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Day-O (The Banana Boat Song)

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Day-O_(The_Banana_Boat_Song)

"Day-O (The Banana Boat Song)" is a traditional Jamaican mento folk song, the best-known version of which was sung by Harry Belafonte. Despite the song's mento influences, "Day-O (The Banana Boat Song)" is widely known as an example of calypso music. It is a work song, from the point of view of dock workers working the night shift loading bananas onto ships. Daylight has come, the shift is over and they want their work to be counted up so that they can go home.

Origins

The song was originally a Jamaican folk song. Its popular version was adapted by Barbadian Irving Burgie.[1] It was thought to be sung by Jamaican banana workers, with a repeated melody and refrain (call and response), with each set lyric there would be a response from the workers but with many different sets of lyrics, some possibly improvised on the spot. The first recorded version was done by Trinidadian singer Edric Connor and his band "Edric Connor and the Caribbeans" in 1952, on the album Songs From Jamaica; the song was called "Day Dah Light".[2] Belafonte based his version on Edric Connor's 1952 and Louise Bennett's 1954 recordings. In 1955, singer/songwriters Irving Burgie and William Attaway wrote a version of the lyrics for the Colgate Comedy Hour in which the song was performed by Harry Belafonte.[4] This is the version that is by far the best known to listeners today, as it reached number five on the Billboard charts in 1957 and later became Belafonte's signature song. Side two of Harry Belafonte's 1956 Calypso album opens with "Star O", a song referring to the day shift ending with the first star seen in the sky. Also in 1956, folk singer Bob Gibson, who had travelled to Jamaica and heard the song, taught his version of it to the folk band The Tarriers. They recorded a version of that song that mixed in the chorus of another Jamaican folk song, "Hill and Gully Rider", and released it, spawning what became their biggest hit. It outdid Belafonte's original on the pop charts, reaching number four. This version was re-recorded by Shirley Bassey in 1957, and became a hit in the United Kingdom.[5] The Tarriers, or some subset of the three members of the group (Erik Darling, Bob Carey and Alan Arkin) are sometimes credited as the writers of the song, perhaps because their version of the song, which mixed in another song, was an original creation.

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Edric Connor - ''Day Dah Light'' (1952 First Recording)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qDf2tUyY5jw&hd=1

Louise Bennett - ''Day Dah Light'' (1954)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q6R6m1ApuhI&hd=1

DAY OH; Linstead Market - The Wigglers 1956

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lDqe3iYkUuU&hd=1

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Banana Boat Song (Day-O) - Harry Belafonte 1956

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A9P6mD0X6I4&hd=1

Day-o, Day-ay-ay-o
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Day, me say day, me say day, me say day
Me say day, me say day-ay-ay-o
Daylight come and me wan' go home

Work all night on a drink a' rum
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Stack banana till the mornin' come
Daylight come and me wan' go home

Come, Mister tally man, tally me banana
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Come, Mister tally man, tally me banana
Daylight come and me wan' go home

It's six foot, seven foot, eight foot BUNCH!
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Six foot, seven foot, eight foot BUNCH!
Daylight come and me wan' go home

Day, me say day-ay-ay-o
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Day, me say day, me say day, me say day...
Daylight come and me wan' go home

A beautiful bunch a' ripe banana
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Hide the deadly black tarantula
Daylight come and me wan' go home

It's six foot, seven foot, eight foot BUNCH!
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Six foot, seven foot, eight foot BUNCH!
Daylight come and me wan' go home

Day, me say day-ay-ay-o
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Day, me say day, me say day, me say day...
Daylight come and me wan' go home

Come, Mister tally man, tally me banana
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Come, Mister tally man, tally me banana
Daylight come and me wan' go home

Day-o, day-ay-ay-o
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Day, me say day, me say day, me say day
Me say day, me say day-ay-ay-o
Daylight come and me wan' go home

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The Tarriers "Day-O" "Banana Boat Song" 1956

Studio Version:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k8ghkXv-fpY&hd=1

Movie Version:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=il2bIT2gk10&hd=1

Sarah Vaughan - The Banana Boat Song 1956

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nck2vcQyT-I&hd=1

Shirley Bassey - Banana Boat Song 1957

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m1X-lK0TISU&hd=1

Day-o, day-o
Day de light
And I wanna go home
Day-o, day-o
Day de light
And I wanna go home

Well, I load the
Banana boat all night long
Day de light and
I wanna go home

Hey, all of the work men
Sing this song
Day de light and
I wanna go home

Chorus:
Hilly and gully rider
Hill and gully
Hilly and gully rider
Hill and gully
Hilly and gully rider
Hill and gully

