Wednesday, October 24, 2007

You make me happeeeeeeeeee...

You know, the world is full of things I don't know. Some of them are things I may suspect, but have never proved conclusively; and some of them are things that possess some piquant charm that makes them memorable once I do hear them.
I've learned a couple things in the last day or so... one was that my suspicions about how much the old vacuum sucked were correct. Awkward sentence? Doesn't make sense? "The old vacuum blows." True. The new vacuum, the DC14 Dyson, I am seriously into. It sucks, and in that good, good vacuum way. I brought it home last night, put it together after supper, vaccuumed the arm chair, & then Sarah & I exclaimed in horror at all of the cat hair that was trapped in the clear bin (tm) of the Dyson.
The thing I learned that I did not suspect, but find fascinating, is that "You Are My Sunshine" is one of the oficial songs of the State of Louisianna. (As well, I have a hard time spelling "Louisianna".) It was co-written by a Governor of L., & features a lyric about crawdads & gumbo & stuff. Maybe I do exaggerate a bit - but it does use the word "Jambalaya". The other state song is as I would expect it to be; "You Are My Sunshine" is a surprise though.
Instead of signing off with a photo of all the stuff in the clear bin (tm) of the Dyson, I shall leave you with the full lyrics of "You Are My Sunshine".
Official Song Act 540 of 1977:
...The official song for the State of Louisiana shall also be the musical composition with words and music by Governor Jimmie H. Davis and Charles Mitchell, entitled "You Are My Sunshine".
"YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE"by Jimmie H. Davis and Charles Mitchell
The other night, dear
As I lay sleeping
I dreamed I held you in my arms.
When I awoke, dear
I was mistaken
And I hung my head and cried;
You are my sunshine
My only sunshine
You make me happy
When skies are grey
You'll never know dear
How much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away.
I'll always love you
And make you happy
If you will only say the same
But if you leave me
To love another
You'll regret it all some day;
You told me once, dear
You really loved me
And no one else could come between
But now you've left me
And love another
You have shattered all my dreams;
Louisiana my Louisiana
the place where I was borne.
White fields of cotton--
green fields clover,
the best fishing
and long tall corn;
Crawfish gumbo and jambalaya
the biggest shrimp and sugar cane,
the finest oysters
and sweet strawberries
from Toledo Bend to New Orleans;
(I so did not make any of that up. True story.)

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