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Song Lyric Sunday May 8, 2022

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This week the theme is songs that mention Socks, Shoes, Boots.

It took a while and David’s music knowledge to remember what song I was thinking of, but this is one of my favorite songs. It has been redone by so many fantastic artists but this is my favorite version.

Mr. Bojangles

Lyrics

I knew a man “Bojangles”, and he danced for you
In worn out shoes
Silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants
The old soft shoe

He jumped so high
He jumped so high
And then he’d lightly touch down

I met him in a cell in New Orleans, I was
Down and out
He looked to me to be the eyes of age
As the smoke ran out

He talked of life
He talked of life
He laughed, clicked his heels and stepped

He said his name “Bojangles”, and he danced a lick
Across the cell
He grabbed his pants and feathered stance
Oh, he jumped so high
Then 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

He danced for those in minstrel shows and county fairs
Throughout the south
He spoke with tears of fifteen years how his dog and him
Traveled about
The dog up and died, he up and died
After twenty years he still grieves

He said, “I dance now at every chance in honky tonks
For drinks and tips
But most the time I spend behind these county bars
‘Cause I drinks a bit”

He shook his head
And as he shook his head
I heard someone ask him “Please”
Please

Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Dance

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Jerry Jeff Walker

Mr. Bojangles lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc

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Song Lyric Sunday

Jim hosts Song Lyric Sunday

This week the theme is songs that mention Suit, Pants, Dress, Shirt suggested by Paula of Light Motifs II.  

Wow, I googled songs that have clothing items in the titles and there are so many that I really like. I picked this because it reminds me of my mom. She loved Neil Diamond. My mom passed away back in 1994. Its been a long time and its hard because I don’t remember that much about her. She did love Neil though. Thanks for sharing the memory with me. 🥲

Forever In Blue Jeansby Neil Diamond

–https://www.songfacts.com/facts/neil-diamond/forever-in-blue-jeans

Lyrics

“Forever In Blue Jeans”

Money talks
But it don’t sing and dance
And it don’t walk
And long as I can have you
Here with me, I’d much rather be
Forever in blue jeans

Honey’s sweet
But it ain’t nothin’ next to baby’s treat
And if you pardon me
I’d like to say
We’ll do okay
Forever in blue jeans

Maybe tonight
Maybe tonight, by the fire
All alone you and I
Nothing around
But the sound of my heart
And your sighs

Money talks
But it can’t sing and dance
And it can’t walk
And long as I can have you
Here with me, I’d much rather be
Forever in blue jeans, babe

And honey’s sweet
But it ain’t nothin’ next to baby’s treat
And if you pardon me I’d like to say
We’ll do okay
Forever in blue jeans

Maybe tonight
Maybe tonight, by the fire
All alone you and I
Nothing around
But the sound of my heart
And your sighs

Money talks
But it don’t sing and dance
And it don’t walk
And long as I can have you
Here with me
I’d much rather be
Forever in blue jeans

And if you pardon me
I’d like to say
We’ll do okay
Forever in blue jeans, babe
And long as I can have you
Here with me I’d much rather be
Forever in blue jeans, babe

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Song Lyric Sunday

This week the theme is songs that mention Army, Soldier, War suggested by Di of pensitivity101.

Jim is the host of Song Lyric Sunday and you must check this out if you are a music fan. Jim knows a lot about all of the musicians he introduces us to. Check it out here: https://jimadamsauthordotcom.wordpress.com/2022/04/09/war-crimes/

I guess this song isn’t necessarily following the “rules” of todays topic but it came to mind the minute I saw the theme. My experience with children, especially those who have been abused, has me feeling like child abuse is a war that is constantly being fought. So, for today my contribution is from 10,000 Maniacs. This is one of my all time favorite songs. If everyone knew the stories of the kids I alone have worked with you all would have nightmares forever. The stories are true and it is so very sad…

Songwriters: Natalie Merchant / Robert Buck

“What’s The Matter Here?” https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/10000maniacs/whatsthematterhere.html

That young boy without a name anywhere I’d know his face.
In this city the kid’s my favorite.
I’ve seen him. I see him every day.
Seen him run outside looking for a place to hide from his father,
the kid half naked and said to myself “O, what’s the matter here?”
I’m tired of the excuses everybody uses, he’s their kid I stay out of it,
but who gave you the right to do this?

We live on Morgan Street;
just ten feet between and his mother, I never see her,
but her screams and cussing, I hear them every day.
Threats like: “If you don’t mind I will beat on your behind,”
“Slap you, slap you silly.”
made me say, “O, what’s the matter here?”
I’m tired of the excuses everybody uses, he’s your kid, do as you see fit,
but get this through that I don’t approve of what you did to you own flesh and blood.

“If you don’t sit on this chair straight
I’ll take this belt from around my waist and don’t you think that I won’t use it!”

Answer me and take your time,
what could be the awful crime he could do at such young an age?
If I’m the only witness to your madness offer me some words to balance out what I see and what I hear.
Oh these cold and lowly things that you do I suppose you do because he belongs to you
and instead of love and the feel of warmth you’ve given him these cuts and sores don’t heal with time or with age.

And I want to say “What’s the Matter here?”
But I don’t dare say.

