Friday, February 27, 2009

Spirit and Song

I drink red whiskey, 'an I don't like beer,
I don't like mutton, but I do like steer,
I will let you alone if you leave me be
But don't you get tough an' crawl on me.
I'll fight you now, at the drop of a hat,
You'll think you're sacked up with a scratchin' wild cat.
At rough ready mixin' I'm hard to outdo;
I'm a high lopin' cowboy, an' wild buckeroo.

We westerners are are a force to be reckoned with.
It's Friday again and time for some relaxation after facing the future of the nation and confronting hope. It's been a rough week. We need a break. Enjoy the weekend!
And if you need your stallion saddled ... let me know. I'm free.
Hand me my guitar. The old Gibson. I feel like singing King of the Blues.


Blogger Tseka said...

Exactly my mood. I wandered by the cafe for some simple libations. The moon over Venus has me by the hand and is guiding me into a beautiful night.

It's still twilight here, an alpen glow full of reds, but Venus will be showing up shortly.

(ps that song really makes me think of the old west for sure catches the spirit)

27/2/09 5:57 PM  
Blogger jm said...

The song is amazing. I know how hard it is to capture feeling in lyrics and this tune does it. First two lines are perfection. I can't explain it. The universal expression of poetry and melody is a thing to behold.

Simple libations. Heheh. I had a simple rasperry tea infusion the other day and it was wonderful.

Interesting ... libation means pouring out as an offering. That Venus sure knows how to get it out of us.

27/2/09 6:19 PM  
Blogger jm said...

For example...

I drink red whiskey, 'an I don't like beer,
I don't like mutton, but I do like steer

In the first line he says "I don't like" and then the second starts with "I don't like" then goes to "but I do like." That gives it the good rhythm. Great rhythm. I find that I do good things lyrically unconsciously, and that's probably the case with the others. This guy certainly didn't have a degree in creative writing ot English Lit! So fascinating.

You'll think you're sacked up with a scratchin' wild cat.

Fabulous. Great line rhythmically. Goes so easily into song. Our Blues masters were unbelievably good at this. Warms my cockles.

27/2/09 6:37 PM  
Blogger Tseka said...

And you can have a whiskey scratchy voice and it all works together.

27/2/09 6:51 PM  
Blogger jm said...

It's amazing. All this yakking going on and when a voice starts singing, it captures attention immediately. But then it strays again. Attention is a hard one to direct. What makes something riveting?

Movies keep the attention but after I'm released I wonder if it was worth it to give up choice and mobility for a couple of hours, letting motion be dictated.

27/2/09 7:09 PM  
Anonymous duCan said...

never been tied to no apron strings,
I ain't no devil, but I got no wings.
At uh dodgin' the ladies, I'm hard to outdo;
I'm a high-lopin' cowboy, an' a wild buckeroo.

More talk about apron Strings. (LOL)
Great choice JM. I can smell the campfire.

27/2/09 7:17 PM  
Blogger Tseka said...

hahaha cutt'n them apron strings!

27/2/09 7:27 PM  
Blogger jm said...

HA HA!!!! You found it!! How funny DuCan. You are a card. A wild one. Or a joker!

I been ridin' fer cattle the most of my life
I ain't got no family, I ain't got no wife
I ain't got no kitch, I ain't got no kin
I allus will finish what ere I begin

For singin' to cattle I'm hard to outdo
I'm a high-lopin' cowboy, an' a wild buckaroo

27/2/09 7:31 PM  
Blogger jm said...

Here's a good one ...

Now Mr. Boomer Johnson was a gettin' old in spots
But you don't expect a bad man to go wrestlin' pans and pots
But he'd done his share of killin' and his draw was gettin' slow
So he quits punchin' cattle and starts punchin' dough

Our foreman up and hires him, figurin' age rode him tame
But a snake don't get no sweeter just by changin' of its name
Well, Old Boomer knowed his business, he could cook to make you smile
But say, he wrangled fodder in a most peculiar style

What syle? Later ...

Our great USA!

27/2/09 7:36 PM  
Blogger Tseka said...

Ha Ha Ha...wrangling fodder eh? Mighty interesting.

27/2/09 7:50 PM  
Blogger jm said...

He built his doughnuts solid, and it would sure curl your hair
To see him plug a doughnut as he tossed it in the air
He bored the holes plumb center every time his pistol spoke
Till the can was full of doughnuts and the shack was full of smoke

Sounds like quite a table! I'm so proud of my West. I wish I could shoot and write songs that good.

27/2/09 7:55 PM  
Blogger m.p.k said...

It's Blonde on Blonde for me tonight and a bottle of Hop Trip ale from Deschutes brewery...

27/2/09 10:27 PM  
Blogger jm said...

Celebration time. Good choices.

27/2/09 10:54 PM  
Blogger jm said...

figurin' age rode him tame

I loooove that line.

28/2/09 12:42 AM  
Blogger PSW said...

Let me eat when I'm hungry
Let me drink when I'm dry
Two dollars when I'm hard up
Religion when I die
The whole world is a bottle
And life is but a dram
When the bottle gets empty
Lord, it sure ain't worth a damn

28/2/09 6:21 PM  

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