mama, mama, holding my hand in the storm. Audience participation so heavy in my dreams. The church choir is singing my favorite inspiration. God is alive. God is real. He is right here - in my hands. He is your gigs in funky little mid-western clubs. Roll with us baby, roll with us! Shower us with that funk, that country funk, backwoods, swamp and bayou funk. Way back into the bottom of slave ships and deep dark funky screams that caress our souls and make us pat our feet to the rhythm, to the blues, to the jazz, and to the music in your heart. Makes us want to dance and so I play, I play, I play! Walking through this mild pain up-tempo sensitivity, open to the four winds. I want you to feel this thing I feel when finger touches strings, this strange thing that kisses my lips, whispers in my ears, embraces all that I am. This thing called love. Love with no one to receieve it. Love with no one understand it. Love with no one to care for it. Musical discontent in a trance, eyes rollijng back into my head. Need something no, not that. My head needs something! No! not that! Temporary pleasure. temporary pleasure becomes permanent emotions that separate, leaving me in so many many places. Musical genius. Human demon. So fragile. So vulnerable. So very real to myself. All Ive got is your appreciation! Please listen! It is so lonely, so very lonely down here, and all of this sound - all of this passion forcing itself upon my reason. This is for you mama, this is for you. For all of the worry. For all of the tears wasted on worthless days. For all of the times that I climbed into my fears without praying. For all of the bitterness and rage youve turned into magic and beauty. And now I lay me down to sleep, I pray my soul the music will keep, up to the bridge - I hear the chord, taking me home to meet my lord. I leave you my soul, I leave you my heart. One more solo, before I depart. Mama, mama, holding my hand in the storm. Audience participation so heavy in my dreams. The church choir is singing my favorite inspiration. God is real, God is alive, he is right here - in my hands. Listening!
Posted on: Mon, 22 Sep 2014 06:05:40 +0000
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