August BluesI try to be good and I try to be strong.But you know how it is,sometimes things just go wrong.I had been on the roadsince way back in July. And my feet were so sorethat I thought I could fly.And my hopes were so thinthey had become razor-sharp.I had to wrap them in ragsor they would cut me apart.I came into this townbecause I needed some rest -never thought it was worst,never thought it was best.Some folks think they know me,and I don't really mind.There are some things about methey're unlikely to find.There is fear in this place as there is everywhere.It leads to damage and
Breaking Down the Door BluesHear them pound on the door -they're about to break in.We were fighting a fightwe had no way to win.And all that we madewill be broken and fall,but we did what we couldand we gave it our all.Now it's ending like thisand there's no more to do,I want you to know that I always loved you.Sometimes we would run,sometimes we would hide,and I wouldn't trade oneof my years at your side.And there's only one waythat the pounding will stop -but here's a bottle of wineand a glass, fill it up.Have we got a guitar?Go on, tune every string.Till they break down the door,you know we can still si
...and a static poem....well...needs words (more or less)
elegantly entangled like
lifes own constant changing in its
endless journey of
conflicting emotions
towards the
enlightenment of
differences
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Great selection!