Hi Marsha, I never met Don van Vliet, i am just a fan of his music and paintings; from what i gather he will not answer the door - probably best chance of contact would be indirectly through his art agent.
I sent you other of his lyrics before when you put up poetry. -KO 2009/1/10 MarshaV <[email protected]>: > > 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]> >> > >> > >> > 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. >> > >> > >> > >> > >> > >> > >> > >> > >> > >> > . >> > . >> > 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." >> > . >> > . >> > . >> > Moq_Discuss mailing list >> > Listinfo, Unsubscribing etc. >> > http://lists.moqtalk.org/listinfo.cgi/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org >> > Archives: >> > http://lists.moqtalk.org/pipermail/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org/ >> > http://moq.org.uk/pipermail/moq_discuss_archive/ >> Moq_Discuss mailing list >> Listinfo, Unsubscribing etc. >> http://lists.moqtalk.org/listinfo.cgi/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org >> Archives: >> http://lists.moqtalk.org/pipermail/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org/ >> http://moq.org.uk/pipermail/moq_discuss_archive/ > > . > . > 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." > . > . > . > Moq_Discuss mailing list > Listinfo, Unsubscribing etc. > http://lists.moqtalk.org/listinfo.cgi/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org > Archives: > http://lists.moqtalk.org/pipermail/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org/ > http://moq.org.uk/pipermail/moq_discuss_archive/ > Moq_Discuss mailing list Listinfo, Unsubscribing etc. http://lists.moqtalk.org/listinfo.cgi/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org Archives: http://lists.moqtalk.org/pipermail/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org/ http://moq.org.uk/pipermail/moq_discuss_archive/
