Michelle Shocked - Art blakey's Jazz Messengers

DAT DERE....textinn minnir mig óneitanlega á Rakel mína Karítas. Sú stutta er ansi orkumikil og spyr stanslaust.
Átti einu sinni þetta lag á einhverju teipi sem Erica gaf mér...týnt
...við Hrefna Rós hlustuðum nokkuð mikið á Dat Dere og minnir mig einning á hana á þessum mikla spurnigarflaumsaldri
hustuðum á - Dat Dere - með Rickie Lee Jones, en ekki eins og hér með Art blakey's Jazz Messengers
...síðan var hlustað á WHEN I GROW með Micelle Shocked...
...en Hrós var nokkuð rólegri þó spurningarnar dyndu yfir mann – samræðu kona HrefnaRós
...en ekki kappræðu kona eins og litla yndislega bróðurdóttir mín hún Rakel


WHEN I GROW - Micelle Shocked

When I grow up I want to be an old woman
When I grow up I want to be an old woman
Oh, an o-o-o-o-old, an old, old woman

Then I think I'm gonna find myself an old man
Then I think I'm gonna marry myself that old man
An old, an old, an old, an old, a really old man

We're gonna have a hundred and twenty babies
A hundred and five, ten, fifteen, twenty babies
Uh huh, that's what I said a hundred and twenty babies

We'll raise 'em on tiger's milk and green bananas
Mangoes and coconuts and watermelon
We're gonna give 'em that watermelon when they starts yellin'

Here's what they'll yell...

In the summer we'll sit in a field and watch the sun melt
In the winter we'll sit by a fire and watch the moon freeze
Me my old man and a hundred and twenty babies
Me my old man and a hundred and twenty babies
I said, me my old man and a hundred and twenty babies
Oh, when I grow up I want to be an old woman
When I grow up I want to be an oooooold...

ég fíla alltaf þetta lag en fyrir mér var það krúttó en ekki neinn uppreysnarfílingur eins og í myndbandinu...ÉG VEIT EKKI ALVEG HVAÐ MÉR FINNST UM það...tók það út þar sem það var ekki lengur fáanlegt á you tube

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DAT DERE...Flott með Art blakey's Jazz Messengers



Dat Dere

Hey mama, what's that there?
And what's that doing there?
Hey mama, up here! Mama, hey look at that over there!
And what's that doing there?
And where're they going there?
And mummy can I have that big elephant over there?

Who's that in my chair?
And what's he doing there?
Mummy, up here!
Mummy, can I go over there?
Hey mummy, what is square?
And where do we get air?
And mummy can I have that big elephant over there?

Quit talking!
There's no more anything here!
Forever to manage to know who and why and where!
Quit that, child!
Sometimes the questions get filed!
And mummy can I have that big elehpant over there?

Don't wanna comb my hair
And where's my teddy bear?
Mummy, up here!
Look at the cowboy coming there!
And can I have a pair
Of boots like that to wear?
And mummy can I have that big elephant over there?

Time will march
Days will go
And little baby's going to grow
I gotta tell her what she needs to know
I'll help her along
And she'll be strong
And she'll know right from wrong

As life's parade goes marching by
She's gonna need to know some reasons why
I don't have all the answers
But I'll try the best as I can
I'll make him a man, that's right

'Cause you give the kid your best
And hope she passes the test
And I find it so hard I taught him well ***
Somewhere though she's going I betting I never will forget ***
Mummy, can I have that big elephant over there?

Hey why they do that there?
And how you put that there?
Hey mummy, up here! Hey mummy, what that say up there?
Hey mummy, what is fair?
How come I have to share?
And mummy can I have that big elephant over there?