Post your New Orleans earworms here.

[KamaAina]

If you haven't had any yet, you sure will after reading this! :evilgrin:

Here goes:

The Radiators' entire "Law of the Fish" album ("Like Dreamers Do", "Doctor Doctor", "Oh Beautiful Loser" etc.)

Re-Birth Brass Band: "Do What You Wanna"

Zydeco from the only La. album I still have left, acquired years ago at a tourist trap in Lafayette (it has a zydeco version of "Turn On Your Love Light"!)

"Do you know what it means/To miss New Orleans?" (Unfortunately, yes. :( )

And a faux-Louisiana selection from Creedence: "Green River".

[GumboYaYa]

1. Jon Cleary and the Absolute Monster Gentlemen, "What we got,

is mo Hippa than what you got..."

Kermit Ruffins, "What is New Orleans"

[jobycom]

2. I've been hearing the Neville Brothers and Louis Armstrong in my head

all damn week so far. I keep hearing this street band in front of St. Louis' Cathedral whose lead singer did the best Armstrong imitation. Damn I hope that man's alright.

[KamaAina]

4. Dangit, I forgot the Nevilles

throw the entire "Neville-ization" album on there, wouldya?

[Duer 157099]

3. For me, it's the only song I know that has a ref to a "levee"

Which of course is American Pie -- and then I saw that image of Bush with the guitar and now I just have it stuck in my head that he's playing that song

[KamaAina]

5. He is not so stop saying that!

The big :dunce: would never pick a song as long as "American Pie". :evilgrin:

[nothingshocksmeanymore]

6. Don't Mess With My Toot Toot...the ultimate Luzianne song!

[Magrittes Pipe]

7. In 1814, we took a little trip

Along with Colonel Jackson down the might Mississipp.
We took a little bacon and we took a little beans,
And we caught the bloody British in the town of New Orleans

We fired our guns and the British kept a comin'
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago.
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

We looked down the river and we seen the British come,
And there must've been a hundred of 'em beatin' on the drum.
They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring,
We stood beside our cotton bales and didn't say a thing.

We fired our guns and the British kept a comin'
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago.
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

Old Hickory said we could take 'em by surprise
If we didn't fire muskets till we looked 'em in the eyes.
We held our fire till we seen their faces well,
Then we opened up our squirrel guns and really gave 'em well...

We fired our guns and the British kept a comin'
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago.
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

Yeah they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go.
They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

We fired our cannon till the barrel melted down,
So we grabbed an alligator and we fought another round.
We filled his head with cannonballs and powdered his behind,
And when we touched the powder off the 'gator lost his mind.

We fired our guns and the British kept a comin'
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago.
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

[CountAllVotes]

8. I love this song & Louis Armstrong

Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
*************


Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
And miss it each night and day
I know I'm not wrong... this feeling's gettin' stronger
The longer, I stay away
Miss them moss covered vines...the tall sugar pines
Where mockin' birds used to sing
And I'd like to see that lazy Mississippi...hurryin' into spring

The moonlight on the bayou.......a Creole tune.... that fills the air
I dream... about Magnolias in bloom......and I'm wishin' I was there

Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
When that's where you left your heart
And there's one thing more...I miss the one I care for
More than I miss New Orleans

(instrumental break)

The moonlight on the bayou.......a Creole tune.... that fills the air
I dream... about Magnolias in bloom......and I'm wishin' I was there

Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
When that's where you left your heart
And there's one thing more...I miss the one I care for
More.....more than I miss.......New Orleans

[BayouBengal07]

19. Oh god

Reading that, I just wanted to cry.

[CountAllVotes]

20. it is making me cry too

My mother was born in Shreveport and was in an orphanage in New Orleans ~1928 and was luckily adopted. She loved Louis Armstrong and this song in particular so very much. I love it too. :cry: Makes me miss not only Louisiana and New Orleans, but also my mother and also Louis Armstrong.

:cry:

:kick:

[yellowcanine]

9. "House of the Rising Sun"

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Risin' Sun.
Been the ruin of a many a poor gal,
And me, oh, God, I'm one!
If I'd a-listened what mama said
I'd a-been at home today.
Being so young and foolish, poor boy,
I let a gambler lead me astray.

My mother, she's a tailor,
She sewed those new blue jeans.
My sweetheart, he's a drunkard, Lord,
Drinks down in New Orleans.

The only thing a drunkard needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk;
The only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk.

Fills his glasses to the brim,
Passes them around,
The only pleasure that he gets out of life
Is a-hoboin' from town to town.

Go tell my baby sister
Never do like I have done,
To shun that house in the New Orleans
That they call the Risin' Sun!

[Tikki]

10. From Mr. Jessie Hill.....

Ooh Poo Pah Doo
(J. Hill)

Yo-o-oh (yo-o-oh)
Yo-o-oh (yo-o-oh)
Wow! Yea-a-ah (wow, yea)
Now you people out there (hey)
& you people over there (hey)
Now standin' over there (hey)
& you there in the corner (hey)
& you people over there (hey)
& on the road (hey)
On the floor (hey)
The ceiling (hey)
All round the whole scope of the building!
I'm gonna tell you (what is it?)

