I don’t sing for love of singing or to show off my voice but for the statements made by my honest guitar for its heart is of the earth and like the dove it goes flying…. endlessly as holy water blessing the brave and the dying so my song has found a purpose as Violeta (Parra) would say. Yes, my guitar is a worker shining and smelling of spring my guitar is not for killers greedy for money and power But for the people who labor so that the future may flower. For a song takes on a meaning when its own heart beat is strong sung by a man who will die singing truthfully singing his song. I don’t care for adulation or so that strangers may weep. I sing for a far strip of country narrow but endlessly deep. backstreets/setlists.html
Posted on: Fri, 13 Sep 2013 11:49:22 +0000
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