It’s Saturday evening and I am home alone (well not literally, there are a few other people in the house but I am alone\u00a0for all intents and purposes). I could dress up, hop in the car and do what? Roam the city? I can’t be\u00a0 bothered. I think such things should be done in pairs (in company).
\nSo I think I will re-visit a path I have thread before since I am feeling blue.
\nI love all genres of music, and songs from all ages. But\u00a0the oldies have a certain special place in my heart.\u00a0And even narrowing that down further would be the\u00a0category of songs that are called by various\u00a0names including “tragic love songs” and “teenage tragedy songs”.\u00a0I am including the lyrics of\u00a0one of my all-time\u00a0favorites below – “Tell Laura I love her”. I believe I heard this song first on some lonely day back when I was in the boarding house during my secondary school days.
\nTo counter the “blues” effect, I am also including the lyrics of a song “Jambalaya” I first heard\/learnt at a YMCA camp a very long time ago when I was little (Nigeria was different then). Jambalaya is one of those folksongs you sing in company at any time – the more the merrier!<\/p>\n
Tell Laura I lover her<\/strong><\/p>\n Laura and Tommy were lovers Jambalaya<\/strong><\/p>\n Goodbye Joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and filet gumbo Thibodaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin’ Jambalaya, and a crawfish pie, and filet gumbo Settle down, far from town, get me a pirogue Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and filet gumbo It’s Saturday evening and I am home alone (well not literally, there are a few other people in the house but I am alone\u00a0for all intents and purposes). I could dress up, hop in the car and do what? Roam … Continue reading
\n\u00a0He wanted to give her everything
\n\u00a0Flowers, presents, but most of all, a wedding ring
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\nHe saw a sign for a stock car race
\n\u00a0A thousand dollar prize it read
\n\u00a0He couldn’t get Laura on the phone
\n\u00a0So to her mother, Tommy said
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\nTell Laura I love her
\n\u00a0Tell Laura I need her
\n\u00a0Tell Laura I may be late
\n\u00a0I’ve something to do, that cannot wait
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\n\u00a0He drove his car to the racing grounds
\n\u00a0He was the youngest driver there
\n\u00a0The crowed roared as they started the race
\n\u00a0Around the track they drove at a deadly pace
\n\u00a0
\nNo one knows what happened that day
\n\u00a0Or how his car overturned in flames
\n\u00a0But as they pulled him from the twisted wreck
\n\u00a0With his dying breath, they heard him say
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\nTell Laura I love her
\n\u00a0Tell Laura I need her
\n\u00a0Tell Laura not to cry
\n\u00a0My love for her will never die
\n\u00a0
\nNow in the chapel where Laura prays
\nFor her poor Tommy, who passed away
\n\u00a0It was just for Laura he lived and died
\n\u00a0Alone in the chapel she can hear him cry\u00a0<\/p>\n
\nMe gotta go, ole the pirogue, down the bayou
\nOh my John, the sweetest one, me oh my oh
\nSon of a gun, we’ll have big fun, on the bayou<\/p>\n
\n’cause tonight, I’m gonna meet, ma cher amio
\nPick guitar, fill fruit jar, and be gay-o
\nSun of a gun, we’ll have big fun, on the bayou<\/p>\n
\nKinfolk come, to see my john, by the dozen
\nDress in style, go hog wild, me oh my oh
\nSun of a gun, we’ll have big fun, on the bayou<\/p>\n
\n’cause tonight, I’m gonna meet, ma cher amio
\nPick guitar, fill fruit jar, and be gay-o
\nSun of a gun, we’ll have big fun, on the bayou<\/p>\n
\nAnd I’ll catch, all my fish, in the bayou
\nSwap my mon, to buy my John, what he need-o
\nSon of a gun, we’ll have big fun, on the bayou<\/p>\n
\n’cause tonight, I’m gonna meet, ma cher amio
\nPick guitar, fill fruit jar, and be gay-o
\nSun of a gun, we’ll have big fun, on the bayou<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"