August 14, 2010
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Culture – Natty Dread Taking over (Raggae)songs und Filmmusik (Alle wiedergeben)
killerpilze – zeit from mit pauken und raketen live dvd xD
Duration : 15 min 46 sec
I Want My MP3 (Episode 1)
Threadbanger's Rob Czar sat down with Justin Ouellette, the creator of Muxtape.com, to talk about how computers have helped him change the way people discover music online. In this episode, Justin also hints at what's up next for Muxtape, which is relaunching as a resource for independent musicians. Tune in next week for more exclusive interviews and visit WePC.com to be a part of the next wave of revolutionary computers. Also, be sure to check out the links mentioned in this show: http://muxtape.com http://amodernpromise.com http://wepc.com
Duration : 3 min 13 sec
Anyone know the cajun 12 days of xmas song?
or the redneck 12 days of xmas sung by jeff foxworthy?
Redneck 12 Days of Christmas
Jeff Foxworthy
Wow, somebody done been to the WalMart!
(Jeff) Man, this is the stuff I got for Christmas.
Well you cleaned up! Whadya git?
Five flannel shirts
Four big mud tires
Three shotgun shells
Two hunting dogs
… And some parts to a Mustang GT.
Hey Bubba, you got gypped — there’s 12 days to Christmas.
(Jeff) I know that, I got it covered. Look over in the corner.
That’s yours too?
Yea!
Chorus:
Twelve-pack of Bud
Eleven Wrastling tickets
Ten o’ Copenhagen
Nine years probation
Eight table dancers
Seven packs of Redman
Six cans of Spam
Five flannel shirts
Four big mud tires
Three shotgun shells
Two hunting dogs
… And some parts to a Mustang GT.
Man, this ain’t normal Christmas presents!
No, they’re redneck gifts!
Redneck gifts?
Yea, you know, like
if you buy your wife earrings that double as fishing lures.
Or, if you can burp the entire chorus of "Jingle Bells"
Perhaps if you think "The Nutcracker" is something you did off a high-dive.
Or, if you’ve ever misspelled something in Christmas lights.
Or, if you leave cold beer and pickled eggs for Santa Claus.
What’s wrong with that?
I didn’t say anything wrong with it…
It’s hard to beat…
Chorus:
Twelve-pack of Bud
Eleven Wrastling tickets
Ten o’ Copenhagen
Nine years probation
Eight table dancers
Seven packs of Redman
Six cans of Spam
Five flannel shirts
Four big mud tires
Three shotgun shells
Two hunting dogs
… And some parts to a Mustang GT.
Well, you can’t really consider it a Christmas
‘less you go down to the penitentiary and visit your mama.
You’re not listenin’ to me!
Get the car key outta your ear.
That’s where the nine years probation comes in…
I’m gonna do it for ya again.
Now listen…
Chorus:
Twelve-pack of Bud
Eleven Wrastling tickets
Ten o’ Copenhagen
Nine years probation
Eight table dancers
Seven packs of Redman
Six cans of Spam
Five flannel shirts
Four big mud tires
Three shotgun shells
Two hunting dogs
… And some parts to a Mustang GT.
12 Days of Christmas Cajun Style (several versions)
Cajun Twelve days of Christmas by Tee Jules is a Christmas song.
12 shotgun shells
11 duck decoys
10 pirogue paddles (a pirogue is a flat bottom canoe)
9 oysters stewin’
8 crabs a brewin’
7 fleur de lis (flower of the french kings,the saints football symbol)
6 cypress knees (the root of a cypress tree that sticks out of the water)
5 poules d’eau (chicken or hen of the water – ie: a coot or duck)
4 pousse-café (coffee with a bit of alcohol in it)
3 stuffed shrimp
2 voodoo dolls
and a crawfish in a fig tree
Here are the 12 Yats of Christmas
1. On’da foist day’a Christmas mah
Mawmaw gave’to me a Crawfish’dey
Caught in Arabi
2. In’da Christmas Picayune I seen it
Dere’n Section E, Tujaque’s Recipe
3. On’da thoid day’ a Christmas we
Stopped at McKenzie for Three French Breads
4. On the fourth day I said OK let’s get a
Christmas tree Before’ya Drive Me Nuts
5. On the fifth day of Christmas we
stopped at A&G for Frrried Onion Rrrings
6. On’da sixth day’a Christmas we
stopped at K&B’s for a Six Pack’a Dixie
7. Cemetery traffic got backed up to
Metairie at the Seventeenth Street Canal
8. On’da eighth day of Christmas me and
Rosalie Ate By’ya Mama’s
9. On the ninth day of Christmas we drove
down Delery in’da Lower Ninth Ward
10. I used’ta be at Kaiser now I’m woikin
down’da street at’da Tenneco Chalmette Refinery
11. On the eleventh day at Vetran’s
Highway try’ta cross the street with Eleven Schwegmann Bags
12. On the twelfth day of Christmas my
true love gave to me a Dozen Manuel’s Tamales
Here is the CAJUN 12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS (another version).
