I have heard that song before Cinnamon. Great choice.

I think Jennifer likes some country music and sings some. Although I have asked her to never sing it in my presence, I might make an exception for a George Strait song. Then again if she were wearing a short black dress, I might not hear it anyway.

Someone just mentioned Limoncello to me. I have been meaning to try that, it sounds like a great summer drink and I am ready for a steak on the barbie and a drink, or four , or five.

I will leave you with a song about Tennessee Cinnamon. By the Austin Lounge Lizards.

(Hank Card)
Do not go to Tennessee
That is what my Daddy said
But I knew Daddy was a fool
I listened to myself instead
Do not go to Tennessee
'Cause it would be a big mistake
They will treat you like a dog
And never give you a fair shake
I was going out to Nashville; I was gonna be a star
I would have my name inlaid between the frets of my guitar
My videos would play on TNN and CMT
And the fans at Opryland would stand in line for me
And so I went to Tennessee
I was successful right away
I wrote a tune with Mr. Big
I got a deal with MCA
It was a Number One Hit Song
Although it took a week or two
Sometimes the wait seemed mighty long
Lord knows you've got to pay your dues
When I go back to Oklahoma
Everybody says, "Ooowee!"
Who would have thought a kid like that
Could be on nationwide tv?
I bought my Daddy a new home
Out on Lake of the Cherokee
He calls me on his mobile phone
To say he's glad I went to Tennessee

Greg where do you find these songs?

She drove a big ol' Lincoln with suicide doors
And a sewing machine in the back
And a light bulb that looked like an alligator egg
Was mounted up front on the hood

And she had an Easter bonnet that had been signed by Tennessee Ernie Ford
And she always had saw dust in her hair
And she cut two holes in the back of her dress
and she had these scapular wings
That were covered with feathers and electrical tape
And when she got good and drunk
She would sing about Elkheart, Indiana
Where the wind is strong and folks mind their own business

And she had at least a hundred old baseballs that she'd taken from kids
And she collected bones of all kinds
And she lived in a trailer under a bridge
And she made her own whiskey and gave cigarettes to kids
And she'd been struck by lightning seven or eight times
And she hated the mention of rain

And she made up her own language
And she wore rubber boots
And she could fix anything with string
And her lips were like cherries
And she was stronger than any man
And she smelled like gasoline and Rootbeer Fizz
And she put mud on a bee sting I got at the creek
And she gave me my very first kiss
And she gave me my very first kiss

Talking 'bout my little Kathleen
She's just a fine young thing
Someday she'll wear my ring
My little Kathleen

Here is one you might not know so well.

JJ

That is an unusual song JJ but only Tom Waits writes like that but nice try lol.

We have not delved into blues much yet, some JJ Cale....

If I'm standing in a crowd, call my name, call it loud
Don't go to strangers, woman, call on me
Wave your arms in the air, let me know that you're there
When in doubt, oh woman, call on me
Don't leave me here to rust, don't let me turn to dust
Oh, woman, when in doubt, call on me
If I'm standing in a crowd, call my name, call it loud
Don't go to strangers, woman, call on me

Yesterday I began some preliminary sketches for a statue and would like to thank Kelly and JJ for their assistance as models. Jennifer is out of town for the weekend so I am holding off on working on the face and other pertinent areas for which she is the inspiration. Today I meet with Diane (past AA member) who has the correct height and frame for the design.  With JJ's help we will do the statue in clay then it will be turned over to a friend who uses the lost wax process. The final product will be bronze.

The statue is going to be at the center of a garden with six brick paths projecting outward, it will be visible as you start down any path so every angle is important. My other thought was to have it beneath a trellis or arbor but my client perferred this design.

In the meantime I have to get to work on a wedding arbor. I have done only a few of these in the past but they are fun short term projects.

Greg

I want to welcome the lovely Ivet to this forum. Rarely have I been so impressed with anyones openness and charm as I was in our half hour chat.

A very pretty song from a remarkable women.

Greg

hello everyone..im ivet and its nice to meet you all..this is my favorite song lately..has beautiful words " />

Hi Ivet and welcome to Words. Great song!!!!!

Just be careful with Greg, he is a bit of a charmer. This is fair warning to guard your heart

JJ (Sweet Jane to some)

Ivet here is the old Irish song I was trying to describe to you earlier:

Kelly and JJ have both had the misfortune to hear me sing it.

