Sang a register up down to ‘do’ half notes and scales.. mode to register it leaves a beat pounds out the rails..
Of the blues train.. heart past ‘lovebane’.. cleared blues of dischord.. in the heart and mind blue pain.. new melodies.. new words..
Every city.. loved and pity have a wailing note.. listen! harp is city bluegrass.. mama lends her throat..
Southern Gospel.. got no Hostel.. always in the groove.. words of blues.. love innocent.. stay clean.. stay on the move..
You of hypocrites who punched and bit.. dug living with those lies.. one simple light of truth shows words an old friend so despised..
Came to build for passion.. thrills of chemical to sense.. despite the social wrong and right.. soul builds truth as a fence..
Or a light.. no need to fight.. horizon comes in fate.. a moment when the fears of any darkness behind any gate..
First exposed when ‘Trashcan Rose’ ponies to her dance.. seeing every good there ever was.. takes any chance..
Once found each moment true thins traffic on your road.. as you smile in joyful light.. you and your lightened load..