Whipped Crème on the Water or Dance Band on the Titanic

Sporadically, while still sleepy-eyed, I get word phrases that repeat in my head. They are mysterious, short-hand, often lacking any real logic but nonetheless echo in my head. So, weeks go by and occasionally with a smirk and heavy brow I will repeat the phrases to a friend or out loud to no one in particular. Finally, I contemplate running with the idea, because maybe whipped crème on the water will look amazing and hopefully the results will at least be interesting, maybe fruitful, and first cousins to my paintings like Midsummer Night’s Dream, pictured below (acrylic on canvas 34″ x 46″).  As I start putting this fun science experiment into motion it gets more interesting , there are innumerable variables : kinds of water and varieties of whipped crème. Temperature and light changes, times of the year are all to be considered. To date, here are some results: Cool Whip on a lake at noon, homemade whipped crème flung into lily pads from a kayak, and Ready Whip spewed by the water’s edge. blog waterIMG_20151010_165345573 (3)

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Dance band on the Titanic
Sing “Nearer, my God, to Thee”
The iceberg’s on the starboard bow
Won’t you dance with me

Mama stood cryin’ at the dockside
Sayin’ “Please son, don’t take this trip”
I said “Mama, sweet Mama, don’t you worry none”
“Even God couldn’t sink this ship”

Well, the whistle blew and they turned the screws
It turned the water into foam
Destination sweet salvation
Goodbye home sweet home

I’m in the dance band on the Titanic
Sing “Nearer, my God, to Thee”
The iceberg’s on the starboard bow
Won’t you dance with me

 

There was a trombone and a saxophone
The bass and drums were cookin’ up the bandstand
And I was strummin’ in the middle with this dude on the fiddle
And we were three days out from land

And now the foghorn’s jammed and moanin’
Hear it groanin’ through the misty night
I heard the lookout shout down “There’s icebergs around”
“But still everything’s all right”

 

Oh, the dance band on the Titanic
Sing “Nearer, my God, to Thee”
The iceberg’s on the starboard bow
Won’t you dance with me

They were burnin’ all the flares for candles
In the banquet they were throwin’ in first class
And we were blowin’ waltzes in the barroom
When the universe went CRASH!

 

 

 

 

“There’s no way that this could happen”
I could hear the old captain curse
He ordered lifeboats away, that’s when I heard the chaplain say
“Women and children and chaplains first”

Well, they soon used up all of the lifeboats
But there were a lot of us left on board
I heard the drummer sayin’ “Boys, just keep playin'”
“Now we’re doin’ this gig for the Lord”

I heard the dance band on the Titanic
Sing “Nearer, my God, to Thee”
The iceberg’s on the starboard bow
Won’t you dance with meMidsummer Nights Dream

There’s a wild-eyed boy in the radio shack
He’s the last remaining guest
He was tappin’ in a Morse code frenzy
Tappin’ “Please God, S.O.S.”

Jesus Christ can walk on the water
But a music man will drown
They say that Nero fiddled while Rome burned up
Well, I was strummin’ as the ship go down

I’m in the dance band on the Titanic
Sing “Nearer, my God, to Thee”
The iceberg’s on the starboard bow
Won’t you dance with me

Dance band on the Titanic
Sing “Nearer, my God, to Thee”
The iceberg’s on the starboard bow
Won’t you dance with me

By Harry Chapin  singer..remember TAXI, song writer,  world hunger activist