@easyfriend71 And so very beautifully each time. Sometimes reminds me of Indian classical music which sounds like nuanced homages to the ether of tradition. Very rich narrative position nevertheless
Too many birds in one tree Too many birds in one tree And the sky is full of black and screaming leaves The sky is full of black and screaming And one more bird Then one more bird And one last bird And another One last black bird without a place to land One last black bird without a place to be Turns around in hopes to find the place it last knew rest Oh black bird, over black rain burn This is not where you last knew rest You fly all night to sleep on stone The heartless rest that in the morn, we'll be gone You fly all night to sleep on stone, to return to the tree with too many birds Too many birds Too many birds If If you If you could If you could only If you could only stop If you could only stop your If you could only stop your heart If you could only stop your heart beat If you could only stop your heart beat for If you could only stop your heart beat for one heart If you could only stop your heart beat for one heart beat
@BascomLunsford Yeah, I agree. You seem interested in a way that is optimistic. Reminds me of a Langston Hughes quip: he said that the blues is "hopeless hope." Check out me 78 rpm blog if you like - recentkickass78s.wordpress
