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Le Gitan Roux’s Juke Joint (reposted)
Down in the Louisiana bayous, there is a rundown shack,
where the gypsy lives, waaay, way in the back.
On this particular day she wanted to hear the blues
at the juke joint, get down and dirty with the tunes,
So she gets in her pole raft and goes downriver,
Where she knows that guitar player always delivers.
She is haughty and as Creole as it gets
and meaner than a rattle snake in its nest,
saucy and piquant will fight at the drop of a hat,
put a root or curse on you quick as that.
Tonight her favorite blues man is playing his guitar,
doesn’t want to be bothered, by the hound dogs at the bar,
all she wants to do is hear him strum the cords, and make them wail,
so she can get down and shake all the feathers in her tail.
Now here comes some hardhead that didn’t get the message,
She turns quick and says “ Looky hea don’t mess up my visage”
“Git ta movin eh, o my mojo I will flex!”
“I put on yu de moder of all hex!”
She turned back and listened to the blues man play,
back and forth to the music, she began to sway
in her mind, he’s playing just for her
and no one dared dispute the fact
so she danced by herself this way and that.
Many a man drools at the sexy scene,
but knew better than to cross the gypsy queen.
They might wake up looking like horny toads
or find a hungry swamp rat in their toilet bowl.
It was even said, that she could make rise, the dead.
Huh! Nobody was trying to find out,
if they were stories they're being spoon fed,
or was there fact somewhere about.
The music continued to flow and play
and she danced, until the break of day.
When she was done, turned to walk a way, looked back
and blew a kiss to the juke joint’s, blues man.
“Care to play for me cher? Ses bon mon amour,
Its good luver, de gitan luv ya good today eh?...
“com play wit me…, "Laissez Le Bon Temps Roulet"
And with that, she smiled and walked away,
back to her shack she sashayed and strolled;
What about the blues man you say? Who knows?
It depends on whether or not he followed her home.
To be continued...
Le Gitan Roux (Gypsy Red)
Nov.2011/June 2012
where the gypsy lives, waaay, way in the back.
On this particular day she wanted to hear the blues
at the juke joint, get down and dirty with the tunes,
So she gets in her pole raft and goes downriver,
Where she knows that guitar player always delivers.
She is haughty and as Creole as it gets
and meaner than a rattle snake in its nest,
saucy and piquant will fight at the drop of a hat,
put a root or curse on you quick as that.
Tonight her favorite blues man is playing his guitar,
doesn’t want to be bothered, by the hound dogs at the bar,
all she wants to do is hear him strum the cords, and make them wail,
so she can get down and shake all the feathers in her tail.
Now here comes some hardhead that didn’t get the message,
She turns quick and says “ Looky hea don’t mess up my visage”
“Git ta movin eh, o my mojo I will flex!”
“I put on yu de moder of all hex!”
She turned back and listened to the blues man play,
back and forth to the music, she began to sway
in her mind, he’s playing just for her
and no one dared dispute the fact
so she danced by herself this way and that.
Many a man drools at the sexy scene,
but knew better than to cross the gypsy queen.
They might wake up looking like horny toads
or find a hungry swamp rat in their toilet bowl.
It was even said, that she could make rise, the dead.
Huh! Nobody was trying to find out,
if they were stories they're being spoon fed,
or was there fact somewhere about.
The music continued to flow and play
and she danced, until the break of day.
When she was done, turned to walk a way, looked back
and blew a kiss to the juke joint’s, blues man.
“Care to play for me cher? Ses bon mon amour,
Its good luver, de gitan luv ya good today eh?...
“com play wit me…, "Laissez Le Bon Temps Roulet"
And with that, she smiled and walked away,
back to her shack she sashayed and strolled;
What about the blues man you say? Who knows?
It depends on whether or not he followed her home.
To be continued...
Le Gitan Roux (Gypsy Red)
Nov.2011/June 2012
Published 23rd Jun 2012
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23rd Jun 2012 6:30pm
Love, love the painting. This is home for me... growing up in north Louisiana, being in the juke joints and the local biker club as a barely teen.
The music, the raw, unfettered passion and sensuality I learned as I FELT the jazz, blues and the muddy delta blues music. AND the bump and grind of old school soul music.
You paint an exhilarating memory to life in this piece with your words!
The music, the raw, unfettered passion and sensuality I learned as I FELT the jazz, blues and the muddy delta blues music. AND the bump and grind of old school soul music.
You paint an exhilarating memory to life in this piece with your words!
23rd Jun 2012 7:22pm
Yes, I do understand what you mean by "feeling" the music, being creol myself I know exactly what you mean, there is an inherent passion not only in the music but the people, the food, the walk and the talk, but you would have to be from there or have been there a long time to understand. lol I am so glad to find kindred spirit and that I could evoke such good feelings and memories, Thank you
Gypsy red
Gypsy red
23rd Jun 2012 11:35pm
I love Lafayette, and have meandered through most of the state. I thrive exploring the local dives or an all day boucherie. Yes, the music, the food and the people...genuine and wasting not a moment as the laughter and love flow.
23rd Jun 2012 11:39pm
Although I have been through Lafayette more times than I can count, I have not had the pleasure of stopping to enjoy the local color might try it sometime...been too busy living up to my name, traipsing around the world instead.
Gypsy red
Gypsy red
23rd Jun 2012 11:43pm
24th Jun 2012 1:17am
24th Jun 2012 1:49pm
24th Jun 2012 3:25pm
at the hole in the wall
some of the best times will fall
right upon your lap
as if its a good time trap
because its only concerned with the moment
when fun is yours to own it
because there is everything 1 needs
good music wine & women....a good time indeed....
some of the best times will fall
right upon your lap
as if its a good time trap
because its only concerned with the moment
when fun is yours to own it
because there is everything 1 needs
good music wine & women....a good time indeed....
24th Jun 2012 3:28pm
Bravooo yes indeed my brother!! See all us southerners need get together and party sometime uuuooo weee, scary thought lolol
Gypsy red
Gypsy red
