hmmm gillian welch, sigh.
"they look sick and stoned and strangely dressed
no one showed from the local press
but watched him walk through the bottomland
and I wished I played in a rock 'n' roll band
It was the fourteenth day of april..."
and then later same album "and he shook it like a chorus girl..."
also have been enjoying the poet Louise Erdrich
"Of course i planted a great, full bush of roses on his grave.
Who else would give the butcher roses but his wife?
Each summer, I am reminded of the heart surging from his vest,
Mocking all the high stern angels
By pounding for their spread skirts."
and later same volume
"Whatever intactness holds animals up
has been carefully taken, what's left are the parts.
Just look in the cases, all counted and stacked."
back to Gillian
and he shook it and it rained like silver, and he shook it and it rained like gold...he shook it and it beat that steam drill, bless my soul bless my soul.
no one showed from the local press
but watched him walk through the bottomland
and I wished I played in a rock 'n' roll band
It was the fourteenth day of april..."
and then later same album "and he shook it like a chorus girl..."
also have been enjoying the poet Louise Erdrich
"Of course i planted a great, full bush of roses on his grave.
Who else would give the butcher roses but his wife?
Each summer, I am reminded of the heart surging from his vest,
Mocking all the high stern angels
By pounding for their spread skirts."
and later same volume
"Whatever intactness holds animals up
has been carefully taken, what's left are the parts.
Just look in the cases, all counted and stacked."
back to Gillian
and he shook it and it rained like silver, and he shook it and it rained like gold...he shook it and it beat that steam drill, bless my soul bless my soul.