Ray played in the dark.. dance music freedom way.. far away from petty things his beat would drive away..
Turn to music.. float in song beat.. outrun liars inc.. leave the nothing standing.. by a foggy landing.. blues came rocking true at honor’s brink..
Blind man passing freedom with his heart-song.. happy smiling.. maybe stoned but free.. a blind black true blue played in worlds of madness.. played a dance of free for you and me..
‘Tell the truth’ came one thunder lyric.. ‘Early in the Morning’ lovesick lost.. guess blind makes a man take time and notice.. things passed by others with a cost..
‘The Danger Zone’ a blind man reading papers.. news of social ways that come across..
In his gut he must have sensed a madness.. feel true sightless man who loved his work.. sung and played a world of sense and caring..
Shined a light where hidden hate may lurk..
So raise a glass for his sighted blindness.. celebrate.. get high in your own way.. dance his music played find that kindness.. a blind man watches.. hear those songs he played..
Blues about a love who left this morning.. blues about lost passion of night.. phrase to praise living joy in giving.. music lets you know it is all right..
Words for this day.. I heard it said that once in a studio Ray Charles demanded a slow bass with an interim between notes so long.. the sax player could walk across the stage.. and back before the second note was due.. I figure with that kind of speed everything is seen.. all the notes are heard.. Peace Tony