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GOOD SAD OL' BLUES
how your callouses
scrape across
the strings
and make that long slide,
and E lays flat,
and stretched out
and languorous,
and melds into A
and then into B7,
and that sweet
ugly moan,
how it comes up
as though pulled
from deeper'n bone
so it's the only
sound left
and so deep
and sad
and goddamn blue
it pulls the tears
out with it
scrape across
the strings
and make that long slide,
and E lays flat,
and stretched out
and languorous,
and melds into A
and then into B7,
and that sweet
ugly moan,
how it comes up
as though pulled
from deeper'n bone
so it's the only
sound left
and so deep
and sad
and goddamn blue
it pulls the tears
out with it
Published 5th Jan 2021
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5th Jan 2021 2:13pm
well this is just an absolute treat this morning! Well done. Very well done.
5th Jan 2021 5:02pm
Thanks, Daisy. I'm so glad you enjoyed it.
Santa brought a record player. I've been listening to the old vinyl.
There's really nothing like it.
Santa brought a record player. I've been listening to the old vinyl.
There's really nothing like it.
