Chris Almoada public service announcement

The song is “Rabbits May Be Dancing,” a Chris Almoada composition for which I wrote the lyrics. It’s appropriate in a public service announcement about bullying because President Andrew Jackson (“Sharp Knife”) bullied the Choctaws and other tribes into abandoning the South and embarking on the perilous journey known as the “Trail of Tears.”

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On the Great River Road

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ws8kPILN3xM

From Minnesota to Louisiana, a man speeds along the Great River Road towards his lover, leaving his past behind. This title track was composed and recorded by Chris Almoada. The lyrics were written by LividEmerald, and are provided on YouTube.

Palmyra Lane

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nsCT-HiMxoU

In a small Missouri town, a melancholic man remembers the night he met his one true love. This song was composed and recorded by Chris Almoada. The lyrics were written by LividEmerald, and are provided on YouTube.

Memphis Odyssey

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CCx_EADdBE8

In a tribute to Memphis, Tennessee, an elderly man looks back on the arc of his career as a composer, singer, and guitar player. This song was composed and recorded by Chris Almoada. The lyrics were written by LividEmerald, and are provided on YouTube.

5 Songs Featured on Ràdio Gavà

(Photo by Soraya Peron)

This Spanish language podcast features five songs from Chris Almoada’s new album, On the Great River Road. The lyrics are mine, and can be found elsewhere on this blog. The five songs are: “On the Great River Road,” “Maiden Rock,” “Palmyra Lane,” “I’ve Seen a Ghost,” and “Come to New Orleans.”  

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2014 CD

Original compositions by Chris Almoada / Lyrics by LividEmerald

2014 CD

PATCH OF GREEN

Eaux-Malignes
Music in the air
Joséphine
Beatin’ the ‘tit-fer
On frottoir, Evangéline
I’m the fiddle player

“Pirogue Green”
That’s our favorite tune
Two-step queen
Her name’s Bonnie June
For some other music scene
Read The Picayune

Eaux-Malignes
That is where we are
Patch of green
Nearly one hectare
Come and see just what we mean
Otherwise, au revoir!

© 2012 David E. Miller

2014 CD

COME TO NEW ORLEANS

(The Butcher’s Shop)

Tchoupitoulas that’s m’street
Gonna chop you up some meat
Alright
I’ll wrap
An extra bite, that’s a swell lagniappe

(Cajun Art)

Hallelujah! Cajun art
Julia Street is where to start
All frames
Deluxe
No pricey games, you save beaucoup bucks

(Mardi Gras)

Mardi gras, big party needs
Feathers, hats, balloons, ‘n beads
Kazoos
Tattoos
Decatur Street, gators browse ‘n choose

(The Jazz Club)

Winter chill or summer heat
Music flows in Bourbon Street
Some jazz
Some blues
Sing Dixie as Barman pours the booze

(Southern Cuisine)

Jambalaya, étouffée
Fixins reign in Vieux Carré
Pecans
Pralines
Dessert bonbons, come to New Orleans

© 2010 David E. Miller

NOTE: This song is an alternate version of the 2010 CD title song. Look elsewhere on this blog for additional spoken lyrics that were published with the disc, but not performed.

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I’VE SEEN A GHOST

Half asleep one stormy night
It all came to me in black and white
A poor slave who nearly died
His sweet nurse blue-eyed
Pushed love across the great divide

Two miles long and two yards wide
Velma combed the town, no place to hide
So they left St. Francisville
Walked a path downhill
Hearts guided by a whip-poor-will

I’ve seen a ghost
Miss Velma’s ghost
And her woeful cry gave me a chill
Take me to the whipping post
Past the cotton mill
One mile below St. Francisville

There beneath a dogwood tree
They embraced their love and set it free
When they lost the midnight shade
They came back afraid
For secret loves are oft betrayed

Velma’s care did not suffice
At the whipping post she paid the price
Though she got what lovers want
One night’s crime will haunt
The spirit of Miss Velma Schwandt

I’ve seen a ghost
Miss Velma’s ghost
And her woeful cry gave me a chill
Take me to the whipping post
Past the cotton mill
One mile below St. Francisville
One mile below St. Francisville
One mile below St. Francisville

© 2011 David E. Miller

2014 CD

RED HAT BOY

Three by six
Tradin’ for a wooden box
Your clock ticks
Gonna count electric shocks
Red Hat boy, ‘tis dirty shame
Gruesome Gertie calls your name

Not your fault
If a little blood was spilt
You cried halt
But they came at you full tilt
Red Hat boy, your dirty hands
Gruesome Gertie now demands

Got a cross
Gonna pray for holy grace
Call the boss
Have him come clean up your face
Red Hat boy, your purdy “wife”
Gruesome Gertie wants your life

Three by six
Tradin’ for a wooden box
Your clock ticks
Gonna count electric shocks
Red Hat boy, ‘tis dirty shame
Gruesome Gertie calls your name
Red Hat boy, ‘tis dirty shame
Gruesome Gertie calls your name
Red Hat boy, ‘tis dirty shame
Gruesome Gertie calls your name

© 2012 David E. Miller