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Cages
I grew up in a war-shaped cage.
I dodged the snipers and the dogs,
and wished for fighting on some days
when there were tests to take in school.

In time the war-shaped cage gave way
and all of us alive were freed,
though fools kept every broken piece
and seek and seek to bring it back.

*

Shall I show you my pain-shaped cage,
or tell you who is here with me?
There is no need. Reach out your hand
to those who share your own with you.

*

Do you call love a heart-shaped cage?
You are mistaken, if you do.
Love is a freedom, though it binds;
a precious freedom, one of few.

*

Some call the world a life-shaped cage,
and say we mus
All I NeedI don't need very much,
just five percent of your time.
The rest can be yours,
if five percent can be mine.

You can plan the whole day
any way that you like,
if you spend five percent
in my arms every night.

Five percent of the day,
just an hour or so,
will be plenty of time
for my feelings to show.
In FlightA. pays the seven dollars for a beer,
the flight attendant takes his twenty
and says that she will bring change shortly.
He pops the top and pours the beer with care,

waits for the foam to go. With seatbelt tight
and armrest lost to someone on his right,
he can barely move. He is snug as his son
in a denim carrier on his chest all those

years ago, and as content. He is safely
out of touch, can do nothing for anyone,
nor be asked to. He can lift his plastic cup.
He can sip beer through the remaining foam.

He can lower the cup. He can do no more,
so lets himself feel no more need be done.
Alone a while, and glad to be alone -
Dream Catcher
Has the screen captured
reality? The static
image locked, beyond any change.

A thought gives him pause. He dreams
countless instants, time's atoms.
Coming Home BluesI can talk and I can sing,
and you know which one I like.
I can talk and I can sing,
and you know which one I like.
I like the one that brings you nearer,
telling me that it's all right.

My heart is made of water,
it is like a tiny sea.
My heart is made of water,
it is like a tiny sea.
And like the moon you're always tugging
at the tides that move in me.

Though they always move together,
moon and sea, they never touch.
Though they always move together,
moon and sea, they never touch.
I'm so glad that I can hold you,
and I love you oh so much.
Wild Place BluesThe place I live is wild, babe,
and that is not just talk.
There are rattlesnakes in the bushes,
so be careful where you walk.

The place I live is wild, babe,
the dreams are ten feet tall.
They carry you just like a child,
if you can sleep at all.

The place I live is wild, babe,
there are poets on the street.
You may hear things never heard before
from anyone you meet.

The place I live is wild, babe,
no map can show the way.
But I will tell you if you ask me,
and you could come today.

You say your heart is wild, babe,
you don't know what to do.
Well, I think the place I'm living
might be just the place for you.
Trouble BluesNo need to look for trouble,
it will find you on its own -
come and sit down right beside you
when you want to be alone.

Your phone will start to ringing
when your phone is off the hook.
And you know it's trouble calling,
you don't even have to look.

You can spend a lot of money,
you can buy a lot of stuff.
But to keep away from trouble,
you will never have enough.

You may sit at your piano,
start to picking out a song.
And it's trouble you hear humming,
then it starts to sing along.

There's a smell of something burning,
you don't know exactly where.
But your nose has started twitching -
there is trouble in the air.

You
These Wings BluesYou may have these wings I'm wearing,
if you teach them how to fly.
You may have these wings I'm wearing,
if you teach them how to fly.
They feel just like two anchors,
not a ticket to the sky.

I think you could do this teaching,
because you know the way I feel.
I think you could do this teaching,
because you know just how I feel.
And you help me when I wonder
if a good thing can be real.

If you get these wings to flying,             
you may loan them back to me.
If you get these wings to flying,
you may loan them back to me.
For five minutes or an hour
I wo
Come Home, Baby, BluesSome people like to ramble,
but I've settled down.
Had enough of the highway,
now I'm staying in town.

Some people like to worry,
and I worry too.
They worry about themselves, babe,
and I worry about you.

