Gillian Welch remember the sweetest winds they still blow across the south

In South Carolina there are many tall pines I remember the oak tree that we used to climb
But now when I'm lonesome, I always pretend That I'm getting the feel of a hickory wind

I started out younger at most everything but I'm younger now history my dear friend
All the riches and pleasures, what else could life bring?
But it makes me feel better each time it begins Calling me home, hickory wind

It's a hard way to find out that trouble is real In a far away city, with a far away feel
But it makes me feel better each time it begins Calling me home, hickory wind Keeps calling me home, hickory wind

sexy & good-looking & a pleasure to talk to forever.

Jennifer, I said to her at her bat mitzvah, surrounded by Sapirstein cousins, all with prime-time haircuts, wearing thin-strapped slip dresses that fluttered prettily around their narrow thighs while Jennifer's clung damply to her full back and puckered around the waistband of her panty hose, Jennifer, your Hebrew was gorgeous, your speech was witty, and you are a really, really interesting young woman. She watched her second cousin toss long, shiny red hair and sighed. Jennifer, I said, and when I pressed my hand on her arm she shivered (and I thought, Does no one touch you?), Jennifer, I know I don't know you very well, but believe me, they will have peaked in three years and you will be sexy and good-looking and a pleasure to talk to forever. She blushed, that deep, mottled raspberry stain fair-skinned girls show, and I left her alone.


The Gates are Closing -by Amy Bloom in Zoetrope: All-Story: Back Issue
(collected in A Blind Man Can See How Much I Love You)

a way with a file

freakwater/lyrics
Dog Gone Wrong

Slack up on the rope and she's bound to roam
Pulling up/out stakes/steaks and spitting out the bone
Give her an inch, she's looking for a mile
Give her a cake she's looking for a file
Give her a kiss, she's gonna suck the gold right out of your mouth
Give her a car and she'll be headed South


Guy Clark, She Aint Goin Nowhere Tabs, Chords, Lyrics

And the wind had its way with her hair.
And the blues had a way with her smile.
And she had a way of her own.
Like prisoners have a way with a file.

                       G          D(5) G/d(3) D
Well the wind had its way with her h---ai---r
    Em            A            D
And the blues have a way with her smile
            G        D(5) G/d(3) D
And she had a way of her o----w-----n
  A                          D
Like prisoners have a way with a file

what does that mean, what is a prisoner's way with a file ~ covert ~ secreted away, privately held, ~ nourished (worked at little every day)

..the water

You left the water running, when you left me alone.
Dan Penn

You don't miss your water, 'til your well run dry.
William Bell

The Jeannie C.

Composed by Stan Rogers | © Fogarty's Cove Music

Come all ye lads, draw near to me, that I be not forsaken
This day was lost the Jeannie C. and my living has been taken

I'll go to sea no more

We set out his day in the bright sunrise, the same as any other
My son and I and old John Price in the boat named for my mother

I'll go to sea no more

Now it's well you know what the fishing has been, it's been scarce and hard and cruel
But this day, by God, we sure caught cod, and we sang and we laughed like fools

I'll go to sea no more

I'll never know what it was we struck, but strike we did like thunder
John Price give a cry and pitched overside. Now it's forever he's gone under

I'll go to sea no more

Now a leak we've sprung, let there be no delay if the Jeannie C. we're saving John Price is drown'd and slip'd away.
So I'll patch the hole while you're bailing

I'll go to sea no more

But no leak I found from bow to hold. No rock it was that got her
But what I found made me heart stop cold, for every seam poured water

I'll go to sea no more.

My God, I cried as she went down. That boat was like no other
My father built her when I was nine, and named her for my mother

I'll go to sea no more

And sure I could have another made in the boat shop down in Dover
But I would not love the keel they laid like the one the waves roll over

I'll go to sea no more

So come all ye lads, draw near to me, that I be not forsaken
This day was lost the Jeannie C. and my whole life has been taken

I'll go to sea no more


to-me classic. like Annabelle Lee, like The Highway Man. all hit same note? what note? Red-Headed Stranger, too. a story, about the past: I once loved, now over.
and the sea. Wreck of the Deutschland. My God, My God.
and, "So my friend carry me down to the water's edge And then sail with me out to that ocean deep And let me go easy down over the side And remember me to her."
parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
very classic, very pretty: no more. to sea. I'll go.