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Thread #102940 Message #2092036
Posted By: Q (Frank Staplin)
01-Jul-07 - 10:23 PM
Thread Name: exploring the blues
Subject: RE: exploring the blues
dwditty said it. Blues is about feel. Don't know about all those musical terms, but "I knows it when I feel it."
If I feel tomorrow just like I feel today If I feel tomorrow just like I feel today If I feel tomorrow just like I feet today Gonna git on that katy train And make my get away.
Did you ever wake up and find your dough roller gone You wring your hands And cry the whole day long.
I dream about my baby every time I go to sleep Then the blues come creepin from my head down to my feet.
Feelin good-
He shakes my ashes, freezes my griddle, Churns my butter, strokes my pillow, My man is such a handy man.
He threads my needle, gleans my wheat, Heats my heater, chops my meat, My man is such a handy man.
He flaps my flapjack, cleans off my table, Leads the horses in my stable, My man is such a handy man.
Sometimes he's up before dawn, Workin' on my front lawn, My man is such a handy man.
(Victoria Spivy, 1928, Okeh 8615. Listen to "My Handy Man" and lots of other Spivey recordings on Red Hot Jazz-