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I'm putting together a proposal for a show of my art at our campus gallery, and the work I'm submitting is all about food. Well, it's about food, kitchens, women, and some lovely psychological undertones to all of the above.
As part of the show, which is kind of an installation piece in the least obnoxious sense of installation art, I'll be playing a CD of music about food, and the songs I've picked so far are mostly jazz, because jazz singers seem to knot only sing about food a lot, but also seem to sing about the psychological undertones I'm going for.
Here is the list of the songs I've got so far, and I'm wondering if anyone has any that would be in the same vein that I should add:
"Kitchen Man" - Bessie Smith "The Frim Fram Sauce" - Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong "Come On-a My House" - Jodi Stevens (originally Rosemary Clooney) "Beautiful Soup" - Celeste Krenz "The Big Kitchen" - Deborah Liv Johnson "Everybody Eats When They Come to My House" - Cab Calloway & His Orchestra "Sunshine Cake" - Frank Sinatra "Mangos" - Rosemary Clooney
I've also got waiting in the wings the following two, because I'm not entirely convinced they fit the groove:
"Soul Kitchen" - The Doors "Cornflake Girl" - Northwestern University Purple Haze (covering Tori Amos)
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REM's "The Sidewinder Sleeps Tonight" has some lyrics about food, though it's not all about food. It's a favourite song of mine though
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"It's Gonna be Dinner Soon," Tom Chapin "Gravy on my Mashed Potatoes," I'm not sure if that's the actual title, or who the artist is.
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Here are some snippets of lyrics of the songs I've already got:
quote:Come on-a my house my house, I'm gonna give you candy Come on-a my house, my house, I'm gonna give you Marriage ring and a pomegranate too ah
-"Come On-a My House"
quote:Mangos, papaya, ches- nuts from the fire In my house of straw I have so much more
Pie from the peach and I fix in the kitchen Each bite is just right for your appetite
Now if you like-a the way I cook And if you like-a the way I look Then step inside my shady nook And you'll find mangos and papayas, anything your heart desires.
-"Mangos"
quote:I don't want pork chops and bacon. That won't awaken My appetite inside. I want the Frim Fram Sauce With the oss and fay With shifafa on the side.
Well, you know, A fella's really got to eat, And a fella should eat right. Five will get you ten I'm gonna feed myself right tonight.
quote:Well, at lunchtime you can always find me At the Whole Earth Vitamin Bar Just sucking on my plain white yogurt From my hand thrown pottery jar And sippin' a little hand pressed cider With a carrot stick for dessert And wiping my face in a natural way On the sleeve of my peasant shirt Oh, yeah
Ah, but when that clock strikes midnight And I'm all by myself I work that combination on my secret hideaway shelf And I pull out some Fritos corn chips Dr Pepper and an ole Moon Pie Then I sit back in glorious expectation Of a genuine junk food high
Oh yeah, in the daytime I'm Mr Natural Just as healthy as I can be Oh, but at night I'm a junk food junkie Good lord have pity on me
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"Gimme a Pigsfoot and a Bottle of Beer." Not sure who the artist is, but I'll find out when I get home.
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quote:I'm not talkin' quesadillas or a dozen Krispy Kremes, Or a pound of caviar that's a rich man's dream. No banana split or fillet of pompano. No, I will play for gumbo, Yeah, I will play for gumbo
Chorus A piece of French bread With which to wipe my bowl, Good for the body. Good for the soul. It's a little like religion And a lot like sex. You should never know When you're gonna get it next. At midnight in the quarter or noon in Thibadeaux I will play for gumbo Yes, I will play for gumbo.
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Yes, Bessie Smith. And yes you should stick with jazz. And yes Black Coffee, one of my favorites.
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You say potato, and I say po-tah-tuh, You say tomato, and I say toh-mah-tuh, Potato, po-tah-tuh, Tomato, toh-mah-tuh, Let's call the whole thing off... Posts: 2911 | Registered: Aug 2001
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Actually, SN, I'm currently looking up Stormy's reccommendation, so being male has nothing to do with it.
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Wish I was a Kellogg's cornflake Floating in my bowl, taking movies Relaxing a while, living in style Talking to a raisin who 'ccasionally plays LA Casually glancing at his toupee
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This is really fun to look up everything. I especially like the Cibo Matto album. Though it may not work with my jazz groove, I find it pleasingly funky.
