Folk Queue
let there be songs to fill the air
Sunday, November 28, 2010
But I Am Most In Need Of Hope
Tom Russell
"Guadalupe"
Raleigh, NC
6/13/10
There are ghosts out in the rain tonight/High up in those ancient trees/Lord, I've given up without a fight/Another blind fool on his knees/And all the Gods that I've abandoned/Begin to speak in simple tongues/Lord, suddenly I've come to know/There are no roads left to run/Now it's the hour of dogs a-barking/That's what the old ones used to say/It's first light or it's sundown/Before the children cease their play/When the mountains glow like mission wine/And turn grey like a Spanish roan/Ten thousand eyes will stop to worship/And turn away and head on home/She is reaching out her arms tonight/Lord, my poverty is real/I pray roses shall rain down on me/From Guadalupe on her hill/But who am I to doubt these mysteries/Cured in centuries of blood and candle smoke/I am the least of all your pilgrims here/I am most in need of hope/She appeared to Juan Diego/She left her image on his cape/Five hundred years of sorrow/Have not destroyed their deepest faith/But here I am your ragged disbeliever/Old doubting Thomas drowns in tears/As I watched your church sink through the earth/Like a heart worn down through fear/She is reaching out her arms tonight/Lord, my poverty is real/I pray roses shall rain down on me/From Guadalupe on her hill/But who am I to doubt these mysteries/Cured in centuries of blood and candle smoke/I am the least of all your pilgrims here/But I am most in need of hope/I am the least of all your pilgrims here/But I am most in need of hope
Friday, November 26, 2010
She Belongs To Me
Grateful Dead
Chula Vista, Ca. 9/15/85
she never stumbles
she's got no place to fall
she's nobody's child
the Law can't touch her at all
--bob dylan (from "she belongs to me ")
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
It Takes A Lot To Laugh, It Takes A Train To Cry
Molly Tuttle:
"It Takes A Lot To Laugh, It Takes A Train To Cry "
with The Tuttles and AJ Lee
Strawberry Music Festival 2010
now the wintertime is coming
the windows are filled with frost
i went to tell everybody
but i could not get across
well i wanna be your lover, baby
i don’t wanna be your boss
don’t say i never warned you
when your train gets lost
--bob dylan