MAR 30, singable satire: James Taylor sings "BABY JAMES SUITE"

    a) Reprise of material posted on March 30 in previous years ...

2020: pandemic poetry, the infirm (illustrated poem)
2021: classic palindrome, a Toyota's a Toyota (illustrated poem) 
2022: singable satire, Macadamias (parody lyrics)    
2023: singable satire, Reflux Romp (parody lyrics)

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b) Today's Offering (Mar 30, 2024):  

SATIRICAL (and wistful) LYRICS 

ORIGINAL SONG: "Sweet Baby James",  by James Taylor. The song was presumably composed during a winter car-trip that Taylor made from Boston to North Carolina for the christening of Baby James, his nephew, and the first of a new generation in the Taylor family.   

PARODY COMPOSED: Giorgio Coniglio, September 2013 (despite its name it contains only a single song). It was added to Giorgio's original blog "Giorgio's Ukable Parodies" as his fourteenth parody-song.

PARODY-SONGLINK: To find ukulele and guitar chord-charts to help you accompany "Baby James Suite" on your favorite instrument, click HERE.

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 steers through clear traffic, babe-nephew to christen,

And blows 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,
fiber-art, courtesy  R.C.H.

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 workmate named Shaun

Who helps shake me out of my sad fits:

We’re both great fans of Sweet Baby James.