Hey, I learned something new

If this works, here is my cover of St. James Infirmary available in iTunes on my CD Gypsy Soul; another great use to Grooveshark.com

Hey Mr Tangerine Man

So recently my video Mr. Tangerine Man got a spike in views when the New York on-line blog tagged this picture "Angelo Mozilo Charged With Fraud" with "The Tangerine Man" Hey here's hoping he's in the news a lot. Now I'm waiting to be parodied on my parody. HA.




Hey Mr. Tangerine Man (a parody by Dave Schipper © 2006 Rose Riversongs


Chorus:
Hey! Mr. Tangerine Man, place some hair on me,
I'm not sleepy, won’t you walk across my bladder.
Hey! Mr. Tangerine Man, place some hair on me,
In the early mornin’ please yowl a little louder

Though I know your evenin's venture
has returned mouse in mouth
Dropped neatly on the couch,
Left me blindly here to stand at the brink of gagging.
Your weariness amazes me,
You’re sleeping in a heep,
Baked in the sun shine heat
And your little head too dead for dreaming.


Now take this catnip for your
magic swirlin' trip,
Your senses will be slipped, your paws won't feel to grip,
Your tail will attack, daring you to be pouncing
You’re ready to go outside,
Your ready to come in
To go out, to come in, to go out and come in
And then back out again.

Chorus.

Though I see you runnin', spinnin', jumpin'
madly across the room,
It’s not away from anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
But it’s from the invisible foes your facin'.
Yes to dance beneath the human
is not against your pride
When there Kitty treats involved, or chunks of cheese not small
You think, there’s finally a use for him after all.

Chorus.


note... parodies are 100% legal to cover and this one is really about our cat Toby.... plus all the other ones we've had. Parodies should really spoof the original, and I dare you to find Dylan's and look... these are good lines that fit his really well. Thank you Bob. Job well done, now I know what your were writing about.... here's an updated video with a few new clips of Toby.

Diamonds on her shoes

Diamonds on her Shoes... and this is not Paul Simon's song. This isn't even the version I put on my CD Gypsy Soul by Dave Zeman (found only on iTunes).... this is the original way I wrote the song. I had a pair of shoes that had a single silver diamond on it, and it turned into a prostitute story. Lot Lizards were part of a conversation the night or two before and I read this horrific blog about murder. It just sort of cried out for my best Tom Waits material. The cd song is more of a gypsy dance tune, I enjoy both.

The lyrics are posted on the Gypsy Soul blog.

Introducing Nichola Maria O'Donnell

Let me introduce you to a lady who has to be an angel, Nichola Maria O'Donnell. Again, I don't remember how I ran into her in the MySpace world, but I did and soon she was a subscriber to my blog. (Yes after 500 posts in MySpace I can proudly talk about 100+ subscribers) Well she stopped by once in a while, and the few blogs she posted, I made sure I read. Then one night she posted herself singing on a video. Oh I could hear that Irish brogue even in a pop / folk original. I commented, if she ever wanted to add a voice to my Flowers of the Forest, I would love to get her the music file. Time past, and I got a sorry I never got back to you comment, sure send a file. Then I proceeded to forget about it for a couple months... then poof a mp3 arrived in my inbox. It was that song, and the timing of a few snow storms that got me to actually take a plunge into posting my music in iTunes.... ok enough of me.

Nichola has not posted much about her history and background, but she has a sister who looks a lot like her. Here's a rare time she shared something about herself in a blog back in Jan 2008... (I just copied it tonight, it's not like I save everything she writes... HA)

I often get in trouble with my friends back in Ireland for not having pictures of my children with me at any given moment. I joke and say I don't need pictures because I carry them in my heart. Then my friends gag and we all laugh but secretly they all know its the truth. My children are my greatest joy in life. They are wonderful, wise, wickedly funny and so beautiful. I am unabashedly in love with them. I've just been looking at pictures (I do have them) of the 11+ years I have been a Mother and it has lifted my spirit so high. What a wonderful gift my children are. I have learned more from my children than I have ever taught them. They are more patient with me than I have been with them. They love me unconditionally. They still think I'm funny and cool. So Sarah, Elaina and Ronan you are my greatest inspiration and consolation. Thank you for chosing me to be your Mother. I hope I can live up to the role.
(This moment was brought to you courtesy of my old computer which I am trying to download pictures off. I've been at it for months and the stupid piece of s@t will not relinquish my photos... I am having a heated debate with a piece of plastic and a heap of wires... cussing like a sailor and spitting venom I stare at the captured images... and there they are... my babies smiling, laughing, crying, wearing costumes and pajamas, looking at me with their beautiful eyes. I melt into giggles. I will tackle this tomorrow. I will ask the angels of computers and new fangled doohickeys to smile on me.)

And here is my favorite song that she has available on iTunes: