Cajun Music ECards Part 2

It's the Cajun Blues. I just want to get drunk, and when I get drunk I just want to dance and make love all night long.

Let us search...search...search...

If you wouldn't have listened to the counsel of the others you would be here with me today.

Oh the games people play. It hurts me to see them do that.

Hold my dentures! I am going to show you how to dance.

And then they saw I was mad, dear, they brought back my sled.

Let's go to the Courtableau Bayou, little world. To collect some sticks, ya yaille. To make a fire, baby. To boil fiddler crabs.

Now I got lucky, and I made a pile of money and no matter where I go, everyone wants to date me.

On your left hand, there is a wedding band that says turn, turn turn around.

Every time I pass in front of your daddy's door, your daddy is sitting there with a pipe in his smiling mouth.

Oh, let us talk of drinking, no, not of marriage. Always regretting the pretty times past...

Little girls are so cute, but women are deadly.

Open this door and come her, I want to poison you.

Dear everything.

They stole my sled, dear!

Girls from Ville Platte, I don't know what is wrong with them. They are cute, but they are sneaky.

Let's dance Colinda, dance close, Colinda. Let's dance, Colinda, to make the old ladies mad.

Don't look at that, it's not for you.

Cajun Music ECards

If you always wondered what those Cajun songs were saying, here are some ecards that I made mostly from song lyrics.

Oh the people of Crowley are always in the roads. Always in the roads, looking for trouble.

Dear pretty one, give me that one, and if it ain't that one, I don't want any at all!

Hey Mom, I am always your little boy.

Young people from the country, don't ever get married! Look what I did, always miserable.

Sunday morning, he is all kinds of sick. Pass him the glass of lemonade.

The Mardi Gras are not evil-doers, they are just beggars.

Well look what you did: cut the mulberry branch, so i can see you pass in front of your daddy's porch.

Little or the big, Madame Edward, it's all the same price.

Open that door and come here, I want to poison you!

Go west young man, go west, and go to Mamou. ( For Lu dit LaRose)

And when we get home, Grandmother is going to make a fish stew in the style of the choupique fish.

Oh Madeline! You slept outside! Oh Madeline! Outside in the big fog!

Oh unhappy girl!

We know that the Native Americans have big rights in America.

It's nothing if you tell me no, for to marry you, for to marry you, at St. Mary's Church

You had some, you wont have any more! You had some, you wont have any more! You had some, you wont have any more! What's left is for us!

One problem with the program: it won't allow accent marks. If anyone can fix this, let me know!

Things heard on the Tasse de Cafe Radio Program

KVPI RADIO

The following are snippets of conversations, expressions, and local commercials in Evangeline Parish French as heard on the Tasse de Cafe Radio Program on KVPI, Wednesday and Friday mornings, 8-9 am. The program can be heard online, by phone or through phone app.search kvpi.
KVPI RADIO

Bonjour! Qui que parles?!
Hello, Who's talking!?

Ain autre call, Charlie!
Another call, Charlie!

Bonjour, you're on the air!
Hello, you're on the air!

Q: Comment va les affaires?
How are things?

A: -Oh, on après brasser une bonne sabotière de la crème...
Oh, we're stirring a good ice cream maker of ice cream.

-Oh, on après faire le balai avec une balai tout neuf! T'as jamais fait la balais avec une balai tout neuf?
Oh, we're sweeping with a brand new broom! You ever swept with a brand new broom?

-Oh! Ca fait la grande course!
Oh! It makes the big race!

-Oh! ca va pic-à-poc!
It goes pick a pock.

...On était perdu dans le grand bois, apres attendu le cris d'hibou...et tout mes cheveux se dressait comme ça...ça fait peur!!
...We were lost in the big woods, hearing the cry of the owl...and all of my hairs stood on end like that, that was scary!!

Oh! Le pain perdu! On l'as trouvé à ce matin, c'est pu perdu.
Oh! French Toast (lost bread)! We found it this morning. It's no longer lost.

On va vous parler garçon à garçon, figure à figure, en anglais ou en français, il vont vous servir comme vous-autres veux.
 We are going to talk to you boy to boy, face to face, in English or in French, they are going to server you like you want.

Ca va vous fournir tout la viande fraiche, du tasso, la viande salé, viande boucannée que t'as besoin. c'après boucanner la viande tout la journée que pour vous.
They are going to furnish you with all the fresh meat, tasso, salted meat, smoked meat that you need. They are smoking meat all day long just for you.

Some women take offense to you callin' them cher, they think you hittin' on them. I love to call people cher. I call men cher. I hope they dont take it as a compliment...

Comment ti crois, hein!?
How you think!

Tu conais ils appelent les 'love bugs' les bêtes d'amour...ou les petits carencros! Ou.. des bessons...
You know they call love bugs the bugs of love, or the little buzzards, or the little "kissers"

 Rapelle-toi de White Rose Petroleum Jelly?
You remember White Rose Petroleum Jelly?

After Hurricane Issac: Et comment les Pecanières chez toi? C'était socoue'?
And how are the pecan trees at your place? They were swayin?

A Ville Plattian in Paris

Europe janvier 2004

Fascinated with the size of the legs of the Eiffel Tower

La belle tour

cheval

cheval et la Tour

vin rouge

maisons in Paris

L

cupid and psyche in real life

U.S.A. = serial killer

that funky monkey in Mons, Belgium

't-Piepenhoes... ahh, I felt so at home

Chocolate shop La Madeline sur L'Isle

flying buttresses!

Summer of Storms

The summer of 2012 was full of storms. It rained nearly every day for three months. There were storms of all kinds, from every direction, even out of nowhere.

Around here they say that if it rains on the feast day of Saint Medard, the 8th of June, that it will rain for forty days afterwards. This year, it rained a few days before the 8th, on it, and after it for two weeks. Then there was a little two week break, then July came. It rained every day in July except the 31st. There were long rains, afternoon rains that diminished the heat but made the night heavier than ever. In August there were daily downpours and a hurricane. There were other storms, too. All summer, there were navy blue clouds walking on jambes de pluie, fog, and flood across the Prairie. There were were black snakes in the tall grass that never got cut because of the rain and the broken tractor sitting in the rain. So we stayed inside, shut out from the heat and humidity, bugs and snakes. It was so mild last winter that the insects swarmed in the spring and everyone got fleas.

Between the storms and serpents and plagues many gifts fell on the Prairie, comme les bras de soleil. There were lots of birds. A few times on the dirt road I saw the fanned cream and white tail feathers of a marsh hawk swoop next to my car, close enough to touch. There were owls who stood on the road and flew up to a low branch to let me pass, eyes round. There was a big ole great white heron flying in the crepescule of the evening. Many cardinals zipping around the bamboo. One evening, while I was sitting on the porch, a rainbow painted bunting landed next to me and stayed for a minute.