The Green Green Grass of Home is a painting by Anita Dale Livaditis which was uploaded on June 23rd, 2012.
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Title
The Green Green Grass of Home
Artist
Anita Dale Livaditis
Medium
Painting - Digital Art
Description
The Green, Green Grass of Home
digital drawing - painting - art
2011
Anita Dale Livaditis
Green, Green Grass of Home
by Curly Putnam
The old home town looks the same,
As I step down from the train,
And there i meet my mamma and poppa.
Down the road I look, and there runs Mary,
Hair of gold,and lips like cherries,
It's good to touch the green, green,grass of home.
Yes, they'll all come to meet me,
Arms a-reachin', smilin' sweetly,
It's good to touch the green, green,grass of home,
The old house is still standin,
'Though the paint is cracked and dry,
And there's that old oak tree,
That I used to play on.
Down the lane I'll walk with my sweet Mary,
Hair of gold and lips like cherries,
It's good to touch the green, green,grass of home.
Then I awake and look around me,
At the four gray walls that surround me,
And I realize...yes.. I was only dreaming,
For there's a guard and a sad old padre,
Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak,
Again I'll touch the green,green,grass of home!
Yes they all come to see me..into shade of that old, old tree
As they lay me meet my green green grass of home.
Uploaded
June 23rd, 2012
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Comments (6)
Anita Dale Livaditis
Thanks Thelma! Just a little guitar - enough to sing and write and make a little noise :0 Yes, the cats love it! They especially like to lie in the open guitar case, and pluck at the strings with their teeth! :D Silly geeses!
Thelma Harcum
I love the designs in this painting, Anita. The colors look like fresh spring. I didn't know you was a songwriter and singer too. I would love to hear your songs. I bet the cats love to hear you sing. I can see another beautiful book out of that! " I Found My Lost Cat With A Song" . (Just a Thought) What instrument do you play? Keep up the great art work and hope you sell many.
Arjun Sen
I was quoting an Alan Jackson country song when I referred to the "hoochie coochie." I didn't know what it meant so I looked it up. It appears to be rude. As for 'Midnight Train to Georgia,' I like to try and do the Ray Charles version which generally goes well except for the middle bit which has some VERY tricky half notes and makes you realise what separates the amateurs from the professionals! I'm still amateur!! I can hear it fine, but I can't quite do it!
Anita Dale Livaditis replied:
Rude is OK, Arjun - I had two big brothers. I'll have to look up the music. I have never tried it. I play and write music like I paint. Very simple and basic - I love simple songs, like anthems. You sound pretty accomplished. I bet you are good. If Mimi doesn't run, that's a good sign.
Arjun Sen
Ahhhh! - "Georgia, Georgia The whole day through This old sweet song Keeps Georgia on my mind " or more contemporary (but I prefer the old stuff...) "Way down yonder on the Chattahoochie, it gets hotter than a hoochie coochie..."
Anita Dale Livaditis replied:
:D How hot exactly is a hoochie coochie? Midnight Train to Georgia is one of my faves. We had the big thrill of having one of the Pips living in Atlanta when I was growing up.
Arjun Sen
Heh-heh! One day , you never know, it could happen. Re your home, I don't actually know where it is, is it the US, the UK or somewhere else? Wherever it is, it sounds nice. Cool breezes, wild, dark green countryside, soft rain, wet autumn leaves on wildwood paths. Is that how it is?
Anita Dale Livaditis replied:
It's Atlanta, Ga, the USA, the New South, according to my English husband, one of the Southern Colonies ;)...porch swings,screen doors,ceiling fans, sun tea,pine trees,dogwoods, azaleas, honeysuckle, magnolias, wysteria, kudzu, the Chattahoochee River, pileated woodpeckers,opossums, gospel music,The Varsity, Coca Cola, Martin Luther King,Jr., Jimmy Carter, Gone With the Wind :) It's home, and always will be.
Arjun Sen
The near abstraction of this painting is just wonderful. The lyrics of the old song give us a clue: the subject is still in jail and dreaming of release and homecoming. It's been a long time. He's leaning back and sees, through the heat and dust of the afternoon, a shimmer of waving green through the wire guard fence. He doesn't see exactly what it is, his eyes are tired and half closed; he's nearly asleep. Half awake, half dreaming, the distant, waving green and gold become an almost abstract shimmer, a rippling canvas against which his mind paints the story of sweet release. Well, if I'm out of order, I'm sorry, but I DO allow other people to interpret my pictures as they wish so forgive me for taking a liberty here. I'm just putting down in writing what I might have done in my head, anyway.
Anita Dale Livaditis replied:
Interpret away, Arjun; I dig it. :) I am very attached to my home, which I am far, far away from. I miss the trees, the river, the wildlife, the rain. I guess we are all waiting for sweet release - in one way or another. Arjun, you write so well, you just have to get those memoirs published.