Ho'olaule'a - Alondra Park, Ca - July 20, 2002
Left to right: Brenda, Bianca, Joe, Cleo, Kristal
Joe and Kristal
Ho'olaule'a - Alondra Park, Ca - July 21, 2001 (below)
Hukilau......
Oh, we're goin' to a hukilau,
Huki, huki, huki, huki, huki, huki-lau...
Everybody loves a hukilau,
Where the laulau is the kau kau at the hukilau....
We throw our nets, out into the sea
And all the ama'ama come swimmin' to me....
Oh, we're goin' to a hukilau,
Huki, huki, huki, huki, huki-lau.
What a wonderful day for fishing,
in the old Hawaiian way......
All the hukilau nets are swishing,
Down at old Lai'e Bay.
Yes, we're going to a hukilau
Huki, huki, huki, huki, huki-lau.......
Huki, huki..lau!
I WANNNA TO GO BACK TO MY LITTLE GRASS SHACK IN KE-A-LA-KE-KUA, HAWAII.
I WANNA BE WITH ALL THE KA-NES AND WA-HI-NES THAT I KNEW LONG AGO.
I CAN HEAR OLD GUITARS A-PLAYING ON THE BEACH AT HO-O-NAU-NAU
I CAN HEAR HAWAIIANS SAYING, "KO-MO-MAI NO-KA-U-A I-KA HA-LE WE-LA-KA-HAO."
IT WON’T BE LONG ‘TIL MY SHIP WILL BE SAILING BACK TO KONA
A GRAND OLD PLACE THAT’S ALWAYS FAIR TO SEE.
I’M JUST A LITTLE HAWAIIAN AND A HOMESICK ISLAND BOY,
I WANT TO GO BACK TO MY FISH AND POI,
I WANT TO GO BACK TO MY LITTLE GRASS SHACK IN KE-A-LA-KE-KUA, HAWAII.
WHERE THE HU-MU-HU-MU-NU-KU-NU-KU-A-PU-A’A GOES SWIMMING BY.
WHERE THE HU-MU-HU-MU-NU-KU-NU-KU-A-PU-A’A GOES SWIMMING BY.
I WANNNA TO GO BACK TO MY LITTLE GRASS SHACK IN KE-A-LA-KE-KUA, HAWAII.
I WANNA BE WITH ALL THE KA-NES AND WA-HI-NES THAT I KNEW LONG AGO.
I CAN HEAR OLD GUITARS A-PLAYING ON THE BEACH AT HO-O-NAU-NAU
I CAN HEAR THE HAWAIIANS SAYING, "KO-MO-MAI NO-KA-U-A I-KA HA-LE WE-LA-KA-HAO."
IT WON’T BE LONG ‘TIL MY SHIP WILL BE SAILING BACK TO KONA
A GRAND OLD PLACE THAT’S ALWAYS FAIR TO SEE.
I’M JUST A LITTLE HAWAIIAN AND A HOMESICK ISLAND BOY,
I WANT TO GO BACK TO MY FISH AND POI,
I WANT TO GO BACK TO MY LITTLE GRASS SHACK IN KE-A-LA-KE-KUA, HAWAII.
WHERE THE HU-MU-HU-MU-NU-KU-NU-KU-A-PU-A’A GOES SWIMMING BY.
WHERE THE HU-MU-HU-MU-NU-KU-NU-KU-A-PU-A’A GOES SWIMMING BY.
A little late for your party, but maybe for your next gig.
talofa
Hanahou
I want to go back to little grass shack
In Kealakekua, Hawaii
I want to be with all the kanes and wahines
That I used to know long ago
I can hear the old guitars playing
On the beach at Honaunau
I can hear the old Hawaiians saying
Komo mai no kaua i ka hale welakahao
It won't be long till my ship will be sailing
Back to Kona
A grand old place
That's always fair to see, you're telling me
I'm just a little Hawaiian
A homesick island boy
I want to go back to my fish and poi
I want to go back to my little grass shack
In Kealakekua, Hawaii
Where the humuhumunukunukuapua'a
Go swimming by
Source: Noble's Hawaiian Favorites, Copyright 1933, 1961 Miller Music Corp, Hawaiian Music and Musicians by George Kanahele, University Press of
Hawaii, Library of Congress Catalog #79 14233. - Based on an old song "Back in Hackensack, New Jersey", composed by Art Beiner and Dan Russo in
1924, this was first heard in Kona, Hawaii at the July 4th canoe races, 1933. Harrison gave the song to Johnny Noble to publish, who revised the music to
give it an almost new melody without changing Cogswell's words. This was done to dispel the claim that others had written the song. Once published, the
song became a smash hit. Noble turned over the royalties to the Sherman Clay Co in San Francisco for $500.00 advance royalty, giving the credit to
Cogswell and Harrison. Kealakekua is the bay where Captain Cook was killed in 1779. Honaunau is the ancient City of Refuge and Kona is the district where
both are located on the Big Island.
Do you leave your radio on before you leave your home?
Mahalo. Possibly even a kumu kula. I like to 'A'o aku. Too bad my productive life is lohi, not wiki wiki.
I just found an interesting web page passage: "Tired of the glitzy, pink and blue cement sand castles? Moloka’i has the State’s largest white sand beach–and the world’s highest sea cliffs." Interesting because during a meditation I had a couple months ago, I saw the shores of LA lined with adobe condos from a culture that made stilt jungle lagoon bird house like homes in what seemed cambodia through brazil. I presumed the blue walls were made of turquoise, but it could have been from a beach critter, I forget the name, but descendant from trilobytes. The walls were plastered diagonally like a diving flag. The lower portion was an amber/tan color. Perhaps the civilization I saw was an island derivative. What are these pink & blue castles referred to? Have you seen anything resembling the structures in my dreams? nothing on the jellyfish mythology?
Yeah, I don't let loose or relax much in a warm manner. It was so nice to sway like a palm in the ocean breeze (that manu of aloha).