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Re: Poets’ Graves Blues Train
Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 5:29 pm
by barrie
I'm told that men have died, girl
just fighting for your hive -
So many men have died, girl
just fighting for your hive -
your honey may be sweet, babe
but I don't like to taste your jive.
Re: Poets’ Graves Blues Train
Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2007 2:28 am
by Lake
But I don’t like to taste your jive
No matter what promise you’ve made
But I don’t like to taste your jive
No matter what promise you’ve made
There’s no never nor forever
Beautiful flowers will fade
Thanks Dave.
Re: Poets’ Graves Blues Train
Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 5:09 pm
by barrie
All your flowers will fade, babe
and time will brown your leaves -
All your flowers will fade, babe
and time will brown your leaves -
the months turn into years, girl
and all the years are thieves.
Re: Poets’ Graves Blues Train
Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 7:27 pm
by Lake
If all the years are thieves, my dear
how could you wear your mask so long
If all the years are thieves, my dear
how could you wear your mask so long
Watch that loon nest by the river,
duck and drake hatching all along
Re: Poets’ Graves Blues Train
Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2007 12:18 am
by kozmikdave
Ducks and drakes down by the river
Gettin' down an' layin' nests
Ducks and drakes down by the river
Gettin' down an' layin' nests
But you an' me, babe, we bin fightin'
You an' me, we're in a mess.
Re: Poets’ Graves Blues Train
Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2007 11:16 am
by Lake
You an’me, we’re in a mess,
Unable to find the end of yarn
You an’me, we’re in a mess,
Unable to find the end of yarn
"It’s none of our faults", you say
Gloves feel different with a darn
Re: Poets’ Graves Blues Train
Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 8:03 am
by kozmikdave
Gloves would feel different if they're patched up
Cold winds turnin' my fingers blue
Said these gloves need patchin' up, honey
Those cold winds turn my fingers blue
If you can be my puppet, girl
Can I warm them up on you?
Re: Poets’ Graves Blues Train
Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 4:56 pm
by Lake
Can I warm your hands up?
Can you open your heart?
Can I warm your hands up?
Can you open your heart?
Day after day petals drift down
Year after year rivers flow past
Sorry for my crap, Dave.
Re: Poets’ Graves Blues Train
Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 5:09 pm
by barrie
Year after year that ol' river flows,
year after year the delta blues moan -
Year after year that ol' river flows,
year after year the delta blues moan -
about love gone bad
or just getting back home.
Re: Poets’ Graves Blues Train
Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 5:44 pm
by Lake
Just getting back home, dear -
wind whispers sweet nothings in my ear
just getting back home, dear -
wind whispers sweet nothings in my ear
to the south wild geese flying
down to the root withered leaves falling
Re: Poets’ Graves Blues Train
Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 9:00 am
by barrie
Well the black root is withering you
and your leaves fall all around,
that old black root is withering you,
your leaves fall all around.
Before next spring comes knocking,
you'll be deep down in the ground.
Re: Poets’ Graves Blues Train
Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 11:21 am
by Lake
You’ll be deep down in the ground
Has the train reached the terminal?
You’ll be deep down in the ground
Have we reached the terminal?
Let me get out of the underground
Pitch-dark in the English Channel.
Re: Poets’ Graves Blues Train
Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 8:52 pm
by kozmikdave
It's pitch-dark in the English Channel
Feels like my boat is gonna sink
It's pitch-dark in the English Channel
Feels like my boat is gonna sink
I was wishing you could hold me, Mama,
But there ain't no time to think.
Re: Poets’ Graves Blues Train
Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 2:19 am
by marten
There ain't no time to think,
when you got these hard-time blues.
Ain't no time to think, babe,
with these hard-time, killin' floor blues.
Thought got no place here in these back-woods,
only room fo' a man's instincts.
Re: Poets’ Graves Blues Train
Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 3:11 am
by Lake
only room fo' a man's instincts
I simply let you go, let you go
only room fo' a man's instincts
I simply let you go, let you go
For my tears won’t do nothing
So if it snows, let it snow
Re: Poets’ Graves Blues Train
Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 11:20 am
by barrie
If it snows, woman
well let it snow in June -
If it snows, woman
then let it snow in June -
You've gone so cold on me momma,
winter can't come too soon.
Re: Poets’ Graves Blues Train
Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 12:48 pm
by Lake
Winter can’t come to us too soon
seize the day, enjoy the last breath of fall
winter can’t come to us too soon
go outside, breathe the last breath of fall
there’s nothing wrong to say farewell
it’s a matter of fate after all
Re: Poets’ Graves Blues Train
Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 5:03 pm
by barrie
Well it's all a matter of fate,
white spots on chicken livers -
Well it's all a matter of fate,
white spots on chicken livers -
That voodoo makes sends my soul cold
and shamans give me shivers.
Re: Poets’ Graves Blues Train
Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 6:52 pm
by Lake
Shamans give me shivers
and your self-ego makes me sick
Shamans give me shivers
and your self-ego makes me sick
the fire in the fireplace dwindles
like a candle in the wind flicks
Re: Poets’ Graves Blues Train
Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 1:59 am
by kozmikdave
You're like a candle in a hurricane
Useless like your mama are
You're like a candle in a hurricane
Useless like your mama are
Why don't you drag your sad arse home
From this goddam bar
Re: Poets’ Graves Blues Train
Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 5:21 am
by Lake
From this goddam bar
Smoke swirls like a snake
From this goddam bar
Smoke swirls like a snake
Madonna sings and rocks
To the tune that makes me ache
"You're like a candle in a hurricane", powerful.
Re: Poets’ Graves Blues Train
Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 4:24 pm
by Oskar
Well I have soaked my best black thong
in a lizard king pill-box hippy hat
I have soaked my best black thong
in a lizard king pill-box hippy hat
Well it shrank and killed my hard-on
I hear eunuching, that is that
Re: Poets’ Graves Blues Train
Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 12:50 pm
by barrie
All these tunes just make me ache
and the whiskey gets me high -
All these tunes just make me ache
and the whiskey gets me high -
I'll be leaving in the morning,
won't be saying no goodbye.
Oskar - Jump on the back of the train. You're heading down a different track.
Re: Poets’ Graves Blues Train
Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2007 12:58 am
by Lake
I won’t be saying no goodbye
but hop on a bus and never turn back
I won’t be saying no goodbye
but hop on a bus and never turn back
The rain pelting on the window
a crippled bird cries so sad
Re: Poets’ Graves Blues Train
Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2007 8:03 am
by kozmikdave
You're singin' like a sad and crippled bird
I want to take you in my palm
You're singin' like a sad and crippled bird
I want to hold you in my palm
But I know its all just for the show, baby
coz no one never done you no harm