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Peggy Lee has a version of Black Coffee, too, but my favorite is by a lesser-known signer who's name I can't remember right now... if I come up with it, I'll let you know.
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Soup words & music by John McCutcheon & Si Kahn
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When my Dad was a kid in my Grandma’s home She taught him how to start with an old soup bone You put the onions, carrots, celery, and water in the pot It only takes a little of whatever you’ve got “There ain’t no way to hurry it,” my Grandma would remind “Anything worth waiting for is gonna take time”
It smells like winter at our house Smells like winter at our house Smells like winter at our house Smells like soup
Bean soup, chicken soup with macaroni Cream of broccoli, minestrone Potato soup, tomato soup, chowder made of clam Miso soup, mushroom soup, split pea with ham Bouillon, scallion, tom kha ghai with lemongrass Matzoth ball, chilibean, cream of asparagus
So it doesn’t even matter if the cold winds blow If the rivers freeze and there’s three feet of snow From my Dad and my Grandma it’s what I got The put a whole lotta love in that old black pot In my mind I see a little boy, a distant winter day He’s standing at the door and I can hear him say . . .
It smells like winter at our house Smells like winter at our house Smells like winter at our house Smells like soup
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I have been known to leave that CD in my car for months. Hobbes hates it. Not in the general disdain he has for all my music, but in the very specific, "what on earth is this noise and why are you subjecting me to it?" sense.
I'm not exactly a Moxy Fruvuos fan, but they have a couple that might fit with the rest of your CD. Green Eggs and Ham or Johnny Saucep'n, maybe?
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quote: Oh I wish I were an Oscar Meyer Weiner That is what I truly want to be For if I were an Oscar Meyer Weiner Everyone would be in love with me.
You have to throw that one in, sung by an off key little child, just to add a note of disonance in the evening.
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Ooo . . . from the same CD as the other one:
"Supper's on the Table"
quote:Shadows growing longer, light is growing dim Supper's on the table everybody come in Been playing at the river and I'm tired to the bone She's calling all the children home
Chorus
Home to the table and the big, black pot Everybody's got enough, 'though we ain't got a lot No one is forgotten, no one is alone When she's calling all the children home
. . .
Bridge:
I could hear her voice in the middle of a crowd It was never too late and it was never too loud Smelled just like home by the time we hit the door There was always just enough but there was always room for more
. . .
Last Chorus:
Home to the table, home to the feast Where the last are first and the greatest are the least Where the rich will envy what the poor have got Everybody's got enough, 'though we ain't got a lot No one is forgotten, no one is alone When we're calling all the children home Gathered 'round the table and the big, black pot Everybody's got enough, 'though we ain't got a lot No one is forgotten, no one is alone From the shacks in Soweto to the ice of Nome From Baghdad City to the streets of Rome When we're calling all the children home
quote:They're red, they're white, they're brown They get that way underground There can't be much to do So now they have blue ones too
We don't care what thay look like we'll eat them Any way they can fit on our plate Every way we can conjure to heat them We're delighted and think they're just great
(Chorus) PO ta to po ta to po ta to po ta to po ta to po ta to po ta to po ta to po ta to po ta to po ta to po ta to po ta to
Sometimes we ditch the skin To eat what it's holding in Sometimes we'd rather please Have just the outside with cheese
They have eyes but they do not have faces I don't know if their feelings get hurt By just hanging around in dark places Where that only can stare at the dirt
(Repeat Chorus)
I guess the use is scant For other parts of the plant But that which grows in view Is eating potato too
I imagine them under their acres Out in Idaho and up in Maine Maybe wondering if they'll be bakers Or knishes or latkes or plain
(Repeat Chorus)
Sung to the tune of the mexican Hat dance
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Somewhere we have a food themed mix CD that's probably not going to work with what you have at all. If I'm still thinking of it when I get home, I'll see what's actually on it. (Besides TMBG's Dinner Bell and Morphine's French Fries with Pepper, heh, maybe I'll think of the rest of them while I'm sitting here avoiding work)
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There's a song by Koko Taylor and I don't even know what the lyrics are, but it's really catchy: "Put The Pot On".
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By the way, the song I have on my first list called "Beautiful Soup" is the actual poem from Alice in Wonderland set to music. Muy cool.
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