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Flashback Track Friday #62

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Is there a song you associate with someone special in your life?

Please share a song which sparks fond memories of someone, or something, in your life? A relative? A friend? Maybe a family pet? Or even somewhere you lived or visited? Even better, share that memory as well?

After losing my husband in 2018 I sort of figured I would be on my own…maybe not forever, but I didn’t feel the need to find someone else. But fate plays its own role and I met David. I was nervous to have such strong feelings for someone, I was falling in love. I didn’t want to rush into things and one day I told him how I felt. Then I heard this song…

Lyrics

There’s no need to complicate it
Dress it up or overstate it
Without too much hesitation
Here’s the way I feel

I like you, I like you
Even when I don’t try to
Yes, I do, that’s the truth
I like you

Seven years is a long, long while
Somehow you still make me smile
I’d say almost most the time
Here’s the way I feel

I like you, I just like you
Even when I don’t try to
Yes, I do, that’s the truth
I like you, hmm

There are way too many love songs
And I think they’ve got it all wrong
‘Cause life is not the mountain tops
It’s the walkin’ in between
And I like you walking next to me

Well I like you, I like you
Even when I don’t try to
Yes, I do, that’s the truth
I like you, yeah

Even when I don’t try to
I still like you

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Benjamin Rector

I Like You lyrics © Ben Rector Music

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Thursday Inspiration #148 Looks Like We Made It

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Respond to this challenge, by either by using the prompt word made, or going with the above picture, or by means of the song ‘Looks Like We Made It’, or by going with another song by Barry Manilow, or anything else that you think fits.

I had never heard this song before but I thought it was pretty good…

“American Made”

It ain’t the money
It ain’t the fame
It’s a couple hundred folks like me out there
Screaming my last name
It ain’t the record sales
It’s my voice in the whipper wheels
200 years down a long dirt road
Where there used to be a moonshine still

American made
Professional grade
Yeah I’m built Ford tough
Ain’t much shit I can’t take
I got scars on my skin like my Chevy has dents
Getting covered in mud every damn weekend
I’m 10 foot tall
And American made

Red bone on the porch
Shotgun on the floor
With the safety turned off
And a lock screen door
You don’t wanna come
Snooping around my place
In the middle of nowhere surrounded by
Good ole boys in 4 wheel drives
That get down and dirty
But still sing Amazing Grace

American made
Professional grade
Yeah I’m built Ford tough
Ain’t much shit I can’t take
I got scars on my skin like my Chevy has dents
Getting covered in mud every damn weekend
I’m 10 foot tall
And American made
I’m 10 foot tall
And American made

Flag pole in the front yard flies with pride
Of the freedom of the place where I reside
And I clean up nice for church
Every Sunday
And we drop at half mass and bow our heads
For the good ones gone ’cause we all bleed red
When it’s said and done I’ll be in Heaven
Fishing up in the shade

American made
Professional grade
Yeah I’m built Ford tough
Ain’t much shit I can’t take
I got scars on my skin like my Chevy has dents
Getting covered in mud every damn weekend
I’m 10 foot tall
And American made
I’m 10 foot tall
And American made
I’m 10 foot tall
And American made

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Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 398 DRAGON and Magic.

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Puff

Puff was there for fun
For children to believe in
Not to be scary

Magical dragon
Lives peacefully by the sea
Children can believe

Peaceful for children
Sailing away in daydreams
Living forever

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Poetry based on Puff the Magic Dragon: 

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honahlee
Little Jackie paper loved that rascal puff
And brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff oh

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honahlee
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honahlee

Together they would travel on a boat with billowed sail
Jackie kept a lookout perched on puff's gigantic tail
Noble kings and princes would bow whene'er they came
Pirate ships would lower their flag when puff roared out his name oh

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honahlee
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honahlee

A dragon lives forever but not so little boys
Painted wings and giant rings make way for other toys
One grey night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more
And puff that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar

His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain
Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane
Without his life-long friend, puff could not be brave
So Puff that mighty dragon sadly slipped into his cave oh

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honahlee
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honahlee
Peter, Paul and Mary

Peter, Paul and Mary

Peter, Paul and Mary were a US folk-singing trio whose nearly 50-year career began with their rise to become a paradigm for 1960s folk music. The trio was composed of Peter Yarrow, Paul Stookey and Mary Travers. After the death of Mary Travers in 2009, Yarrow and Stookey continued to perform as a duo under their individual names. more »

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A Very Random Challenge ~ Love Is In Da Blog 2022

Today the theme is A Love Song from February 7th, 1942

When looking on the internet for songs I found that I really didn’t enjoy many of them. One thing I did notice was the nostalgic reminder of Bugs Bunny cartoons…the background music sounded much like this song I chose.

I Don’t Want to Walk Without You

All our friends keep knocking at the door
They've asked me out a hundred times or more
But all I say is, "Leave me in the gloom"
And here I stay within my lonely room
'Cause

I don't want to walk without you, Baby
Walk without my arm about you, Baby
I thought the day you left me behind
I'd take a stroll and get you right off my mind
But now I find that
I don't want to walk without the sunshine
Why'd you have to turn off all that sunshine?
Oh, Baby, please come back or you'll break my heart for me
'Cause I don't want to walk without you
No, sire