Friday, April 23, 2010
Sunday, April 18, 2010
aura lee
Self with Flower and Ghost of The Blues (Mott Cromby)
1. In a ghostly kitchen, swathed in gauzy blue. Yet a yellow star still shines in the window. Looking out over the land. The blanket of the earth, viewed from on high. Yeh. You got at least that right. You got that right. The time to get alone is long overdue. What you have to do is just try not to be a fool. Just going away. Don't even know how. Yeah, why you wanted love, is the best to sure. I want to be in woods with you. I keep going, keep my vest close to my truck, to my truck. I got sidetracked from the road. Went down a path that looked alright. But I've always been comfortable, walking, on the road. And it keeps calling. Keeps calling me back. And I have to go.
2. No Woman, No Cry (Bob Marley)
3. How Come? (Mat Beaumains)
Scriptural process leads to functional abnormality
Scriptural process breeds functional abnormality
Scriptural process
Functional abnormality
Spurious juvenalia
Wanton ambition
Wandering contrition
I followed you down
I followed you down
To the ledge at the culvert
And your eyes said,
No, they pleaded,
How come?
If you want me to
I'll always be there
for you
Oh, why not?
My headscanner says
We're broken down here and
seems safe to say. And see,
anyway, all I want to do is work.
All I want to do is work.
Misty, kind of cold
I follow you down
And you let me in slow
Then we're rolling
Like the breeze
Consecrated
Like all lunatics and theives.
Posted by Unknown at 9:11 AM |
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Marina
Posted by Unknown at 7:36 AM |
Thursday, April 8, 2010
the trade
1. Hawley West Hill Blues (2; w/ middle break; Beaumains) / RITFW Reprise (:40; N. Young)
Still fails to bring it all the way home but much closer now to how it's supposed to be, with maracas and harmonica. This song is more than 10 years old. Sorry to say. The title is new.
Middle:
Em - C - D
Later on in the jail cell
I reached the edge and ambled off
Wept and screamed for the CC camera
And I would not stop
So when the cops had had enough
They strapped me down in this chair
Said, "You are not Jesus, kid.
No. We do not care!"
I said, "I am The War Prophet.
I lay exposed to the sky
like blood lilies in a graveyard."
And it turns out I was right.
Extemporaneous Song Fragments
2. Olly Olly Oxen Free (Beaumains)
The kids used to say, "Olly olly oxen free!"
2. Olly Olly Oxen Free (Beaumains)
The kids used to say, "Olly olly oxen free!"
But we're not kids.
3. Wayne, I Like The Cut Of Your Jib (Beaumains)
E - Bflat
Wayne, I like the cut of your jib.
I've never had a more fortunate beer.
E - Bflat
Wayne, I like the cut of your jib.
I've never had a more fortunate beer.
4. I Told You (Beaumains)
G
I told you a long time ago what I would do.
G
I told you a long time ago what I would do.
Posted by Unknown at 10:35 AM |
Monday, April 5, 2010
West Hill Blues
1. Hawley West Hill Blues (Orig. - rough demo)
I been thinking back to the time of us
What we could not have; I was so lost
Want to see you on Sunday up the hill at
Stump Sprouts. Wear your red dress,
Your wedding best. At your mother's house
cats were sprawled on the floor.
Ripple leaves, and whisper
Summer night on the screen door
I nearly lost my mind in a Georgia jail
That was my payback for treating you like Hell
Please don't be sad...
The gods are only teasing.
Nothing is hard
Everything's easy
Woke up Thanksgiving Day
Hit the road with my Gibson
Got bounced out of an Exxon
And started up Rt. 91
Walkin' close to the guardrail
Schizophrenia in shattered glass
I threw away my coat
I threw away my ax
Saw a woman in a black gown
Crept low in the grass
Cops got me next exit,
Overdosed on the past...
2. The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald (Gordon Lightfoot)
Need more harmonicas. Need more electric guitar. Need more sunlight. Need more air
Posted by Unknown at 3:39 PM |
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