Well, I sleep by sun
And I work by moon
Day de light and
I wanna go home

I going to tell you
When I get some money
Gonna quit so soon
Day de light and
I wanna go home

Chorus:
Day-o, day-o
Day de light
And I wanna go home
Day-o, day-o
Day de light
And I wanna go home

Well, I pack up all my things
And I'll go to sea
Day de light and
I wanna go home

Oh, den de bananas
See the last of me
Day de light and
I wanna go home

Day-o, day-o
Day de light
And I wanna go home
Day-o, day-o
Day de light
And I wanna go home

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I remember quite clearly now
When the story happened
The autumn leaves were floating
And measured down to the ground
They¡¦re covering the lake
Where we used to swim like children
And the sun would dare to shine
That time we used to be happy
Well I thought we were
But the truth was that you had been
Longing to leave me
Not daring to tell me
On that precious night
Watching the lake
Vaguely conscious
You said our story was ending

Now I¡¦m standing here
No one to wipe away my tears
No one to keep me warm
And no one to walk along with
No one to make me feel
No one to make me hope
Oh what am I to do?

I¡¦m standing here alone
It doesn¡¦t seem so clear to me
What am I supposed to do
About this burning heart of mine?
Oh what am I to do?
Oh how should I react?
Oh tell me please

(Speech)

The rain was killing the last days of summer
You had been killing my last breath of love
Since long time ago
I still don¡¦t think I¡¦m gonna make it through another love story
You took it all away from me
And there I stand
I knew I was gonna be the one left behind
But still I¡¦m watching the lake vaguely conscious and I know my life is ending

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­ì©«¥Ñ LouisLee ©ó 4-7-2012 22:00 µoªí 720p °ª²Mª©:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RKuU8c-ekes&hd=1»ô¿Ý¤£½×°Û¥\»P·P±¡³£«Y¤@µ¥¤@!!!

Thank you for the HD version. A beautiful song in the mid-80s.

LouisLee

Vincent - Don McLean 1971

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PsxfvwuCqxo&hd=1

Vincent - Julie Andrews 1972 Live

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TzUkvb_BUpE&hd=1

Vincent - »ô¿Ý

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9JKIE_kvp6A&hd=1

Starry
starry night
paint your palette blue and grey

look out on a summer's day
with eyes that know the
darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills
sketch the trees and the daffodils

catch the breeze and the winter chills

in colors on the snowy linen land.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me

how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they did not know how

perhaps they'll listen now.

Starry
starry night
flaming flo'rs that brightly blaze

swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in
Vincent's eyes of China blue.
Colors changing hue
morning fields of amber grain

weathered faces lined in pain
are soothed beneath the artist's
loving hand.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me

how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
perhaps they'll listen now.

For they could not love you
but still your love was true

and when no hope was left in sight on that starry
starry night.
You took your life
as lovers often do;
But I could have told you
Vincent
this world was never
meant for one
as beautiful as you.

Starry
starry night
portraits hung in empty halls

frameless heads on nameless walls
with eyes
that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the stranger that you've met

the ragged men in ragged clothes

the silver thorn of bloddy rose
lie crushed and broken
on the virgin snow.
And now I think I know what you tried to say to me

how you suffered for your sanity

how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they're not
list'ning still
perhaps they never will.

»ô¿Ý´NºâĹ­ø¨ì Don McLean ³£ªÖ©w¬ä§C Julie Andrews !!!

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House of the rising sun

Songwriters: LEANDROS, LEO / FLOR, ARNO / PRICE, ALAN

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of many a poor girl
Me, oh God, I'm one

My mother was a tailor
She sewed these new bluejeans
My sweetheart was a gambler
Way down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk

He¡¦d fill his glasses up to the brim
And he¡¦d pass the cards around
And the only pleasure he gets out of life
Is rambling from town to town

Go and tell my baby sister
Not to do what I have done
Go and shun that house
Down in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun

Well, I got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

(guitar solo)

I¡¦m going back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
I¡¦m going back to spend my life
Beneath the Rising Sun

There is a house down in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl
Me, oh God, I¡¦m one

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LouisLee

House Of The Rising Sun - Tom Clarence Ashley & Gwen Foster (1933)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=147kS8O59Qs&hd=1

