Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Birthday

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Ferdinand Georg Waldmuller (Austrian artist, 1793–1865) Grandmother's Birthday

Self-Taught Art & A Birthday Poem for Me

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American Self-Taught Artist Mary Tillman Smith 1904-1995

For my December birthday 2 years ago, my friend, music & art critic Geoffrey Himes, surprised me with a song he had written for me. We both collect Southern American self-taught art. I am especially fond of pairing birds & snakes around the house, you know, the good & evil thing. Well, anyway, here is the song.

She's got snakes on her wall,
She's got snakes on her wall,
And they whisper and slither
Wherever they crawl.
She's got snakes on her wall.

She's got worms in her drink,
She's got worms in her drink,
Yes, they pickle and tickle
The way that you think.
She's got worms in her drink.

Well, it's not your
Everyday kind of a home.
When you go to visit,
You're never alone.

There are ghosts in the windows,
Indian Chiefs in the hall,
There are lions on the lawn
And snakes on the wall.

She's got moon in her face.
She's got moon in her face;
The bright light comes
From some other place.
She's got moon in her face.

She's got bells in her voice.
She's got bells in her voice,
Yes, they're tolling for you,
No, you don't have a choice.
She's got bells in her voice.

Well, she's not your
Everyday kind of a girl.
With just one kiss,
Your head starts to swirl.

Soon the beetles are giant
And the elephants small,
You'll see lions on the lawn
And snakes on the wall.

She's got snakes on her wall,
She's got snakes on her wall,
And they whisper and slither
Wherever they crawl.
She's got snakes on her wall.

(No, I have never kissed the gentleman...but I do love the song.)
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