, for example, is a doll (baby).
But usually it's a slut. (uhoh)

It might be useful to take a look on this site:

Cajun oral poetry

We all thank you, Francis.

This one was inspired by edgar, and no it's not a tribute to anyone who is dead.

The Tongue Twister Song

Verse 1:
There once was a lovely lady
Just as pretty as the girl next door
Who always was attracted to the sea shore
She fell in love with Peter Piper
And he left New York City with her
And they set up shop beside the tropic sea…

Chorus:
Now she sells sea shells by the sea shore
And red leather, yellow leather, red leather goods
Comes from New York, from a unique New York neighborhood
She sells rubber baby buggy bumpers
And she wears a pair of pink, pretty, frilly fluffy pumpers
And remembers when…
Peter Piper picked a quick peck of pickled peppers
And she was always amazed at his ability

Verse 2:
By now you know the story
And you're wondering if its true
Well, I don't know, but this much I can tell you
It makes such a simple song
And it's fun to sing along
So do it, and I'm sure it will amaze you too!

(Repeat Chorus)

Coda:
Now aren't you amazed at your ability!
Oh, the tongue twister song…
You didn't fool me!
And I'm as happy as can be! Yeah!

Thinking about you, John Garvery

Letty,

That's a fine ditty which, for some reason, brought to mind Mr. Peepers.
You remember him ... Wally Cox?



And his masterpiece song?

Last night I had a romance with a tongue tie lady
Who confess that she so love me
Last night I had a romance with a tongue tie lady
Who then confess that she so love me

She said: ”Dear I'm all alone at home tonight
You can visit while me grandmother gone out of sight
But later on when I want to hug and kiss
With the tie tongue language she saying this

It's twenty-five to twelve get up
Me grandmother coming 12 o clock
It's twenty-five to twelve get up
Me grandmother coming 12 o clock

Well friends now let me tell you I'm a man of passion
When a pagan beauty catch me eye
This lovely flower bud she set me teeth a gnashing
When I see her Lord I'm warm inside
But on the sofa I decide to sneak a small caress
Later on maybe try a little stupidness
She push me back, she start to break away
In the same tie tongue language again she say

It's 20 to twelve please get up
Me grandmother coming 12 o clock
25 to, no 20, 20 to twelve get up Harry

Well by this time I really was exasperated
With her manner of rejecting me
I tell you out of all the things the Lord created
De woman make the worse calamity
On the sofa again I tried to sneak a kiss
Later on to convince her of some greater bliss
Right away but in a voice not quite so strong
She start to sing she tie tongue song

A quarter to 12 Harry get up Harry
Me grandmother coming I tell you honey
A quarter to 12 Harry get up
Me grandmother coming 12 o clock

Now friends you know a man he should not be frustrated
When chasing some delectability
But I know this problem never will be eliminated
Until I'm reaching my senility
By this time I can see that she is getting weak
Me blood pressure rising to the danger peak
When I feel the romance coming soon
Right away she crooning the tongue tie tune

10 to 12 Harry get up me Grandmother darlin' she coming 12 o clock
Harry it's 10 to 12 now come on get up Harry

Well right away me brain receive a revelation
How to make the fruit fall off the tree
If I want a chance to integrate me situation
I got to talk some other talk for she
Right away marriage talk was coming out me mouth
She smiled the conquest is no long in doubt
But before she reach insanity,
With the last chance whisper she telling me

It's 12 o clock Harry, Harry, Harry it's 12 o clock,
Harry it's 12 o clock and me grandmother coming
Ha, Ha, Ha Hallo granny I want you to met me friend Harry

Tongue Tie Baby
Harry Belafonte