A collaboration this week ... my thoughts on Leadbelly are sparse, so lyrics right now -- subject to changes --
World turning too fast to dig my grave
Guess I'll have to live another day
It hurts to shine, yeah
Like glass staining your spine
Moving pictures drawing on my mind
An artist's hands made me a
little kinder
It hurts to pine, yeah,
Like a cold wind crying
Had a shoebox full of spit
Everybody wanted to stick their sisters in it
But we couldn't find the time,
We were trading souls for dimes
Packed you your lunch my lungs in a sack
Carried me over country on your back
I heard you're doin fine
Yeah well so am I
Some thoughts from the West Coast to the East Bank about song and place
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