Day 1 Dear Emile, thanks for the bird in the pear tree. I fixed it last night with dirty rice and it was delicious. I don’t think the pear tree would grow in the swamp, so I swapped it for a Satsuma tree.
Day 2 Dear Emile, your letter said you sent 2 turtle doves, but all I got was 2 scrawny pigeons. Anyway, I mixed them with andouille and made some gumbo out of them.
Day 3 Dear Emile, why don’t you send me some crawfish? I’m tired of eating them darned birds. I gave two of those prissy French chicken to Mrs. Fontenot over at Grand Chenier, and fed the tird one to my dog, Phideaux. Mrs. Fontenot needed some sparring partners for her fighting rooster.
Day 4 Dear Emile, mon dieu! I told you no more of them birds. These four, what you call "calling birds" was so noisy that you could hear them all the way to Lafayette. I used their necks for my crab traps, and fed the rest of them to the gators.
Day 5 Dear Emile, you finally sent something useful. I liked those golden rings, me. I hocked them at the pawn shop in Sulphur and got enough money to fix the shaft on my shrimp boat, and to buy a round for the boys at the Raisin’ Cane Lounge. Merci Beaucoup!
Day 6 Dear Emile, couchon! Back to the birds, you turkey! Poor egg sucking Phideaux is scared to death of those six geese. He try to eat their eggs and they pecked the heck out of his snout. Those geese are damn good at eating cockroachs around the house, though. I may stuff one of those geese with oyster dressing and serve him on Christmas day.
Day 7 Dear Emile, I’m going to wring your fool neck the next time I see you. Ole Boudreaux, the mailman, is ready to kill you too. The crap from all those birds is stinking up his mailboat. He is afraid that someone will slip on that stuff and they are going to sue him. I let those seven swans loose to swim on the bayou and some stupid duck hunter from Mississippi blast them out of the water. Talk to you tomorrow.
Day 8 Dear Emile, poor old Boudreaux had to make 3 trips on his mailboat to deliver those 8 maids-a-milking and their cows. One of the cows got spooked by the alligators and almost tipped over the boat. I don’t like those shiftless maids, me. I told them to get to work gutting fish and sweeping my shack – but they said that it wasn’t in their contract. They probably think that they are too good to skin the nutria that I caught last night.
Day 9 Dear Emile, what are you trying to do? Boudreaux had to borrow the Cameron ferry to carry those jumping twits that you call lords-a-leaping across the bayou. As soon as they got here they wanted a tea break and crumpets. I don’t know what that means but I said, "Well, j’connais pas! You get Chicory coffee or nothing". Mon Dieux, Emile, what am I going to feed all these couillions? They are too bourgeois for fried nutria, and the cow ate up all of my turnip greens.
Day 10 Dear Emile, you got to be out of your mind. If the mailman doesn’t kill you, I will. Today he delivered 10 half nakid floozies from Bourbon street. They said that they are "ladies dancing" but they don’t act like ladies in front of them Limey sailing boys. They almost left after one of them got bit by a water moccasin over by my outhouse. I had to butcher 2 cows to feed toute le monde (everybody) and get lots of rolls of toilet paper. The Sears catalog wasn’t good enough for those bourgeois lords. Talk to you tomorrow.
Day 11 Dear Emile, where Y’at? Cherio and pip pip. You 11 Pipers Piping arrived today from the House of Blues, second lining as they got off of the boat. We fixed stuffed goose and beef jambalaya, finished the whiskey, and we’re having a fais-do-do. The new mailman drank a bottle ofJack Daniels, and he is having a good old time dancing with the floozies. The old mailman jumped off the Moss Bluff bridge yesterday, screaming your name. If you happen to get a mysterious looking ticking package in the mail, don’t open it.
Day 12 Dear Emile, me, I’m sorry to tell you – but I am not your true love anymore. After the fais-do-do, I spent the night with Jacque, the head piper. We decide to open a restaurant and gentlemen’s club on the bayou. The floozies, pardon me, ladies dancing can make $20 for a table dance, and the lords can be the waiters and valet park the boats. Since the maids have no more cows to milk, I trained them to set my crab traps, watch my trotlines, and run my shrimping business. We’ll probably gross a million dollars next year.
I hope one of these is the one you are looking for…Merry Christmas