House of The Rising Sun - Libby Holman 1940s

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C4ZGrlO7JU4&hd=1

House of The Rising Sun - Leadbelly 1948

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ahSJzGm-HWg&hd=1

Kendama

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Dust in the wind 1977- Kansas

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I close my eyes
only for a moment
and the moments gone
all my dreams
pass before my eyes in curiosity
dust in the wind,
all they are is dust in the wind

Same old song,
just a drop of water
in an endless sea
all we do,
crumbles to the ground
though we refuse to see
dust in the wind,
all we are is dust in the wind

Don't hang on
nothing lasts forever
but the earth and sky
it slips away
and all your money,
won't another minute buy

Dust in the wind
all we are is dust in the wind
dust in the wind
everything is dust in the wind
dust in the wind

¥t¤@­Ó¦n¥¿ªºµ²¥LªO¥» ...

LouisLee

ªL¤l²» Ãö¥¿³Ç - folk songs medley

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=slLiDs4jgXA&hd=1

 

 

 

Devoted to you

Darlin' you can count on me
Till the sun dries up the sea
Until then I'll always be devoted to you

I'll be yours through endless time
I'll adore your charms sublime
Guess by now you know that I'm devoted to you

I'll never hurt you, I'll never lie
I'll never be untrue
I'll never give you reason to cry
I'd be unhappy if you were blue

If I fell

If I fell in love with you
could you promise to be true
And help me understand

'Cause I've been in love before
And I've found that love is more
That just holding hands

If I gave my heart to you
I must be sure from the very start
that you would love me more than her

If I trust in you, oh please
don't run and hide,
if I love you too, oh please
don't hurt my pride like her
'Cause I couldn't stand the pain
And I would be sad
If our new love was in vain




All I Need Is You

Sometimes when I'm down and alone
I feel just like a child with out a home
The love you give me keeps me hangin' on, honey
All I ever need is you

Your my first love, your my last
Your my future, your my past
Ohhh loving you is all I ask, honey
All I ever need is you

Winters come and they go
And we watch the melting snow
Sure summer follows spring, all the things you do
Give me a reason to build my world around you

My Fair Share

Lost, lost as a child's first thought
I must have arms to hold me
Lost without love and care
I must have my fair share

There, there is a changing word
But here is an honored promise
Justice if you're still there
I will have my fair share

Justice is a lady
Lay me down with justice in a long white gown
With a breath of love, we can share

Share, sleep with me if you dare
Celebrate my fair share

Ebony And Ivory

Ebony And Ivory Live Together In Perfect Harmony
Side By Side On My Piano Keyboard, Oh Lord, Why Don't We?

Ebony And Ivory Live Together In Perfect Harmony
Side By Side On My Piano Keyboard, Oh Lord Why Don't We?

Kendama

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Kendama

»ô¿Ý - The Wayfaring Stranger

The Wayfaring Stranger

I am just a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling thru this world of woe
And there's no sickness no toil no danger
In that fair land to which I go

I'm going there to see my Mother
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Wondering thru this world of woe
And there's no sickness no toil on danger
In that bright land to which I go

I'm going there to see my father
He said he'd meet me when I come
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home

I'm going there to see my Mother
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home

I'm only going over home

Trace Adkins - Wayfaring Stranger

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At Seventeen - Rowena Cortes



At Seventeen
I learned the truth at seventeen

That love was meant for beauty queens
And high school girls with clear skinned smiles
Who married young and then retired
The valentines I never knew
The Friday night charades of youth
Were spent on one more beautiful
At seventeen I learned the truth...

And those of us with ravaged faces
Lacking in the social graces
Desperately remained at home
Inventing lovers on the phone
Who called to say "come dance with me"
And murmured vague obscenities
It isn't all it seems at seventeen...

A brown eyed girl in hand me downs
Whose name I never could pronounce
Said: "Pity please the ones who serve
They only get what they deserve"

The rich relationed hometown queen
Marries into what she needs
With a guarantee of company
And haven for the elderly...

So remember those who win the game
Lose the love they sought to gain
In debitures of quality and dubious integrity
Their small-town eyes will gape at you
In dull surprise when payment due
Exceeds accounts received at seventeen...

To those of us who knew the pain
Of valentines that never came
And those whose names were never called
When choosing sides for basketball
It was long ago and far away
the world was younger than today
when dreams were all they gave for free
to ugly duckling girls like me...

We all play the game, and when we dare
We cheat ourselves at solitaire
Inventing lovers on the phone
Repenting other lives unknown
That call and say: "Come dance with me"
And murmur vague obscenities
At ugly girls like me, at seventeen...

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