GRACE

As we gather in the chapel here in old Kilmainham Jail
I think about these past few weeks, oh will they say we've failed?
From our school days they have told us we must yearn for liberty
Yet all I want in this dark place is to have you here with me

Oh Grace just hold me in your arms and let this moment linger
They'll take me out at dawn and I will die
With all my love I place this wedding ring upon your finger
There won't be time to share our love for we must say goodbye

Now I know it's hard for you my love to ever understand
The love I bare for these brave men, the love for my dear land
But when Pádraic called me to his side down in the GPO
I had to leave my own sick bed, to him I had to go

Oh, Grace just hold me in your arms and let this moment linger
They'll take me out at dawn and I will die
With all my love I'll place this wedding ring upon your finger
There won't be time to share our love for we must say goodbye

Now as the dawn is breaking, my heart is breaking too
On this May morn as I walk out, my thoughts will be of you
And I'll write some words upon the wall so everyone will know
I loved so much that I could see his blood upon the rose.

Oh, Grace just hold me in your arms and let this moment linger
They'll take me out at dawn and I will die
With all my love I'll place this wedding ring upon your finger
There won't be time to share our love for we must say goodbye
For we must say goodbye

by
Frank and Sean O'Meara

Ivet you do not want Greg singing that song to you ever. It is so beautiful and so sad, I cannot see the words without crying.

What makes it so sad is the fact it is a true story.

Here is something more cheerful:

Finnegan's Wake

Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin' Street
A gentleman, Irish, mighty odd;
He had a brogue both rich and sweet
And to rise in the world he carried a hod.
     Now Tim had a sort of the tipplin' way
     With a love of the whiskey he was born
     And to help him on with his work each day
     He'd a "drop of the cray-thur" every  morn.

cho  Whack fol the darn O, dance to your partner
     Whirl the floor, your trotters shake;
     Wasn't it the truth I told you
     Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!

One mornin' Tim was feelin' full
His head was heavy which made him shake;
He fell from the ladder and broke his skull
And they carried him home his corpse to wake.
     They rolled him up in a nice clean sheet
     And laid him out upon the bed,
     A gallon of whiskey at his feet
     And a barrel of porter at his head.

cho:

His friends assembled at the wake
And Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch,
First they brought in tay and cake
Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch.
     Biddy O'Brien began to bawl
     "Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see?
     "O Tim, mavourneen, why did you die?"
     Arragh, hold your gob said Paddy McGhee!

cho:

Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job
"O Biddy," says she, "You're wrong, I'm sure"
Biddy she gave her a belt in the gob
And left her sprawlin' on the floor.
     And then the war did soon engage
     'Twas woman to woman and man to man,
     Shillelagh law was all the rage
     And a row and a ruction soon began.

cho:

Then Mickey Maloney ducked his head
When a noggin of whiskey flew at him,
It missed, and falling on the bed
The liquor scattered over Tim!
     The corpse revives! See how he raises!
     Timothy rising from the bed,
     Says,"Whirl your whiskey around like blazes
     Thanum an Dhul! Do you thunk I'm dead?"

JJ

Ivet the only time I get to try to sing it is on St Patricks day and then a few drinks do not hurt, as well as a copy of the lyrics.

Standing on the corner, suitcase in my hand
Jack is in his corset, Jane is her vest
And me, I'm in a rock'n'roll band
Ridin'a Stutz Bearcat, Jim
You know, those were different times
Oh, all the poets, they studied rules of verse
And those ladies, they rolled their eyes
Sweet Jane, sweet Jane, sweet Jane

I'll tell you something, that Jack, he is a banker
And Jane, she is a clerk
And both of them save their monies
And when they come home from work
Ooh, sittin' down by the fire
Oh, the radio does play
The classical music, said Jim, the `March of the Wooden Soldiers`
All you protest kids, you can hear Jack say, get ready
Sweet Jane, come on, baby
Sweet Jane, sweet Jane

Some people, they like to go out dancing
Other peoples, they have to work
Just watch me now
And there's some evil mothers
Well they're gonna tell you that everything is just dirt
You know, that women never really faint
And that villains always blink their eyes
And that, you know, children are the only ones who blush
And that life is just to die
But anyone who ever had a heart
Oh, they wouldn't turn around and break it
And anyone who's ever played a part
Oh, they wouldn't turn around and hate it

Sweet Jane, sweet Jane, sweet Jane ...

Ivet Greg turned me on to Lou Reed, this has become my favorite song.

JJ

A classic  Sting

Roxanne lyrics

Roxanne
You don't have to put on the red light
Those days are over
You don't have to sell your body to the night

Roxanne
You don't have to wear that dress tonight
Walk the streets for money
You don't care if it's wrong or if it's right

Roxanne
You don't have to put on the red light

I loved you since I knew you
I wouldn't talk down to you
I have to tell you just how I feel
I won't share you with another boy
I know my mind is made up
So put away your make up
Told you once I won't tell you again
It's a bad way

Roxanne
You don't have to put on the red light
Roxanne
You don't have to put on the red light

Greg I am sending some pictures that might help with your statue. I should be around later.

JJ