KO,
I would like to meet Don van Vliet, and I'm
curious about you for posting it. It is interesting.
Marsha
At 04:06 AM 1/9/2009, you wrote:
Floppy Boot Stomp -Don van Vliet
The floppy boot stomped down into the ground
The farmer screamed 'n blew the sky off the mountains
Eye sockets looked down on the chestbone mountains
'n the sun dropped down, 'n the moon ran off,
His heels 'n elbows pale as chalk
'n all the comets collided 'n blew t' dust
For fear they'd be seen.
'n the sky turned white in the middle of the night
'n the sky turned white in the middle of the night
'n the big floppy boot stomped down into the ground
'n the red violin took the bow
to do the hoodoo hoe-down
'n the red violin took the bow
for to do the hoodoo hoe-down
The farmer jumped in ah circle 'n flung his chalk right down
Do-si-do the devil sho' showed 'n he broke off his horns
'n fiddled him down the road
through the fork
'n the farmer's floppy boot stomped down
Red tail squirmin' and the hot leg kicked
'n the fire leaped 'n licked
And when the boot came up, the fire went out
And hell was just an ice cube melting off on the ground.
And the bold caught down for to do the hoodoo hoedown
And the bold caught down for to do the hoodoo, the devil hoedown
To the fork, huddlin' in a hollow, standin' at the crossroads
With that bunged-up bandaged broken bum that fell in the wrong circle
He had a sole red tail once went red, now was pale
Fe Fi Fo Fum he was summoned up from hell
Booted down a spell
By a square-dancin' farmer
By a square-dancin' farmer, well
That old bum was sticking out his thumb
When the farmer drew up, said
"Listen son", and the horse compared his hooves.
"If you fall into my circle again I'll tan your red hide
And dance you on your tail, and pitch you from now to now
Pitch you from now to now."
And the hotlick kicked, and the fire leaped an' licked
And the hotlick kicked and the fire just leaped an' licked
And the hotlick kickin' an' the fire jus' leapin' an' lickin'
And the fire leaped and licked.
2009/1/9 MarshaV <[email protected]>
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>
> I knew a man Bojangles and he'd dance for you in worn out shoes.
> Silver hair, ragged shirt and baggy pants, that old soft shoe.
> He'd jump so high, he'd jump so high, then he'd lightly touch down.
>
> Mr. Bojangles,
> Mr. Bojangles,
> Dance.
>
> 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 he spoke right out.
> He talked of life, he talked of life, laughed and snapped his legs still.
>
> Mr. Bojangles,
> Mr. Bojangles,
> Dance.
>
> He said the name's Bojangles and he danced a lick all across the cell.
> He grabbed his pants for a better stance, oh he jumped so high and he
> clicked up his heels.
> He let go laugh, he let go laugh, shook back his clothes all around.
>
> Mr. Bojangles,
> Mr. Bojangles,
> Dance. Yeah, Dance!
>
> He danced for those at minstrel shows and
county fairs throughout the South.
> He spoke with tears of 15 years of how his
dog and him just travelled all about.
> His dog up and died, he up and died.
> And after 20 years he still grieves.
>
> Mr. Bojangles,
> Mr. Bojangles,
> Dance.
>
> He said, "I dance now at every chance at 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...
>
> Mr. Bojangles,
> Mr. Bojangles,
> Dance. Dance.
> Mr. Bojangles, dance.
>
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> Albert Einstein: "Although I am a typical
loner in daily life, my consciousness of
belonging to the invisible community of those
who strive for truth, beauty and justice has
preserved me from feeling isolated."
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