Come home to me, baby,
come and sit by my side.
You can tell me the reasons
for the tears you have cried.

I know you've seen trouble,
'cause I know where you've been.
You can stay here with me, babe,
and not go there again.

I will make you some coffee,
or some tea if you like.
Between tea and coffee,
there's no wrong or right.

And all the devils you met,
we will send them to grace.
Of the harm that they did,
there will
No Time for the BluesI had no time for the blues,
but they had time for me.
They came to my house
about a quarter to three.

I had to get out of bed
when they knocked on the door.
But why had they come?
They would not tell me what for.

I was awake with the blues
for the rest of the night.
And oh, I saw the blues
by the dawn's early light.

It was a quarter to nine,
I had things I should do.
But I couldn't go out,
I was feeling so blue.

And so I said to the blues,
you must have somewhere to go.
They glanced at the time
and they answered me no.

I had no time for the blues
but the blues didn't care.
All the time in the world
is what the blues h
No Turning Around Blues
Going ninety miles an hour
down the highway alone.
Yeah, ninety miles an hour
down the highway alone.
Looking for a U-turn
so I can get back home.

Sometimes I go slower,
to check out what I pass.
I may go slower sometimes -
to check out what I pass.
Nothing ever looks familiar,
so I step on the gas.

Other drivers pass me,
going too fast for words.
Well, other drivers pass me,
going too fast for words.
They go off into the distance
and vanish there like birds.

The highway can be narrow
or it may be ten lanes wide.
It may be one or two lanes,
it may be ten lanes wide.
Is that the sea in the distance
or just a trick of the light?

My home is
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Maybe Tomorrow BluesI went to drive my car this morning,
but the tires were all flat.
The body was all rusted,
and there was no windshield glass.

I got in to start the engine,
and there was no driver's seat.
I was sitting on the floorboard
and staring at my feet.

I turned the key in the ignition
but I did not hear a sound.
I got out and raised the hood up -
all I saw there was the ground.

I could not drive my car this morning,  
but tomorrow who can say?
I may get up so bright and early,
jump in my car and drive away.

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Rambling Woman Blues

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All my biscuits are broken,
and I'm eating the crumbs.
Sometimes you just take it
any way that it comes.

Oh, my baby is rambling,
and I can't track her down.
It's three weeks tomorrow
since she rolled out of town.

And I know she's a good girl
and she won't do me wrong,
but the days are so empty
and the nights are too long.

I ate all the oysters
and I'm down to the shells.
You know we all do things
that none of us tells.

And my best friends are tired
of me singing the blues -
well, if I told the truth, friends,
I'd say I'm tired too.

But I need a companion
when I get so lowdown.
When my friends say, "Good night, Slim,"
the blues stick around.

When my baby gets back here,                  
I will send them away.
I'll say, "Thanks for your time, blues,
I don't need you today."

Every cat has its whiskers,
every dog has its day.
When your baby is rambling,
got to see it that way.
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~SZografos Mar 29, 2011
This is wonderful!
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*RichardLeach Mar 29, 2011  Professional Traditional Artist
Thank you very much!
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~SZografos Mar 29, 2011
my pleasure!
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*Markus43 Jan 26, 2011
it could be worse
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*RichardLeach Jan 27, 2011  Professional Traditional Artist
oh what a great track. i need to listen to more led zeppelin. thanks.

btw, have you heard Robert Plant's newest album - "Band of Joy"? very, very good.
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*Markus43 Jan 27, 2011
no...haven't heard....wow recorded in Nashville
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*RichardLeach Jan 28, 2011  Professional Traditional Artist
not a "country" record, though it has some acoustic strings - much better than the one with Alison Kraus last year
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!DaughterSky Oct 3, 2010
I'm a sucker for some bluesy broken biscuits.
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*RichardLeach Oct 3, 2010  Professional Traditional Artist
:D Thanks very much!
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!DaughterSky Oct 3, 2010
I'll be wanting butter and jam on those broken biscuits...
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