https://www.icmag.com/ic/showthread.php?t=329844
2 vintage qs for folk
1)what is the oldest recorded song about reefer?
2)years ago i was flicking through a book of 60/70s photographs, there was a black&white photo of a hells angel/biker holding a brick of weed looking in to the camera, has anyone seen this photo?
https://www.icmag.com/ic/showthread.php?t=329844
2 vintage qs for folk
1)what is the oldest recorded song about reefer?
2)years ago i was flicking through a book of 60/70s photographs, there was a black&white photo of a hells angel/biker holding a brick of weed looking in to the camera, has anyone seen this photo?
may not be the oldest, but reefer man from cab calloway in 1932 comes to mind
If he trades you dimes for nickels
And calls watermelon's pickles
Then you know
You're talkin' to that reefer man
1)what is the oldest recorded song about reefer?
ROSES OF A DREAM
A woman's a scent of perfume; a snatch of a
passing song,
And loving a haze of hasheesh for making the brain
go wrong;
Dear Christ! But I loved the odor, the music spoke
Heaven to me
(Hark! That's the pound of the breakers and the roar
of the open sea!)
Somehow I'm thinking of roses but blessing
the coral bar
That sends me the song of the breakers my thinking might
wander too far;
Somehow I'm thinking of roses and dreaming and dreaming
Ah, me!
(Hark! That's the throb of the breakers and the sound
of the open sea!)
Somehow I m thinking of roses and scenting
a rose perfume;
Oh, this is the springtime yonder, and roses are coming
to bloom!
And soon it will be white summer but what can it
mean to me?
(Hark! There's the song of the breakers and the voice
of the open sea!)
Somehow I m thinking of roses and light and a
lilting song
(But loving's a haze of hasheesh for making the brain
go wrong.)
Of roses of white and crimson of dusk and a
friendly tree
(Hark! There's the sound of the breakers and the roar
of the open sea!)
Aye, a woman s a scent of perfume, the breath of a
fading rose
And music don't last forever, however
sweetly it goes;
But somehow I m thinking of roses that carry
an ancient plea
(Thank God! There's the throb of the breakers and the
roar of the open sea!)
A woman's a scent of perfume, a snatch of a
passing song
And loving a haze of hasheesh for making the brain
go wrong
Did I say that I loved the odor? Ah, well, let
the roses be
(Hark! There s the wail of the breakers and the sigh
of the open sea!)
By Damon Runyon
Originally Posted by VonBudí
1)what is the oldest recorded song about reefer?