i’m crawling
I’m falling
I’ve nowhere to go.
I hear
you calling,
is that you?
I do not know.
but,
I’ve got nothing
that I can
say.
my thoughts
never
turn out the
way
I want them
2 b heard.
trapped behind,
we try to find,
the mystery
in a word
that is buried
in perception.
I am a tender, green shoot
laid bare to the elements
casting off the protection of the soil,
the hard shell of my small, former self
breaking through to the sun,
drinking the rain
to grow and bear fruit
with faith that I will not be crushed.
living on faith
Mississippi Fred McDowell Shake ‘Em on Down Undated
Some way wild bottleneck happening here.
speakin of technique
The Chain
Lindsey Adams Buckingham – vastly under rated as a guitarist – love his technique
girls
in their Summer dresses
sun splashed pastels
sipping mint juleps
tongues
wrapping around
glistening straws
‘neath skies of
billowing clouds
the Summer sun
warmly blesses
girls
in their Summer dresses
It’s Summer!
C’mon in… the Prog’s fine!
(2:30 PM PDT / 5:30 PM EDT 10:30 PM BST)
https://tunein.com/radio/Progzilla-Radio-s242911/
stick in a toe 🙂
Rhiannon Giddens’s “At The Purchaser’s Option,” from her album Freedom Highway
“Last year I came across an advertisement from the 1830s for a young woman; thinking about her, and how she had to maintain her humanity against horrific odds inspired this song named for the end of the ad: ‘She has with her a 9-month old baby, who is at the purchaser’s option.” – Rhiannon
At the Purchaser’s Option (Rhiannon Giddens/Joey Ryan)
I have a babe but shall I keep him
‘Twill come the day when I’ll be weepin’
But how can I love him any less
This little babe upon my breast
You can take my body
You can take my bones
You can take my blood
But not my soul
I’ve got a body dark and strong
I was young but not for long
You took me to bed a little girl
Left me in a woman’s world
Day by day I work the line
Every minute overtime
Fingers nimble, fingers quick
My fingers bleed to make you rich
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