The Moon: The Final Frontier. Someday man might dream of going there, and finally taste it's sweet sweet rocks. Today we explore two forgotten songs about the mysterious orb of night (& sometimes, freakishly, day.) First, Cookie Monster images "If Moon Were Cookie":
If moon was cookie, me think me would be
The happiest monster you've ever seen.
I'd put on a spacesuit and up through the night.
I'd ride in a rocket and go take a bite.
Me take bite from here, me take bite from there,
And pretty soon me bite everywhere.
Me eat with both hands, don't need fork or spoon.
I'd chew it all up, until there's no moon.
If moon was Cookie, it wouldn't be fine,
'Cause if me ate it, then it wouldn't shine.
Me come to the window and look up at night,
But no little moonbeams would give me the light.
So me not like to say it, but it clear to me
We're lucky that moon is not a cookie.
Disturbing, but it get's worse.
Next, we delve deeper into the darker chapters of American music, as Ada Jones sings this 1905 Fred Fisher song "If the Man in the Moon were a Coon."
|Ada Jones - If the Man in the Moon Were a Coon (1907) .mp3|
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Say Jasper, t'aint no use talking,Even though you talk from now til noonDon't try to tell me, Mr. Know-It-All,A coon is up in the moon!Why, a ni---, with his brown figureCertainly darkens up the silvery moonWake up! You're dreaming with your eyes a-glare,You great big foolish coon!If the man in the moon were a coon, coon, coon,What would you do?He would fade with his shade the silvery moon, moon, moonAway from youNo roaming 'round the park at nightNo spooning in the bright moonlightIf the man in the moon were a coon, coon, coon.Most everyone has heard stories that a chicken am a coon's delightJust think the dangers to a hen roost with that good old moon out of sightIndeed chicken would be soft pickin'If the man up in the moon were blackOh my! the harvest for that darkey ,With that great big sack on his backIf the man in the moon were a coon, coon, coon,What would you do?He would fade with his shade the silvery moon, moon, moonAway from youNo roaming 'round the park at nightNo spooning in the bright moonlightIf the man in the moon were a coon, coon, coon.
Historical attitudes have evolved since these songs were written. In modern times, we like black people. And Cookie Monster has redefined cookie as a "sometimes food." So, be proud that we live in an enlightened age, where even if the moon became either cookie or African American, it would continue to shine its creepy LED luminescence to the Earth during the night (& sometimes, freakishly, during the day.)