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Tony Moffeit |
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the blues burning like a midnight sun looking for a line to begin a poem i find instead the wild rivers of your eyes through the smoke drifting like a dream through the bar and as we dance i close my eyes holding you as close as words to me the blues burning like a midnight sun thinking back to the zen monk hanging by a loose branch over the edge of a cliff a mountain lion above, five thousand feet below, a rat gnawing on the branch, so he picks a berry and thinks "how delicious!" the blue haze of the saloon sliding behind your profile the gorgeous smell of the steel mill mixed with your perfume shack bully stomp baby make me a road tramp need some kinda outlaw jelly roll got the lonesome devil blues like it better than alcohol shack bully stomp baby calls me lightnin slim i rambled into her place one night groanin like a bullfrog and when i got there she turned off the light she's a woman who understood my lone wolf ways called herself the bitch from hell told her i liked a woman with a sense of humor found out later she was serious lady day the pain made pure a woman alone lester's sax blowing cool and breezy don't worry about me she sang i'll get along somehow and the night entered her skin a sleepwalker in a death parade and her pulse was slowing the rhythm slowing blood fever flushed back on the bandstand she was born to sing and her twin was a saxophonist her hole card was her voice infinity caught in a moan and her mirror was black the endless void of her addiction and she carried her loneness not as a crutch but as a creation and that man on sax the smoke of her mirror the last blues left standing in the dark ring of desire robert johnson demon love juju mama blues conjure wail wild born mojo graveyard air a piece of chalk for the tombstone the deal gone down and the night is evil been down the backroad trail shacktown jumpin dark and lonely at the crossroads wail blues wail from body to bartered soul shake baby shake shake on the sawdust floor juke joint juju wail blues wail take the power from the black cat bone conjure night dark and lonely at the crossroads got mojo got blues got the low down sound hangin around the deal gone down and the night is evil greyhound get ready to go the blues are bleeding on the backstreets you threw the dice that came up snake eyes dark and lonely the deal gone down |