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Mr. S was my high school science teacher. He taught about osmosis, mitosis, bones and bugs. But he was also a folk singer and guitar player that took time for this awkward teenager full of angst and played guitar with her after school, teaching her some of the guitar chops she still uses today. Thank you, Mr. S, for being that teacher who saw me for who I am; saw all of us teens for who we were and cheered us on. This one's for *you*!

"Java Jive is a song written by Ben Oakland and Milton Drake in 1940 and most famously recorded by The Ink Spots. The lyrics speak of the singer's love of coffee. The lyrics also reflect the slang of the day, including a reference to "Mr. Moto", a Japanese film spy. The Ink Spots' 1940 recording of the song reached #17 on the US Pop charts and is considered by many to be the definitive version. " (From Wikipedia) Also recorded by The Manhatten Transfer in 1975. #swing #bigband #inkspots #javajive #coffee #tea #1940s Lyrics II love coffee, I love tea I love the java jive and it loves me Coffee and tea and the java and me A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, boy I love java, sweet and hot Whoops, Mr. Moto, I'm a coffee pot Shoot me the pot now pour me a shot A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup Oh, slip me a slug from the wonderful mug I'll cut a rug till I'm snug in a jug A slice of onion and a raw one, draw one Waiter, waiter, percolator I love coffee, I love tea I love the java jive and it loves me Coffee and tea and the java and me A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup Oh, Boston beans, soy beans (Yeah!) Green beans, cabbage and greens (Home cooking!) I'm not keen for a bean Unless that is a cheery, cheery bean, boy  love coffee, I love teaI love the java jive and it loves meCoffee and the tea and the java and meA cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, yeah I love java, sweet and hot Whoops, Mr. Moto, I'm a coffee pot Shoot me the pot now pour me a shot A cup, a cup, a cup (Yeah!) Oh, throw me that slug from the wonderful mug And I'll cut a rug till I'm snug in the jug Drop a nickel in a pot, Joe, takin' it slow Waiter, waiter, percolator I love coffee, I love tea I love the java jive and it loves me Coffee and tea and the java and me A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, boy *I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO THIS SONG starbucks music starbucks jazz starbucks coffee music koffee with karan season 6

Written when driving across the Nevada desert while nursing a broken heart.

A little ditty about growing older and learning to let things go. ;-)

Fiddling arround with lighting...thuis, another mini-concert for you! :-) paypal.me/debseymourmusic Venmo: deb-seymour-1 CashApp: $DebSeymour22 (If you are so inclined)

A classic Beatles song about hope and light (with a small 2020 Update by Deb) Written by Lennon/McCartney I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO THIS SONG.

A song I wrote about my favorite four-legged neighbor. BAD CAT (by Deb Seymour) 1. Cool as the click of a switch-blade knife I walk on to your back porch and into your life  I check out every corner and upturn every stone You’d better believe, I’ll make this back yard my own  As I dominate the best sun patch Contemplating which birdies to catch  Grooming myself from my head to my toes And just when I’ll pounce I tell ya- nobody knows  CHORUS: Cause I’m the king of the alleys, prince of the trash Sometimes I purr, sometimes I scratch  Cruising through your neighborhood, I haven’t a care To let you come near me if come near me you dare  ‘Cause I’m a bad cat… 2. I was born in an alley the smallest of six I learned to survive on a cheap bag of tricks  Out in the streets I’ve grown old, I’ve grown old I've grown wise I’ve earned my share of more than nine lives Well, I’ve got this old lady, she tries to keep me in She offers me caviar and sips of her gin  But she’ll never tame me, nobody can Fish eggs and booze are so insufferably bland CHORUS  BRIDGE:  And when your family’s asleep in the dead of the night In a silence so thick, you can slice  A scream rips the air, makes your hair stand on end It’s just me giving chase to that she-cat again  3. In the morning you’ll see me just as sweet as can be “What, last night? A cat fight? Who, me?” As I gently play with some paper that’s scrap And shortly thereafter retire for my nap  My name’s not important (I’ve never really had one) You know my deportment’s a mean, tough and bad one  So if you see me on your back stairs and such You can come say hello, but don’t you dare touch…  CHORUS  CODA: I’m the duke of the dumpster, baron of the back fence Hanging around’s what I do best

A sweet song about broken hearts and arachnids. Maybe. ( Happy Hallowe'en!)

