#1307 theoldmortuary ponders.

June is Bustin out all over.

Good morning June. You are most welcome, but oh how I love May. I never want May to finish but since that is inevitable it is exceedingly good that after just a simple night’s sleep I have transitioned into June.

In other news I have gained access to both my Pinterest and Flickr accounts. Both set up decades ago when digital photography was young and I was uncertain where to store my work and keen to learn how other people used the new technology. But I can be nostalgic on another day.

Here is an earworm for the first day of June.

And while that worm is a squirmin’ here are the lyrics.

June Is Bustin’ Out All Over

Lyrics By Oscar Hammerstein II  Music By Richard Rodgers

Nettie Fowler prepares for the clambake while restless fisherman and hungry New Englanders anticipate a hearty summer feast just across the bay. As the weather warms, everyone’s feeling a bit frisky.





“June Is Bustin’ Out All Over” Lyrics


Nettie:
March went out like a lion,
A-whippin’ up the water in the bay.
Then April cried
And stepped aside,
And along come pretty little May!
May was full of promises,
But she didn’t keep ’em quick enough fer some,
And a crowd of Doubtin’ Thomases
Was predictin’ that the summer’d never come.

Men:
But it’s comin’, by gum!
Y’ken feel it come,
Y’ken feel it in yer heart,
Y’ken see it in the ground!

Girls:
Y’ken hear it in the trees,
Y’ken smell it in the breeze—

All:
Look around, look around, look around!

Nettie:
June is bustin’ out all over!
All over the meadow and the hill,
Buds’re bustin’ outa bushes,
And the rompin’ river pushes
Ev’ry little wheel that wheels beside a mill.

All:
June is bustin’ out all over!

Nettie:
The feelin’ is gettin’ so intense
That the young Virginia creepers
Hev been huggin’ the bejeepers
Outa all the mornin’-glories on the fence.

Because it’s June!

Men:
June—June—June—

All:
Jest because it’s June—June—June!

Nettie:
Fresh and alive and gay and young,
June is a love song, sweetly sung.

All:
June is bustin’ out all over!

1st Man:
The saplin’s are bustin’ out with sap!

1st Girl:
Love he’s found my brother, Junior!

2nd Man:
And my sister’s even lunier!

2nd Girl:
And my ma is gettin’ kittenish with Pap!

All:
June is bustin’ out all over!

Nettie:
To ladies the men are payin’ court.
Lotsa ships are kept at anchor
Jest because the captains hanker
Fer a comfort they ken only get in port!

All:
Because it’s June!
June—June—June—
Jest because it’s June—June—June!

Nettie:
June makes the bay look bright and new,
Sails gleamin’ white on sunlit blue.

Carrie:
June is bustin’ out all over!
The ocean is full of Jacks and Jills.
With her little tail a-swishin’
Ev’ry lady fish is wishin’
That a male would come and grab her by the gills!

All:
June is bustin’ out all over!

Nettie:
The sheep aren’t sleepin’ any more.
All the rams that chase the ewe sheep
Are determined there’ll be new sheep,
And the ewe sheep aren’t even keepin’ score!

All:
On accounta it’s June!
June—June—June—
Jest because it’s June—June—June!

Nettie:
June is bustin’ out all over,
The beaches are crowded ev’ry night.
From Penobscot to Augusty
All the boys are feelin’ lusty,
And the girls ain’t even puttin’ up a fight.

All:
Because it’s June!
June—June—June—
Jest because it’s June—June—June!

Nettie:
June is bustin’ out all over!

All:
The flowers are bustin’ from their seed!

Nettie:
And the pleasant life of Riley
That is spoken of so highly
Is the life that ev’rybody wants to lead!

All:
Because it’s June!
June—June—June—
Jest because it’s June—June—June!

Lyrics of a different era.

#485 theoldmortuary ponders

Little Red Corvette ©Bob Kovacs

Yesterday’s earworm revealed. I love it when I get a Prince earworm. The day is going to bounce along just fine. I was very grateful to see this picture a couple of days ago from an old work colleague, Bob Kovacs. I was never a huge Prince Superfan but his music was part of the soundtrack of my life and I loved the aesthetic of his public life. Sequins are magic circles of happiness.

Raspberry Beret is part of our bobbing in-water singing repertoire because one of our Bobbers, Gilly, liked to bob wearing a raspberry Beret and a pair of cocktail length swimming gloves.

Gilly Bobber ©theoldmortuary

Gilly was unaware of the lyrics of Raspberry Beret until she started regular dipping in the sea. Knowing Gilly there is every chance she got her Beret from a second hand store, while bobbing, she didn’t wear much more. Singing while swimming, especially in cold, cold water, is quite a challenge. We are only a truly reliable choir for the chorus but we bring enthusiasm and neoprene glamour to the genre of aquafunk.

©Lyrics. com

After 2 years of being Bobbers, Gilly, is the first to leave us to permanently dip in other waters.

We held a drybob for her, with some singing and she has taken her Raspberry Beret to West Sussex to swim on bigger beaches with different people.

Drybob Farewell

And that my friends is another earworm to start the day.

Pandemic Pondering #368

This is the last photograph I took in March 2020 before the first Covid-19 lockdown in Britain. It was mid afternoon at Cotehele and I was recovering from a nasty virus. My last virus as it happens, a welcome benefit of adhering to Covid restrictions is that @theoldmortuary we’ve been virus free for a year now despite doing public facing/touching jobs.

In colour this picture is nothing much. Reeds on a managed flood plain on a typically greige day in the Tamar Valley. What the colour picture would never have shown was the amazing sound that was produced as the wind blew through the reeds. I took the picture just to remind me of that sound. True Whispering Grasses.

Really the original picture was nothing much, just a diary note to remind me of a lovely serendipitous sound on a walk that was being done more out of a sense of necessity and desperation than for pleasure.

I tinkered about with the image altering the contrast and then converted it into black and white.

Ta Da!!

A dull photo has turned into a sound. Not perhaps the gentle sound of whispering grasses, although I can hear them when I look at this with an imagined low volume. If I switch it up to medium volume I hear the interference on a television in the eighties or nineties when the signal was lost. Up a notch again and it is the feedback on a performers mic ( when ever have I felt nostalgic about that piercing scream ) it could also be, currently, two people having different Zoom meetings with their laptops too close together. My final auditory assault from one picture is this.

Imagine sketching it in chalk on an old school blackboard.

I’m fairly certain that last suggestion was not kind. The link below is a gentle salve to give you a good earworm for Friday. The mellifluous Sandy Denny.

Whispering Grass