i was listening to a variety of folksy blues and jazz this evening...from tom waits to howlin' wolf. i thought it might be interesting to write what came to mind..what i could visualize, with each different song. to see if i could capture the feeling at all coming from each tune...
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Rustic & steady, aching with longing. But content with the slow, deliberate, meditative actions. Like that of a heron, knee deep in swamp.
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Low gaze lost in a memories ache. A slow rocking keeps him in the rhythm of his sorrow strong. The shadow cast from his hats brim obscures his deep set burdened eyes. His youthful promise lost in multitudes of heartache. Cigarette burnt to a stump.
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Sloshing in the spit fresh spittoon from the circle of sun tanned, wrinkled old farts, bobbing knees from the tap of their feet. Fingers wired and caked with age, still plucking away at the strings of hallowed instruments. Gaps in teeth, dusty eyes, sparsely weaved hats. Broken porch supports the howling weight. Singing: "OOOOOOOOH, you know I love you Baaaabe!"
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He's a man of his own. No one can take his will or soul. Alone and needin' nobody. No company but his musings by the firelight...He's the lone wanderer in the prairies of fox and owl. Though his weakness at heart -he hides with knife and glare, is no other
than woman; buxom and warm, ready to hold his head and kiss his tired eyes. He can't resist her.
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