Time to run this darn virus out of town. (A “stompy” blues song in B) I wrote this blues song to vent my grief and anxiety at the virus and the scary times in which we live. Created on my iPhone using the Videoleap App. Background image a stock photo from Getty Images. The COVID-19 Stomp (c) 2020 by Deb Seymour LYRICS: Covid-19, Covid-19 You're a nasty bug like I ain't never seen Covid-19, Covid-19 You keep your mean, mean hands away from me Covid-19, you're no friend to me You stole my gigs and crashed the economy Now I can't hug my friends or family But I won't let you go get the best of me I'm gonna wash my hands, not touch my face I'm gonna shelter right here in place I'm getting down with wiping everything down I'm gonna kick your butt right to the ground Covid-19, Covid-19 We're gonna chase you down and run you out of town, you'll see 'Cause we are working on a vaccine Then you'll be gone for good from humanity

What happens when the Earth's heart breaks? Who is responsible? What can be done? Inspired by artist Christine Cornell. Deb Seymour: words, music, guitar, vocal Kelly Paletta: drums Alicia Healey: bass, harmonies Wes Weddell: electric guitar All words and music by Deb Seymour Copyright (c) 2019 Deborah B. Seymour/Herkimer Productions/BMI Recorded at the Winterblue Room, Seattle, WA Produced & engineered by Alicia Healey Slide show by Deb Seymour All images from Istock Photo except "Earth Heart" drawing by Christine Cornell. Used by permission. www.debseymourmusic.com

A song about culpability, half-truths and man's best friend. :-) Filmed on iPhones at the June 2019 Leschi House Concert, Seattle, WA by Mick & Mandy Mason.

What happens when your heart takes a risk and walks on high bridges? Recorded by Alicia Healey at the Winterblue Room, Seattle. www.debseymourmusic.com #debseymourmusic #farwestconnects #southeastregionalfolkallianace #songwritersinseattle #songwritersinseattle #pugetspundguitarworkshop #victorymusic #construction #bridges #girders #pylons #torch #song #romance #fallinginlove #lovesong #TumbleweedMusicFestival #Finalist2013TumbleweedSongwritingContest

When the going gets tough, the tough go to outer space. Recorded by Alicia Healey at the Winterblue Room, Seattle. www.debseymourmusic.com #debseymourmusic #farwestconnects #southeastregionalfolkallianace #songwritersinseattle #pugetsoundguitarworkshop #victorymusic #ancientvictories #comedy #novelty #scifi #space #mars #elonmusk #spacex #filk #norwestcon #milehicon #comiccon #martians #tangos #silly #humor #lovesong

Torch song about a very bad date. Recorded by Alicia Healey at the Winterblue Room, Seattle www.debseymourmusic.com #debseymourmusic #farwestconnects #southeastregionalfolkallianace #folkallianceinternational #2018SongOfTheYear #songwritersinseattle #pugetsoundguitarworkshop #victorymusix #winterblueroom #lovesong #jazz #blues #brokenheart #torch #song

Deb Seymour's hard-rocking tribute song to America's blue-collar women! Recorded by Alicia Healey at the Winterblue Room, Seattle. www.debseymourmusic.com Mama Wears A Hard Hat (c) 2011 by Deb Seymour Mama wears a hard hat, mama wears work boots Drives a fork lift, uses big tools She's got a big voice, she can talk tough To all the big boys, yeah, they listen up She don't dress in diamonds and pearls But Mama is the queen of the working girls Mama never was one to take any flak Even when they said woman don't work like that Mama got the training, Mama's on the job Mama is the one everyone counts on She can build a building, build a bridge She can build a roadway, she'll win the bid And if you need a buddy to get you through a jam You can bet your money: Mama- she's your man Whistle blows and the sun comes up She's out on the jobsite, getting things done Tote that load, lift that bale Driving steel, pounding nails Sweat is forming on her brow But she's flying high over broken ground Pretty is as pretty does...does pretty work? (YES! SHE DOES!) And when Friday night comes around She lets her hair all hang down Mama loves her friends, mama loves her kids And Mama loves her man like ain't nobody's business Mama wears a hard hat...

Recorded at home in Seattle, WA 8-28-14 with help from Morpheus Alphonsus "The Photo-Bomber Cat" Seymour. Shot raw using camcorder mic. Standard home movie disclaimers apply...but that's what keeps this *real*! "Trouble" Words & Music by Deb Seymour & Brian K. Stuepfert Copyright (c) 1993, 1999 Herkimer Productions/BMI Originally published on "Cupid's Wheel" CD by Deb Seymour 1999 Herkimer Productions CD 342 www.debseymour.com