Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Coffee...

The first result of tonight's shoot with Katy, an adventurous British ex-pat living here in NYC.



And listening to Mark Lanegan, which is pretty much a constant around here...

Listen. If you want to.

"There was nothing I could do...

Where's Willie John?
Dead so long
Born to fall, nothing at all
Who's gonna grieve
When you're gone?
I once believed
I wouldn't bleed

I seen all these good looking women
While I'm getting off the plane
Remember where my baby is
Start thinkin' 'bout my baby

All she ever knew was trouble
And for much I was to blame
But when I heard the news that night
I went down like a satellite

And when my world stood still that night
I dropped like a satellite

She never knew how much I loved her
She never knew how much I cared
I thought I'd get back to my special one
I thought I'd get on a lucky run
Uhhh

I said I'd get back to my special one
I said I'd get on a lucky run
God damn

Where's Willie John?
Dead so long
Born to fall, like nothing at all
Now who's gonna grieve
When you're gone?
I once believed I'd never bleed

But lord I'm all alone tonight
Don't the sun love it's satellite?
Ahhh

Lord I'm all alone tonight
Don't the sun love it's satellite?
I don't know

See...seein' all these good looking women
And remember where my baby is
Start thinkin' 'bout my baby
Remember where my baby is
Start me thinkin' 'bout my baby
Where's my baby?"

2 comments:

Tanya said...

i think i would like you to write a post and some how incorporate " Beast of Burden" think of this as a sort of request like emailing a literal DJ/poet ;)

D.L. Wood said...

Ah....a cup of coffee never looked better.

Nice job.

D.L. Wood