tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62694168497024127622024-08-30T03:00:29.934-04:00Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269416849702412762.post-68415183876916039292008-09-03T00:53:00.007-04:002008-09-03T11:17:16.398-04:00Momma you walk too fast<br />I can't keep up with you<br />I'm still a little child<br />The way is hard<br /><br />This road's too long and now you've gone so far<br />That you can't see me waving goodbye<br />Momma I love you and I miss you though you are here<br />Beside me<br /><br />Wish I could turn the time<br />Wish I could stay the tide<br />Wish you remembered me<br /><br />This road's too long and now you've gone so far<br />That you can't see me waving goodbye<br />Momma I love you and I miss you though you are here<br />Beside meUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269416849702412762.post-74630163846617878322008-08-28T01:07:00.012-04:002008-09-03T11:18:32.411-04:00She's been walking all night long<br />No place to rest her head<br />She's a restless shadow<br />slipping past the dreamers<br />But then the morning comes<br />and she's still standing strong<br /><br />Hear her sing<br />I can fly with a broken wing<br />Faith will carry me<br />I can fly with a broken wing<br />Right into loveUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269416849702412762.post-73153338108073070712008-08-21T10:40:00.017-04:002008-09-03T11:18:07.870-04:00<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7WqQlg7Yr6c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7WqQlg7Yr6c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />I'm swimmin' in a river of tears<br />Sad days comin' since you went away<br />And left me standin' alone on a mountain of blues<br /><br />R.I.P.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Issac Hayes </span><br /><br />08/20/1942 - 08/10/2008<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Alex "Lil' Bill" Wallace</span><br /><br />10/20/1924 - 08/10/2008<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Hosea Leavy</span><br /><br />11/26/1927 - 08/12/2008<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jerry Wexler<br /><br /></span>01/10/ 1917 – 08/15/2008<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Little Arthur Duncan<br /><br /></span>02/5/1934 - 08/20/ 2008<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Phil Guy<br /><br /></span>04/28/1940 - 08/20/ 2008Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269416849702412762.post-43043913030179072952008-08-21T01:29:00.011-04:002008-08-25T10:53:10.926-04:00Write me hard<br />I need some Black Snake words<br />Slip me in between some sweet blue notes<br />And drown me in your tears<br /><br />Write me hard<br />I need some Black Snake words<br />Sing me all the way down<br />And let me rise up out of here<br />When the music comes I got no more fears<br /><br />Write me hard<br />Slip in some sweet blue notes<br />Play me like a slide guitar<br />I need some Black Snake words<br />So tell me, tell me you're comin' back to town<br />Let me write you, write you hardUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269416849702412762.post-78651388624774055922008-08-20T12:54:00.005-04:002008-08-20T13:17:08.474-04:00<object width="425" height="349"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5LlxRX8fgsU&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5LlxRX8fgsU&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269416849702412762.post-74827312660898776222008-08-20T02:32:00.010-04:002008-08-20T12:21:49.359-04:00Red car licking flame down neon-soaked streets,<br />leaves me stranded in white vapor<br />and it feels like dreaming.<br /><br />Standing under cool blues raining down from rooftops,<br />pouring out of open windows<br />feels like leaving.<br /><br />There's an angel living in an ivory tower;<br />she burns like Vulcan's fire.<br />She keeps a golden cat tied to a platinum chain<br />but he still sleeps with one eye open<br />'cause he knows that she's not tame.<br />He lays no blame.<br />She's his atonement. He is her sin.<br /><br />Standing under cool blues raining down from rooftops,<br />pouring out of open windows.<br />Feels like leaving.<br /><br />Red car licking flame<br />down neon-soaked streets<br />leaves me stranded in white vapor<br />and it feels like dreaming.<br /><br />Over in the alley that's where John lives,<br />backed against a wall.<br />Ragged fingernails and clothes -<br />he was us once, such a long, long time ago.<br /><br />He prays for love and for forgiveness.<br />He prays for all the passers by.<br />He prays his Mother,<br />will come to take him home.<br />Those tears are blood, they're invocations.<br />See how he's pinned?<br />No one's going to take him in.<br /><br />Standing under cool blues raining down from rooftops,<br />pouring out of windows.<br />Feels like leaving.<br /><br />Red car, neon-soaked, white vapor dream.<br />Feels like dying, crying, dreaming.<br />Feels like leaving.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0