Sardines and Oranges, an original jazz piece composed and performed by Mark Snyder. Inspired by Frank O’Hara’s poem “Why I Am Not A Painter.”
St. James Infirmary Blues (traditional). All parts (vocals, bass guitar, trumpet) performed by Mark Snyder.
I have wanted to record this for a long time. This song goes back about 400 years and has a fascinating history.
I went down to St. James Infirmary
To see my baby there,
She’s laid out on a cold white table,
So cold, so white, so fair.
Let her go, let her go, bless her;
Wherever she may be
She may search this wide world over
She’ll never find a man like me.
Oh, when I die, bury me
In my high top Stetson hat;
Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain
So the boys will know I died standing pat.
I want six crap shooters for pall bearers.
Chorus gonna to sing me a song.
Put a jazz band on my hearse wagon.
Raise Hell as I roll along.
Now that I’ve told my story,
I’ll take another shot of booze.
And if anyone should happen to ask you,
I’ve got those St. James Infirmary blues.