About ooh poo pah doo
They call me the most
Ooh poo pah doo (ooh poo pah doo)
They call me the most (call me the most)
& I won't stop tryin' till I create disturbance in your mind

Wo I'm gonna
Create disturbance in your mind
Baby don't you know it's in your mind
Create disturbance in your mind
Baby don't you know it's in your mind
Wo oh oh oh oh wo oh oh oh
Yeah-eh-eh-eh (yeah-eh-eh-eh)
Wo oh oh oh oh wo oh oh oh

I'm gonna ring a few bells in your ear
Don't you know I'm gonna ring 'em ring 'em in your ear
I'm gonna ring a few bells in your ear
Don't you know I'm gonna ring 'em ring 'em in your ear
Wo oh oh oh oh wo oh oh oh
Yeah-eh-eh-eh (yeah-eh-eh-eh)
Wo oh oh oh oh wo oh oh oh

Alright....

[jobycom]

11. Silly, but the jingle from the old Pontchartrane Beach commercials

I don't even remember the words, just that "At Pontchartrane Beach" ending.

[GumboYaYa]

12. Oh that made me laugh, I needed that.......

[no name no slogan]

13. Poco, "Heart of the Night"

====================================

In the heart of the night
In the cool southern rain
There's a full moon in sight
Shining down on the Pontchartrain

And the river she rises
Like she used to do
She's so full of surprises
She reminds me of you
In the heart of the night

There's a nightbird singing
Right on through till the dawn
And the streets are still ringing
With people carrying on

It's been so long waiting
Just to be here again
Anticipating
All the time I could spend
In the heart of the night down in New Orleans
In the heart of the night down in New Orleans

And I trust in your love never falling down
And I trust in your love
Just like I do in this town never falling down

And I'm so glad to be back in New Orleans
Please don't wake me, don't shake me,
If this is only just a dream
It's the only place I can face that feels so right
Below that Dixie moon and loving you
In the Heart of the Night

============================


yeah, it's a totally cheezy song, but I still like it.

[LunaSea]

14. Oh, you meant a..

tune, didn't you?

[lazarus]

15. Leon Redbone's "Border of the Quarter"

I met my beloved Haele there, and we've been wanting to go back. Planned to next summer.

I come back to New Orleans
'Cause thats the only place I've been
Where the air's so thick and sweet
Feels like lovin' arms around me
lazy trees, ocean breeze
rainy evenings listening
The music oozing out of every door
its like my heaven made to order
Inside the Border of the Quarter
Lord, ain't no place like I've ever been before

I used watch and wonder at the ones who sing the blues
And try to find out why they'd want to get so low
But even tho I can't explain it now
I join in when they're singin'
And when the song is over ...Lord oh Lord!

There's something about the way the women walk in New Orleans
Or maybe its just me cause I'm love with all I've seen there
Bedroom by the balcony, laughter lifting from the street
Forgetting what my pocket watch is for
Its like my heaven made to order
Inside the Border of the Quarter
Lord, ain't no place like I've ever been before

I used watch and wonder at the ones who sing the blues
And try to find out why they'd want to get so low
But even tho I can't explain it now
I join in when they're singing
And when the song is over ...Lord oh Lord!

I come back to New Orleans
Cause thats the only place I've been
Where the air's so thick and sweet
Feels like lovin' arms around me
lazy trees, ocean breeze
rainy evenings glistening
The music oozing out of every door
its like my heaven made to order
Inside the Border of the Quarter
Lord, ain't no place like I've ever been before


:cry:

[Spider Jerusalem]

16. Tom Waits..."I Wish I Was In New Orleans"

Well, I wish I was in New Orleans, I can see it in my dreams,
Arm-in-arm down Burgundy, a bottle and my friends and me

Hoist up a few tall cool ones, play some pool and listen
To that tenor saxophone calling me home
And I can hear the band begin 'When the Saints Go Marching In',
And by the whiskers on my chin, New Orleans, I'll be there

I'll drink you under the table, be red-nosed, go for walks,
The old haunts what I wants is red beans and rice
And wear the dress I like so well, and meet me at the old saloon,
Make sure that there's a Dixie moon, New Orleans, I'll be there

And deal the cards roll the dice, if it ain't that old Chuck E. Weiss,
And Claiborne Avenue, me and you Sam Jones and all

And I wish I was in New Orleans, 'cause I can see it in my dreams,
Arm-in-arm down Burgundy, a bottle and my friends and me
New Orleans, I'll be there

[Tyrone Slothrop]

17. My fave NO song: Dixie Drug Store by Grant Lee Buffalo

It was muggy July around supper time
When I pulled into New Orleans
I got dropped off at South Rampart Street
I was hungry for a plate of greens

I made my way down the banquette
Where I could see an open door
And overhead a sign made of painted pine read
The Dixie Drug Store

Peppers and roots were hanging
From the rafters above
There were oils and sprays all on display
For money luck and for love

I reached down to pick one up
When a dark hand grabbed my arm
And before I could see just who it was
She said you don't want that charm

