vendredi 10 juillet 2009
Eh-very Dog: The Song!
Remember the recent poem "eh-very dog has his day" which I said could be sung to the tune of "eh-very dog has his day"? Well, that's because it really was a song; I sang it a capella and extemporaneously directly into my mp3 recorder. When Ron heard it, he said, "I hear a tuba," and I heard an accordeon.
Last night, we worked out the complexity of chords and here it is with tuba AND accordion, "Eh-very Dog Has His Day". If anyone knows the origin of this perfect photograph, will you please let me know? I have the feeling it might be an album cover (gulp). Merci beaucoup! Woof!
Eh-very Dog Has His Day
how much can i take things for granted
how much can i piddle away
how often i say i am blessèd
before eh-very dog eh-very dog
eh-very dog has his day
i move in molecular motion
i'm going around and around
i'm singing à table for my supper
just like eh-very dog eh-very dog
eh-very dog on the ground
tiny toes tiny bones
tiny splinters in tiny souls
tiny eyes tiny tails
waking the master with slaughter
my tongue is so rigid
it finds all the crevasses
i wake in the water
i sing to the slaughter
i am just a dog, a poor lonely dog
i wander the world with my tail
'tween my legs and i rest
'til i can sing again
and i wake in the water
i dance on the moon
i sing for my supper
i don't take no orders
from any-one
i'm a dog for you
and a dog for me
i've got fleas and
lots of gangrene
i'm just a mangy old mutt on the line
singing for pieces of salty brine and
i know that i can't take it with me again
but i know that i might and i try anyway
how much can i take things for granted
how much can i piddle away
how often i say i am blessèd
before eh-very dog, eh-very dog,
eh-very dog has his day... yesss
eh-very dog has his day... yesss
every doggie every hound
every mealy mouthed chihuaha in town
and the poodles do beg
on their little hind legs
and i say it's a tiny
a tiny world again
tiny toes tiny bones
tiny splinters in tiny souls
tiny eyes tiny tails
i'm waking the master with slaughter
i move in molecular motion... ho ho
i'm going around and aroun... dah
i'm singing à table for my supper
i'm like eh-very dog, eh-very dog
eh-very dog on the groun... dah
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2 commentaires:
The tuba added a touch of Bertold Brecht! Wonderful melancholy edge to your voice - very enjoyable.
I've got fleas, too, dear mutt. This is a wonderful piece and your singing makes it even better.
xxoo
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