[MD] Painting

[MarshaV]

Greetings KO,

I meant that I would like to meet him 
metaphorically.  I'm in monk-mode.  I enjoy 
poetry.  Van Vliet is delicious.  And you are 
correct to admire Krimel.  He is often brilliant.

Marsha



At 06:46 AM 1/10/2009, you wrote:
>Hi Marsha,
>
>I never met Don van Vliet, i am just a fan of his music and paintings;
>from what i gather he will not answer the door - probably best chance
>of contact would be indirectly through his art agent.
>
>I sent you other of his lyrics before when you put up poetry.
>
>-KO
>
>2009/1/10 MarshaV <marshalz at charter.net>:
> >
> > KO,
> >
> > I would like to meet Don van Vliet, and I'm curious about you for posting
> > it.  It is interesting.
> >
> >
> > Marsha
> >
> >
> > At 04:06 AM 1/9/2009, you wrote:
> >>
> >> Floppy Boot Stomp -Don van Vliet
> >>
> >>
> >> The floppy boot stomped down into the ground
> >> The farmer screamed 'n blew the sky off the mountains
> >> Eye sockets looked down on the chestbone mountains
> >> 'n the sun dropped down, 'n the moon ran off,
> >> His heels 'n elbows pale as chalk
> >> 'n all the comets collided 'n blew t' dust
> >> For fear they'd be seen.
> >> 'n the sky turned white in the middle of the night
> >> 'n the sky turned white in the middle of the night
> >> 'n the big floppy boot stomped down into the ground
> >> 'n the red violin took the bow
> >> to do the hoodoo hoe-down
> >> 'n the red violin took the bow
> >> for to do the hoodoo hoe-down
> >> The farmer jumped in ah circle 'n flung his chalk right down
> >> Do-si-do the devil sho' showed 'n he broke off his horns
> >> 'n fiddled him down the road
> >> through the fork
> >> 'n the farmer's floppy boot stomped down
> >> Red tail squirmin' and the hot leg kicked
> >> 'n the fire leaped 'n licked
> >> And when the boot came up, the fire went out
> >> And hell was just an ice cube melting off on the ground.
> >> And the bold caught down for to do the hoodoo hoedown
> >> And the bold caught down for to do the hoodoo, the devil hoedown
> >> To the fork, huddlin' in a hollow, standin' at the crossroads
> >> With that bunged-up bandaged broken bum that fell in the wrong circle
> >> He had a sole red tail ­ once went red, now was pale
> >> Fe Fi Fo Fum he was summoned up from hell
> >> Booted down a spell
> >> By a square-dancin' farmer
> >> By a square-dancin' farmer, well
> >> That old bum was sticking out his thumb
> >> When the farmer drew up, said
> >> "Listen son", and the horse compared his hooves.
> >> "If you fall into my circle again I'll tan your red hide
> >> And dance you on your tail, and pitch you from now to now
> >> Pitch you from now to now."
> >> And the hotlick kicked, and the fire leaped an' licked
> >> And the hotlick kicked and the fire just leaped an' licked
> >> And the hotlick kickin' an' the fire jus' leapin' an' lickin'
> >> And the fire leaped and licked.
> >>
> >> 2009/1/9 MarshaV <marshalz at charter.net>
> >> >
> >> >
> >> > I knew a man Bojangles and he'd dance for you in worn out shoes.
> >> > Silver hair, ragged shirt and baggy pants, that old soft shoe.
> >> > He'd jump so high, he'd jump so high, then he'd lightly touch down.
> >> >
> >> > Mr. Bojangles,
> >> > Mr. Bojangles,
> >> > Dance.
> >> >
> >> > I met him in a cell in New Orleans; I was down and out.
> >> > He looked to me to be the eyes of age as he spoke right out.
> >> > He talked of life, he talked of life, laughed and snapped his legs
> >> > still.
> >> >
> >> > Mr. Bojangles,
> >> > Mr. Bojangles,
> >> > Dance.
> >> >
> >> > He said the name's Bojangles and he danced a lick all across the cell.
> >> > He grabbed his pants for a better stance, oh he jumped so high and he
> >> > clicked up his heels.
> >> > He let go laugh, he let go laugh, shook back his clothes all around.
> >> >
> >> > Mr. Bojangles,
> >> > Mr. Bojangles,
> >> > Dance. Yeah, Dance!
> >> >
> >> > He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs throughout the
> >> > South.
> >> > He spoke with tears of 15 years of how his dog and him just travelled
> >> > all about.
> >> > His dog up and died, he up and died.
> >> > And after 20 years he still grieves.
> >> >
> >> > Mr. Bojangles,
> >> > Mr. Bojangles,
> >> > Dance.
> >> >
> >> > He said, "I dance now at every chance at honky-tonks for drinks and
> >> > tips.
> >> > But most the time I spend behind these county bars, 'cause I drinks a
> >> > bit."
> >> > He shook his head and as he shook his head, I heard someone ask him,
> >> > "Please...
> >> >
> >> > Mr. Bojangles,
> >> > Mr. Bojangles,
> >> > Dance. Dance.
> >> > Mr. Bojangles, dance.
> >> >
> >> >
> >> >
> >> >
> >> >
> >> >
> >> >
> >> >
> >> >
> >> > .
> >> > .
> >> > Albert Einstein:  "Although I am a typical loner in daily life, my
> >> > consciousness of belonging to the 
> invisible community of those who strive
> >> > for truth, beauty and justice has preserved me from feeling isolated."
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Albert Einstein:  "Although I am a typical loner 
in daily life, my consciousness of belonging to 
the invisible community of those who strive for 
truth, beauty and justice has preserved me from feeling isolated."
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