Ooh Jambalaya

The last man to walk that thing out of here
Just up and disappeared
Found his wallet and his wingtip shoes
Near a tombstone down in Algiers

What you need my travelling friend
Is a place to wash your jeans
And I wouldn't be the least surprised
If you were hungry for a plate of greens

She beckoned me on up the stairs
For she'd done made up her mind
Said take off your hat and kick off your boots
And leave your pride behind

Ooh Jambalaya

She took me down to a secret place
In the bayou of her blankets
She offered to share her bourbon
I thanked her then I drank it

Thru a small crack in the ceiling
Burst the Louisiana moon
It shone down on our bodies
And we began to croon

Like a couple of coyotes
We were howling thru the night
And I swear they were a beatin' those
Congo drums outside

Ooh Jambalaya

We laughed until the mornin'
By then my pants had dried
I picked up my hat and pulled on my boots
And I gathered up my pride

I figured she had done stepped out
I didn't see her anywhere
And I set out to find her
I headed on downstairs

Got down to the bottom
I couldn't believe my eyes
Gone were all the bottles
And the remedy supplies

Ooh Jambalaya

I shouted out for Marie
I darted out the door
An old man on the wooden porch said
What you in there for

Son you got no business
The hoodoo store's been closed
Long as I remember
A century I suppose

But Mister I just spent the night
With a young gal named Laveau
He said the Widow Paris
Done had a little laugh on you

I said you mean to tell me
That was the voodooin'
He nodded yes none other
The Queen of New Orleans

[underpants]

21. Love that song but it isn't on their Storm Hymnal

I never could figured out why

[Tyrone Slothrop]

22. What's Storm Hymnal?

Is that some sort of "Best of" set?

I would think it would be on there. That's the song that drew that band to my attention...

[GoddessOfGuinness]

18. "City of New Orleans"

Riding on the "City of New Orleans,"
Illinois Central Monday Morning Rail.
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders,
Three conductors and twenty five sacks of mail.
They're out on the south-bound odyssey
and the train pulls out of Kankakee.
Rolling long past houses, farms and fields.
Passing towns that have no name,
freight yards full of old gray men,
The graveyards of the rusted automobiles

Singing, good morning America, how are you?
Saying, don't you know me, I'm your native son?
I'm the train they call "The City of New Orleans".
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.

Dealing cards with the old men in the club car.
Plenty of points, ain't no one keeping score.
Say, won’t you pass the paper bag that holds the bottle.
And feel the wheels rumbling ‘neath the floor.
And the sons of foregone porters,
and the sons of engineers
ride their father's magic carpet made of steel.
And the days are full of restless,
and the dreams are full of memories,
and the echoes of the freight train whistles clear.

Singing, good morning America, how are you?
Saying, don't you know me, I'm your native son?
I'm the train they call "The City of New Orleans".
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.

But it's twilight on the city of New Orleans,
talk about a pocket full of friends.
Halfway home and we'll be there by morning.
With no tomorrow waiting 'round the bend.

Singing good night, America, I love you.
Saying, don't you know me, I'm your native son?
I'm the train they call "The City of New Orleans".
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.

Singing, good morning America, how are you?
Saying, don't you know me, I'm your native son?
I'm the train they call "The City of New Orleans".
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done

[underpants]

23. Good morning America how are you?Don't you know me I'm your native son,

Riding on the City of New Orleans,
Illinois Central Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders,
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail.
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields.
Passin' trains that have no names,
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles.

CHORUS:
Good morning America how are you?
Don't you know me I'm your native son,
I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans,
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.

Dealin' card games with the old men in the club car.
Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score.
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor.
And the sons of pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel.
Mothers with their babes asleep,
Are rockin' to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.

CHORUS

Nighttime on The City of New Orleans,
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee.
Half way home, we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rolling down to the sea.
And all the towns and people seem
To fade into a bad dream
And the steel rails still ain't heard the news.
The conductor sings his song again,
The passengers will please refrain
This train's got the disappearing railroad blues.

Good night, America, how are you?
Don't you know me I'm your native son,
I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans,
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.

[Withywindle]

24. Can't believe no one's posted this yet...

BORN ON THE BAYOU (Creedence Clearwater Revival)

Now, when I was just a little boy,
Standin’ to my daddy’s knee,
My poppa said, son, don’t let the man get you
Do what he done to me.
’cause he’ll get you,
’cause he’ll get you now, now.

And I can remember the fourth of july,
Runnin’ through the backwood, bare.
And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin’,
Chasin’ down a hoodoo there.
Chasin’ down a hoodoo there.

Chorus:
Born on the bayou;
Born on the bayou;
Born on the bayou.

Wish I was back on the bayou.
Rollin’ with some Cajun queen.
Wishin’ I were a fast freight train,
Just a chooglin’ on down to New Orleans.

Chorus

Do it, do it, do it, do it. oh, lord.
Oh get back boy.

I can remember the fourth of july,
Runnin’ through the backwood bare.
And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin’,
Chasin’ down a hoodoo there.
Chasin’ down a hoodoo there.

Chorus

All right! do, do, do, do.
Mmmmmmm, oh.