My sister, Amy, told me I was wrong about the Maria Muldaur post and that I should mention that I was not the only one involved with tantalizing the school with our dance routine. I was actually in 6th grade--noted because one of my dance partners, Rosemarie Bommarito, had real boobs.
Maria Muldaur, along with Rhoda Morgenstern, had a serious impact on my personal development. My father still considers it somewhat a personal miracle that I didn't try to catch a Yugoslavian freighter to Morocco when I was in high school.
I still think I look like her--if you kinda squint and don't think about it too much.
Here's the lyrics to Midnight at the Oasis:
Midnight at the oasis
Send your camel to bed
Shadows paintin' our faces
Traces of romance in our heads
Heaven's holdin' a half-moon
Shinin' just for us
Let's slip off to a sand dune, real soon
And kick up a little dust
Come on, Cactus is our friend
He'll point out the way
Come on, till the evenin' ends
Till the evenin' ends
You don't have to answer
There's no need to speak
I'll be your belly dancer, prancer
And you can be my sheik
------ guitar solo ------
I know your Daddy's a sultan
A nomad known to all
With fifty girls to attend him, they all send him
Jump at his beck and call
But you won't need no harem, honey
When I'm by your side
And you won't need no camel, no no
When I take you for a ride
Come on, Cactus is our friend
He'll point out the way
Come on, till the evenin' ends
Till the evenin' ends
Midnight at the oasis
Send your camel to bed
Got shadows paintin' our faces
And traces of romance in our heads

