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:
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 ;)
Ah....a cup of coffee never looked better.
Nice job.
D.L. Wood
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