Wednesday, 22 January 2014

Homage to James Taylor: Baby James Suite

POST #14
PARODY-LYRICS 
ORIGINAL SONG: "Sweet Baby James",  by James Taylor
PARODY COMPOSED: Giorgio Coniglio, September 2013.



BABY JAMES SUITE

(to the tune of "Sweet Baby James") 




A young lonely ranch-hand takes shape in James’ mind 
As he slows behind snow-ploughs, quick-naps at a Daze-Inn;
Then he steered through clear traffic, babe-nephew to christen,

And blew past green road-signs to North Carolin’.
  
While musing o’er hues in his faux-cowboy’s scarf
Far-off plays this tune which we all know as fine,
A choir, disembodied, seems mainly to laugh,
And he ponders, horse-powering across the state line
As the moon starts her upward incline.

Slow-down for road construction,
Day-dreaming beer and old flames.
Surgical blues aren’t the colors to choose -
We’re glad he must have stopped for caffeine:
Deep Greens/Blues; Art courtesy  RCH
His fans adore Sweet Baby James.

Now the Great Lakes on Monday were dreary with snow,
And so per my e-mails were D.C. and Boston;
Lord, their Dad’s prone to SAD by account of our offspring,
Most worklife behind me, a few winter months to go.

There’s an earworm that plays when I’m stuck in the sigh-way
 A sad song contrived on a drive by “JT”,
A song we’ll escape where old fogeys retire,
We’ll unsaddle that song and its two puzzling themes
When we take to our place near the sea.

So Ciao, frozen char from the Arctic
Hey there! fresh flounder and grits;
The earworm is shared by a work-friend named Shaun
Who helps shake me out of my sad fits:
We’re both great fans of Sweet Baby James.


Performing Notes




Enjoy chord-charts and lyrics for this parody-song at the Corktown Ukulele Jam songbook: 
Corktunes: Baby James Suite
To play the original song- Sweet Baby James, check out Corktunes, the songbook of the Corktown Ukulele Jam hereThe songbook has ukulele chord charts for over 400 songs. 

Intro:  Eb   Dm    F Bb

    Bb                   F                               Eb                          Dm 
A young lonely ranch-hand takes shape in James’ mind 
           Gm                  Eb                                   Bb              Dm
As he slows behind snow-ploughs, quick-naps at a Daze-Inn;
                Gm                                  Eb                   Bb                Dm
Then he steered through clear traffic, babe-nephew to christen,
        Eb                          Bb                   F                  Cm7   Fsus,F7


And blew past green road-signs to North Carolin’.
  
           Eb                                      F7                       Bb 
While musing o’er hues in his faux-cowboy’s scarf
       Gm                  Eb                       Bb                F        
Far-off plays this tune which we all know as fine,
    Eb                                            F7              Bb
A choir, disembodied, seems mainly to laugh,
              Gm                       Eb             Bb   
And he ponders, horse-powering across the state line
            C7sus                    C7             Fsus    F7  
As the moon starts her upward incline.

Bb                       Eb             F7    Bb           
Slow-down for road construction,
Gm                     Eb                    Bb
Day-dreaming beer and old flames.
Gm         Eb                          Bb                                            
Surgical blues aren’t the colors to choose -
                    C7sus               C7                      Fsus   F7   
We’re glad he must have stopped for caffeine:
       Eb               F7                    Bb      F7sus,Bb
His fans adore Sweet Baby James.


                Bb                       F                         Eb                Dm
Now the Great Lakes on Monday were dreary with snow,
        Gm             Eb                    Bb            Dm 

And so per my e-mails were D.C. and Boston;
                    Gm                     Eb              Bb                  Dm      
Lord, their Dad’s prone to SAD by account of our offspring,
           Eb                Bb              F                                     Cm7   Fsus, F7
Most worklife behind me, a few winter months to go.

                    Eb                                                 F7                  Bb
There’s an earworm that plays when I’m stuck in the sigh-way
    Gm                  Eb               Bb               F 
A sad song contrived on a drive by “JT”,
    Eb                                               F7             Bb      
A song we’ll escape where old fogeys retire,
               Gm               Eb                  Bb                         
We’ll unsaddle that song and its two puzzling themes
                  C7sus          C7                       Fsus    F7    
When we take to our place near the sea.

      Bb                  Eb                     F7  Bb 
So Ciao, frozen char from the Arctic
Gm                         Eb                    Bb
Hey there! fresh flounder and grits;
        Gm                Eb                  Bb                               
The earworm is shared by a work-friend named Shaun
                    C7sus              C7               Fsus,  F7  
Who helps shake me out of my sad fits:
                     Eb                    F7                  Bb       F7sus, Bb        
We’re both great fans of Sweet Baby James.




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