the witness in blues
grass never speaks father word leaves just don t make the page home keeps talking foreign to plains sounding stiff as old ears told there s no roll to land on so on i go give me the blindest boy and waits til i set up this domino hand betting on sinners doomed to their bitters oh please let that stream work for you working past where all go and keys turn mouths a way down low in the hole chaining gangs up on mountain dreams and whistle tops blow taps the old blue bird shoulders burden frown shut up stand up sprouts up jack in the pulpit just for crack skinned drunkard tambourine cause no sane man dances to a sermon preached while sugar baby dreams up god n soul for the love of brother hum and a sister s drone so give me burden or give me up cause i wont go down in the valley of the word unless the music keeps on dying that i may be and yes i ll do my damnedest to sing the rocks song high with the oldest words i know and with my own old broken drum beating on that sermon back where it s been so long sown mouth shut playing oncan t leave it ALONE Written December 27th, 2001 © on Jun 25 2002 02:27 AM PST, Frederic Jacob Gutknecht IV 0 • 13
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"grass never speaks..."