All she do is fuss, cuss and moan......

I've recently determined that song lyrics are my scriptures. Music has always been near and dear to my heart and kept me company thru good and bad. I've absorbed a ton of information about musicians who've caught my ear over the years and 1 thing is certain...Sometimes these songs and lyrics come very quickly as if from another energy source. Read about Cat Stevens and he will admit he had no idea what he was writing about in certain songs but they had meaning to others. Shame that undertow got him to give in. Call it divine or don't but in my opinion if we're made in gods image why couldn't a modern day person be a prophet of sorts? Take it one step further and why couldn't anyone in this world who's affected you in a way you will never forget be considered a prophet? I don't think the word should be reserved for 2k plus year old men who we will never know through their own words. I won't go any deeper with this one but I think if somebody inspires or shows you a map of what to expect through their own experience it's invaluable and for me it's songwriters, friends and family and a stranger or 2. If you find your map in religious text, friends or a glass of wine...amen to that as well. Now go fuck yourself and leave me alone, I got music to listen to, friends to write and wine to drink.

modern day prophet(reily)
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http://vimeo.com/7230076

A good week...........

Started out the previous weekend with a Jackie Greene show at the Crystal Bay with Jim and Jackie G....After the show about the time I was drunk he appeared near the Roulette table with similar imbalances. See pics. Next week was spent chilling with Ellie which was nice and Reily got to sing for her. Some pics of it all and the lyrics to a song I took with my little camera in its entirety.----------------
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The poor man’s soul is a diamond made of coal
He’s trying every day to survive
He makes his way, through the night and through the day
Sayin: “don’t it feel so good to be alive?”

Ah but I don’t want to end up like him
For he’s down on his knees every hour to pray
Sayin: “Lord, I been so good, just like I knew I should
So won’t you free me on my judgement day?”

She speaks good French sitting pretty on the bench
But I know she’s only after his Gold
She looks so fine, it’s naturally a crime
But she complains that she’s getting too old

So she tells her mama, that she’s falling in love
With a rich man who can take her far away
But the Wheel of Time, make her change her mind
The hour on her judgement day

Now that girl of mine, she ain’t the gentle kind
All she do is fuss, cuss and moan
Well I tried so hard, but it ain’t in the cards
So I’ll be leaving her alone

And if I’m right mama, you’ll have to sing to me
But if I’m wrong then I won’t be in your way
And if I find myself at the mercy of the law
Won’t you free me on my judgement day?