We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Was on the phone with my Mom this morning, and we got on the subject of the convenience of exterior cellar doors. She asked me whether I knew the old children's song about "slide down my cellar door." I didn't, but I found out.
For the filthy-minded, you could hear the song in a non-innocent way, but it is a child's ditty. Katie Herzig added some lyrics to alter it a bit, and used the old kids' song for the refrain:
We learned it as the second version, "shout down my rain barrel". Katie Perry sings it as "slide down my rainbow". I never imagined it as dirty and still don't. Silly.
BD ... the song that I learned when little is: I don't want to play in your yard, I don't like you any more. Youtube has a recording of Peggy Lee singing it which is prime. It has the rainbarrel in it, and the cellar door. I remember those slanted cellar doors very well, because they could give us quick access to the cellar when tournadoes threatened. Listen to it on Youtube if you will. It has an application to today's politics.
I remember that version, too. My dad and his golf buddies used to play it on their gutbuckets and ukeleles after midnight -- much to the dismay of some neighbors. Others loved it.
Plus = the head strummer was the judge. No one ever shut them down.
I remember the song. I didn't remember the cellar door reference. Peggy Lee refreshed my memory. And yes, Peggy Lee does a fine rendition of it. No surprise there.
But I don't remember any ukelele-strumming judge playing it.
BD, thanks much for introducing me to Katie Herzig, what a pretty voice, already spent too much time on youtube checking out her work. Y'all are a wonder!
The words are the same as those I remember. Back in the 1940s and early 50s in Chicago, the houses we thought of as "old" in the neighborhood had sloping outside doors and some of the doors were made of metal, so they were like slides. But only really little kids could slide down them because they were only about 5 feet in length.