Tired of singin' Kumbuya Part Deux

[Trinity]

<<SIGH>>  Noooooo!  It is "Pineapple Rag" from the Sting soundtrack... Sheesh!   

Do-dit do-dit do-dit,

Do do do dododo dododoodit!

I got it now, thanks!



AnnieLee

I think you are thinking of "The Entertainer"

Pineapple Rag is: do-de do-de do-de do-de dee-do, do-de do-de do-de do-de dee-do   

[Four-Eyed Buck]

Somehow it gets kinda lost in the translation. Wow, coverin' all the bases here, Ragtime yet. that'sc a little past the cowboy era isn't it? At least after 1900............Buck

[Trinity]

Ooop!  Ok, here's a cowboy song that I posted a few months ago in Newbrasskey:

Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies above,
Don't fence me in.
Let me ride through the wide open country that I love,
Don't fence me in.
Let me be by myself in the evenin' breeze,
And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees,
Send me off forever but I ask you please,
Don't fence me in.

Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle
Underneath the western skies.
On my Cayuse, let me wander over yonder
Till I see the mountains rise.

I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences
And gaze at the moon till I lose my senses
And I can't look at hovels and I can't stand fences
Don't fence me in.

Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies,
Don't fence me in.
Let me ride through the wide open country that I love,
Don't fence me in.
Let me be by myself in the evenin' breeze
And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees
Send me off forever but I ask you please,
Don't fence me in

Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle
Underneath the western skies
On my Cayuse, let me wander over yonder
Till I see the mountains rise.
Ba boo ba ba boo.

I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences
And gaze at the moon till I lose my senses
And I can't look at hobbles and I can't stand fences
Don't fence me in.
No.
Poppa, don't you fence me in

[Delmonico]

How 'bout an rowdy Irish jig with Old West connections.  The Regimental song of Custer's Seventh, the tune is familar to any one who ever watched a Cavalry movie, a rousing tune ussually just done as an instamental.


Garryowen (Galic for Owens Garden a suburb of Limerick)

Let Bacchus' sons be not dismayed,
But join with me each jovial blade,
Come booze and sing and lend me aid,
To help me with the chorus,

Chorus
Instead of spa, we'll drink down ale,
And pay the reckoning on the nail,
For debt no man shall go to jail,
From Garryowen and glory!

We are the boys who take delight in
Smashing the Limerick lamps when lighting,
Through the streets like sporters fighting,
And tearing all before us.

Chorus

We'll break windows, we'll break doors,
The watch knock down by threes and fours,
Then let the doctors work their cures,
And tinker up our bruises.

Chorus

We'll beat the bailiffs out of fun.
We'll make the mayors and sheriffs run.
We are the boys no man dare dun,
If he regards a whole skin.

Chorus

Our hearts so stout have got us fame,
For soon 'tis known from whence we came.
Where'er we go they dread the name
Of Garryowen in glory!

Chorus

[Four-Eyed Buck]

Now that's period kerrect..........Buck

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

Since when has this thread been period correct, Buck??

I've probably posted this one before, but I am too lazy tonight to look it up, besides, I have laundry to put away:

One morning I woke up and I knew
You were really gone
A new day, a new way, and new
eyes to see the dawn
Go your way, I'll go mine and
Carry on

The sky is clearing and the night
Has gone out
The sun, he come, the world
is all full of light
Rejoice, rejoice, we have no choice but
To carry on

The fortunes of fables are able
To sing the song
Now witness the quickness with which
We get along
To sing the blues you've got to live the tunes and
Carry on

Carry on
Love is coming
Love is coming to us all

Where are you going now my love?
Where will you be tomorrow?
Will you bring me happiness?
Will you bring me sorrow?
Oh, the questions of a thousand dreams
What you do and what you see
Lover can you talk to me?

