I remember how the wood would smell. Just as the last great tree was felled. Like many that came before. It was used for table and a door. A palette and a long hall rack.
When the devil is all around and got you crawling on the ground. On your hands and your knees with an apple in your mouth. You will know how far you'll go to make your peace with god.
On a clear April day, 1963. I took a memorable ride. On a silver submarine. . 100+ men,. John, Wesley, Harvey and me. All aboard the SSN-593. . Goin' down.
You can see the water. Comin' outta the ground. You can see the foundation. Slipping down. . And you can't help but wonder. How long it will be. Before the restless ocean.
we're buzzing like a locust. vibrating right out of my skin. pounding on the butcher's wall. somebody come and let me in. there's a black haired woman.
I moor my boat on the old Stono. That river take you anywhere. That you wanna go. . Sail on the Ashley or the Edisto. But don't get caught in the mud.
Was it something that I said. That turned your laughter into lead?. Did I pin too much of me onto you?. Or was I just too blind to see?. It wasn't love but sympathy..
When you're caught in the wave. Of a terrible tide. Suddenly you're struggling. To stay astride. . So you calm your hands. And you cool your mind. And you wake up happy.
O be joyful. is that what your brewin. does your daddy know thats what you're doin. his little girl's got a reputation now to ruin. she was giving them the country way.
Oh me oh my-o. Robbed at gunpoint. In Ohio. . Now I'm gone. To Louisiana. With a bullet-proof bandana. . I felt a little older. Child support and mortgage.
Well i probably should be. Drug out to sea. Where I can't hurt no one. And no one can hurt me. At least I'd be free. And probably I'd see. What caused me to be.
Standing in line at the equestrian mart, looks like it's about to rain. I've got two small kids and I'm late on the rent, wife's dead two weeks to the day.
It's quiet on the river this morning. Ain't nobody on the water but me. But the sun is comin' on. And it won't be long. 'Fore there's a little more wake.
I've got to find a better coping mechanism. I'm falling apart, disintegrating in the schism. Is it a show or is it realism. Lost and found and then I was locked up in a prison.
She was a livewire, she was stuck in the past. I was holding the middle, you was waking up fast. It was four in the morning, she was holding on tight.
Fairy lights and muslin drapes,. the eyes that see us are sleeping.. Bottle of whisky, bottle of wine,. both from which we are drinking.. Dallies in December, Chrysanthemums in June,.
The old bridge is on fire and I'm the one to blame. A stone cold igniter of a violent flame. Suffer all my brothers and the family name. Like worn out lovers, nobody was gonna change.
You're nothin but a, a big mouth. Such a tough talker from the deep south. Well I'm a, a sore loser I'm a sure doubt. You wanna come closer well come on and find out.
Delta Mama and a Nickajack Man. Raised their Cumberland daughters in a Tennessee band. Played Springwater at Station Inn. Couldn't play fast, couldn't fit in.
Said I thought it would be colder. You put your head upon my shoulder. Ain't it funny. How time just seems to run. What the hell have you been doin'. Not too sure, guess mostly movin'.