Midnight at the Oasis. Huh?

It’s worth pointing out that drugs were considered just big fun in the 70s. Here’s my take:

Send your Camel to bed

–Maria’s lover is out smoking a Camel cigarette while she’s inside getting all hot and bothered. She’s telling him to put the damn cigarette out and come on in and get a little.

Cactus is our friend

Peyote cactus, specifically.

Heaven’s holding a half moon

Her lover is doing a pretty good job of feeling up one of her buttocks (a “half moon”)

Oh, yeah, in real life my name is Dr. Karl Haas.

Oh yeah…copywrite issues! Sheesh! I thought the thead was going all prudish on me or something. Wow, that’s about two or three newbie mistakes today!
:smiley:

Thank you, Wesl…Czarcasm.

Nitpick: That would be copyright issues. Sorry, just one o’ those pet peeves.

Your write, of coarse.

Shirley ewe mint two rite, “Yore rite off curse?”

Ide butter schtupp thus.

I there any place on Earth where a camel and a cactus would be in the same desert?

Just asking.

Saudi Arabia and Jordan have both camels and cactuses in the desert.

There’s the [url=http://www.outwestnewspaper.com/camels.html]Camel Corps[/orl] right here in the U.S.

Oh, why didn’t I preview?

Maria Muldaur (ex-wife of muscian Geoff Muldaur) has a great catalogue (“Waitress at a Donut Shop” being pretty widely recognized). Midnight at the Oasis was her one hit, but she’s a great interpreter of songs.

She also toured with the Jerry Garcia Band as a backup singer (she was dating the John Kahn, the bass player, at the time).

Plus before all that she was a member of the Jim Kweskin Jug Band.

Hot stuff! I heard it just the other day on a compilation CD called something like “Women in Blues”, but I don’t have it here and can’t find it online under that title. The song title was “Get Me High”. It’s from the 30s, I think.

Mr. Singular and I saw her in a little Jazz Club in La Jolla in 1990. That woman can really sing. It was a great show, and I loved the intimate setting.

And yes, that was the song that Catherine O’Hara and Fred Willard sang for their audition in Guffman.

It’s also the morning song of the cheesy lounge singer in Lost in Translation.