The folk song

Just come back from stewarding a couple of days at a folk week, I love the music so much, and the atmosphere is so strange and lively.

The folk song

I can not sing like you.
Can not play like you,
but let me listen,
because when I do,
I can hear a thousand voices,
singing to me alone,
I hear emotion,
I hear of ancient love,
I hear of ancient sadness,
It teaches me something about everything,
and everyone.

Ex 24/8

Listen to 'lemon tree' by peter, paul and mary

Pensive

 I haven't posted in this blog for a very long time, so i'm coming back !

Pensive

Why don't you follow us? Keep the right side of that door?
Because, law, i still abide by it.
Why can't you move on? Forget that which happened before?
Because, knowledge, I still know it.
Why can't you be happy? Why don't you smile more?
Because, happiness, i overthought it.

Pegs, each one a smile,
hang me out to dry,
permenant, unmoveable.
The line of thought.
I hang.

17/6

'Come down'

Step down
from your high horse,
change that frown
set your features to a new course.
It wouldn't hurt to smile
at me
it wouldn't be hard to look
at me.
But you just like everyone to think
you are the one who came out worse.
16/6