"Hattie Carroll était plutôt noire de couleur

Elle avait 50 ans et dix enfants mineurs

Elle vidait les ordures et apportait les plats

S'approchait de la table mais ne s'asseyait pas

Elle n'osait adresser la parole au patron

Vidant les cendriers, balayant le salon

Elle fut tué sur le coup, pauvre femme de misère

Elle qui n'avait rien fait à William Zanzinger"

(adaptation de Hugue Aufray)

"The Lonesome death of Hattie Carroll"

"Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.

She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children

Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage,

And never sat once at the head of the table

And didn't even talk to the people at the table,

Who just cleaned up all the food from the table,

And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,

Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane

That sailed through the air and came down through the room,

Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.

And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger."

There is only one genius in popmusic. On the 24th of May it’s his birthday.

Therefore I will bring every day of this month a little hommage to show how timeless, relevant and beautiful his work is.

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