“…then he took and he ate up all of my corn”
Meanwhile, the ants are munching up the pantry.
Thanks for celebrating.
Sloop John B
“…then he took and he ate up all of my corn”
Meanwhile, the ants are munching up the pantry.
Thanks for celebrating.
billziegler1947 
I’m loving your drawings, Bill 😊 Is “drawings” what they’re called, or is there another term for them?
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Hello Katrina, I like how the word “drawing” evokes a sense of pulling something together from disparate sources. You never really know their origins until you’ve drawn them all out. The term “sketch” is evocative of the first pushes or pulls of the crafting instrument. I usually make a random arc that means nothing, but only becomes a theme after a number of strokes that follow.
Thanks much for that inquiry.
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I look forward to seeing more of them. I find them very intriguing 😊
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Thanks, Katrina. All I need is a bit of encouragement and I’m off to the races.
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A remastered video on YouTube. Early Beach Boys with great lyrics.
Lyrics:
We come on the Sloop John B
My grandfather and me
Around Nassau town we did roam
Drinking all night
Got into a fight
Well I feel so broke up
I want to go home
So hoist up the John B’s sail
See how the main sail sets
Call for the Captain ashore
Let me go home, let me go home
I want to go home, yeah yeah
Well I feel so broke up
I want to go home
The first mate he got drunk
And broke in the Cap’n’s trunk
The constable had to come and take him away
Sheriff John Stone
Why don’t you leave me alone, yeah yeah
Well I feel so broke up, I want to go home
So hoist up the John B’s sail
See how the main sail sets
Call for the Captain ashore
Let me go home, let me go home
I want to go home, let me go home
Why don’t you let me go home
(Hoist up the John B’s sail)
Hoist up the John B
I feel so broke up I want to go home
Let me go home
The poor cook he caught the fits
And threw away all my grits
And then he took and he ate up all of my corn
Let me go home
Why don’t they let me go home
This is the worst trip I’ve ever been on
So hoist up the John B’s sail
See how the main sail sets
Call for the Captain ashore
Let me go home, let me go home
I want to go home, let me go home
Why don’t you let me go home
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