Girl when I was on my own
Chasing you down
What was it made you run?
Trying your best just to get around.
The questions of a thousand dreams
What you do and what you see
Lover can you talk to me?

~~~~~~~~

AnnieLee, with that song in her head

[Four-Eyed Buck]

Just kiddin' Del and Trinity, Annie.........Buck

[Curley Cole]

Why Miz Lee
Iffn you did post that one before, it is one to be repeated, very pretty

sooths them weary and sore bones...

thank you
cc

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

No song today, Curley, but I did take some pics for you.



AnnieLee

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

And these.

AnnieLee, who loves living in the woods. 

[Four-Eyed Buck]

Sniff, Snifff, AAAAAccchhoooooooooo, thanks fer postin those ,Annie......Buck

[Old Top]

Miss Annie,

I can hear Tiny Tim tiptoeing through your tulips now.

Old Top

[Curley Cole]

Miz Lee

Thank you for the beautiful "dazies" and not an "achooo" outa me..

I have to say in me and OLd Tops early days of terrorizing the ladies and children, we were known to occasionally "act out a song" while at a party.
I would do PipeLine....you can do a perfect surf routine...right down to the wipe out.(don't believe me...listen to the song...stroke, stroke, standing walking the nose well you get the point)
anyways Old top would act out the New Christy Minstrels version of "Tip Toe thru the Tulips"  by the end it would be "STOMPING thru the nastursiums....well guess you had to be there...some 40odd years ago..
thanks for the flower tour...do any of them help back pain???
cc

[Delmonico]

There is a poppy that can help back pain, or any other kind.

[Forty Rod]

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[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

Perhaps because the remnants of Cindy are on the way, this song popped into my head:

It was a rainy night
We took a taxi to your mother's home
She went to Florida
And left you with your father's gun,
Alone

Upon a snow white bed
You fell into a dream
I stayed up all the night
And watched thee
Just to see
Who in the world you might be...

AnnieLee, thinking of the rain... and a time.

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

I never dreamed you'd leave in summer
I thought you would go then come back home
I thought the cold would leave by summer
But my quiet nights will be spent alone

You said there would be warm love in spring-time
That was when you start-ed to be cold
I never dreamed you'd leave in summer
But now I find my-self all alone

You said then you'd be the life in autumn
Said you'd be the one to see the way
I nev-er dreamed you'd leave in summer
But now I find my love has gone away

Why didn't you stay


Joan Baez

[Delmonico]

I was cleaning up on the 2nd floor today where my sewing room and gun room are.  Put on some musice I anin't listened to in a while.  This is one of my favorite by Guy Clark.

It's called "Texas 1947"

Now bein' six years old, I had seen some trains before,
so it's hard to figure out what I'm at the depot for.

Trains are big and black and smokin' - steam screamin' at the wheels,
bigger than anything they is, at least that's the way she feels

Trains are big and black and smokin', louder'n July four,
but everybody's actin' like this might be somethin' more. . .

. . .than just pickin' up the mail, or the soldiers from the war.
This is somethin' that even old man Wileman never seen before.

And it's late afternoon on a hot Texas day.
somethin' strange is goin' on, and we's all in the way.

Well there's fifty or sixty people they're just sittin' on their cars,
and the old men left their dominos and they come down from the bars.

Everybody's checkin', old Jack Kittrel check his watch,
and us kids put our ears to the rails to hear 'em pop.

So we already knowed it, when they finally said 'train time'
you'd a-thought that Jesus Christ his-self was rollin' down the line.

'Cause things got real quiet, momma jerked me back,
But not before I'd got the chance to lay a nickel on the track.

Chorus
Look out here she comes, she's comin',
Look out there she goes, she's gone,
screamin' straight through Texas
like a mad dog cyclone.

Big, red, and silver,
she don't make no smoke,
she's a fast-rollin' streamline
come to show the folks.

Look out here she comes, she's comin'
Look out there she goes, she's gone,
screamin' straight through Texas
like a mad dog cyclone.

. . .Lord, she never even stopped.

She left fifty or sixty people still sittin' on their cars,
and they're wonderin' what it's comin' to
and how it got this far.

Oh but me I got a nickel smashed flatter than a dime
by a mad dog, runaway red-silver streamline. . . train

Chorus


I reminded me of a day about a year and a half ago that my brother, my nephew , my Dad and I were sittin' along the road near Steele City Nebraska on the UP line waitin' for the on of the Challenger Class 4-6-6-4 steam engines to come by at about 70 mph.  An obsolete expensive dinosaur, replace by the cheaper to operate diesal electrics, such as this one in the song.

[Four-Eyed Buck]

That had to be one hell of a sight, Del. Were they movin' it to another place or what?......Buck

[Delmonico]

They were going back to Cheynne, they had it down at the Stupor Bowl, ya know that Sunday every one watches the footbasll game and drinks enough beer to be in a stupor.

We followed it from Steele City to Hastings and then watched em' service it.  What and awsome hunk of machinery, only the Big Boy's were bigger and they ain't fast like the Challanger Class.