ORIGINAL SONG: "Carolina in the Morning" written 1922, best-known version is by Al Jolson.
PARODY COMPOSED: Giorgio Coniglio, January 2014, in response to an unusual weather phenomonon.
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| Ravenel Bridge, SC, from Mt Pleasant to Charleston closed due to ice |
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| Near Charleston harbor, Jan 2014 |
CAROLINA WINTER MORNING
Yankees call us whiners - snow in coastal Carolina! ice-storm warning
Heat pumps, 'lectric stripping, so the breakers flip, they're tripping in the morning.
Where is global warming when we need it most?
Weathering this month's storming, our palmetto trees are toast.
Bridges closed confine ya', snow in coastal Carolina; cancel meetings.
Sleet looks so much neata' when you're cozied near the heata', if you've heating.
Towns don't have no snow ploughs, so just stay home, folks;
View through frosty windows icy Spanish-mossy oaks.
Blame the Great Designer, don't malign the coal strip-miners - no El Niño.
Blame the Great Designer, don't malign the coal strip-miners - no El Niño.
Random variation, polar air mass brings us Fahrenheit nineteen - oh!
If I had some winter treads and I wouldn't skid,
I'd skulk off further south, then boast what I did;
Something could refine the clime of coastal Carolina winter mo-o-orn-ings!
Related Palindromes:
Stir grits.
Sniff'um muffins.
Splat! I hit Alps!
Performing Notes
GM7 = 0222; G6 = 0202; G#dim7; E5+7 = 1203; Am7 = 0000; Am6 = 2423;
C#dim7 = 0101/3434; D7+5 = 3223; Dm7 = 2213
[G] Yankees call us [GM7] whiners - snow in [G6] coastal Caro[G#dim7]lina; ice-storm [Am7] war[D7]ning;
[Am] Heat pumps, 'lectric [E7+5] stripping, so the [Am7] breakers flip [Am6] they're tripping in the [C#dim7] mor[G]ning.
[C] Where is global [G] warming, [C] when we need it [G] most? [E7]
[A7] Weathering this month's [D] storming [B7] our pal[Em]metto [Am7] trees are [D7] toast. [D7+5]
[G] Bridges closed [GM7] confine ya' - snow in [G6] coastal Caro[G#dim7]lina; cancel [Am7] mee[D7]tings;
[Am] Sleet looks so much [E7+5] neata' when you're [Am7] cozied near the [Am6] heata', if you've [C#dim7] hea[G]ting.
[C] Towns don't have no [G] snowploughs, [C] so just stay home, [G] folks [E7]
[A7] View through [D] frosty [B7] windows [Em] icy [Am7] Spanish-mossy [D7] oaks. [D7+5]
[G] Blame the Great De[GM7]signer, don't ma[G6]lign the coal strip[G#dim7]miners -no El [Am7] Ni[D7]ño ,
[Am] Random vari[E7+5]ation, polar[Am7] air mass brings us [Am6] Fahrenheit nine-[C#dim7]-teen, [G] oh!.
[G] If I had some winter treads and [Dm7] I wouldn't [G7] skid,
I'd [C] skulk off further south then [A7] boast what I [D7] did
[G] Something could re[Em]fine the clime of [G] coastal Caro[Em]lina winter [A7] mo[D7]-o-or[G]nings. |
| The polar vortex- satellite photo |
E7! A6.
The Original: Carolina in the Morning
A AM7 A6 A#dim Bm7 E7
Nothing could be finer than to be in Carolina in the morn-ing,
Bm F+ Bm7 Bm6 Cdim A
No one could be sweeter than my sweetie when I meet her in the morning
D A D A F#7
Where the morning glories twine around the door,
B7 E E7 F#m Bm7 E7 E7+
Whispering pretty stories I long to hear once more.
A AM7 A6 A#dim Bm7 E7
Strolling with my girlie where the dew is pearly early in the morn-ing,
Bm F+ Bm7 Bm6 Cmin7 A
Butterflies all flutter up and kiss each little buttercup at dawn-ing,
A Em7 A7
If I had Aladdin's lamp for only a day - ,
D B7 E7
I'd make a wish and here's what I'd say:
A F#m A F#m B7 E7 A
Nothing could be finer than to be in Carolina in the morn---ing.
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