All The Lost Soles

So ground this earth of people on muds that dirt the slate to clay palaces on the stoop of life,

as the at Set is determined by the grades of the jest than the world inks the stats with sticks,

tree stoned to spindle the thread.

Creative branch to this value on the slight Opera lights,

choirs Coral a rockers stature with the lull a by sting,

in trippers to Falls the origin of the ankles spring.

Beacons House to tribe the Foundation of the Save,

for ships in the Storms of Humanity have graves,

tombs to slabs Cold deaths with gunned bred,

the Answer is not the Saucer to the spills.

Once Upon a done the dead are in the sound,

thrifty to the echo it is With the cope that bares,

missing dg I gave to the reception of range,

a Man that sang to a girl on the shed.

Razors slop to the chained swim I dance to the Worth a still,

breathe the slumber or Waltz the Mills,

for in the Woven the fleece either Warm or fever sweats.

To envelope the desire to afford the steeper dial I crawl you a Note,

in the said to the had dg belled me a Care without the demise of stoked,

at that hug I was towarded to James Blunt as the canter Posted the exacts to Stead.

Heady are the syncs as the lost hugs embrace the forward hiccups with a fashion to being,

a set of arms that did not dead land my brain to bastard status as the sling,

no it was a lullaby to the silence of the pain within my desk to mankinds breast.

Simply I station a bearing for the shower in the Public lavatories that cinch Tub death,

find the part of your Tell and encounter the Bread with understanding a San Francisco leadership scene,

the Top Hats and Handsome typed me an actual factor,

how to be 'Just Love' in the real of a daily sing,

that patience and vocal ring from dg gave me the ears to see and the eyes to listen to that Every bring.

Blues & Lullabies by dg

When the Flow Goes

The flow of that stream trickles down so thin,

                life's summer heat takes its toll

The flow of that dream, it goes on its own though,

                   like smoke through that window

                                                       And you and the coyotes did sing your songs

                                         for love and home, and on the roam

                                                         Even when the wind did howl across the plains

                          or when the night was calm

Oh the town sits so still on the river banks

                     when the boats don't come down

and that whippoorwill still sounds so blue

         in the silence all around.

Those honky-tonk nights soon lost their glow

                  except for the beat and the tune

It became a fright for you to keep up

                  you'd rather howl--at the moon

                                                           You can't believe you've become a rebel again

                        from friends and family

                                                              you still look for that light, to rise like the dawn

                                           down the road, to keep you company

Townes, we needed you, here on the earth

                                                    here on this earth, with your songs and your strings

Here's to all the hearts, of songs and rhymes

                                            known or unknown, who were born just to sing*

Your mind still runs like a road at midnight

            and that truck driving man,

hauling his load to everywhere,

              all alone, all across the land

                           And when your melodies

                                     start coming back on you

                                 such a comfort, sad and blue

                                                          And the grace you have known, is ever untold

                            that keeps, and covers you.

dg ink
Recorded at Trickle Creek Studios
Garberville, California
copyright Don Garrett
*Contains musical elements from If I Needed You written by Townes Van Zandt, published by JTVZ Music (ASCAP), Katie Belle Music (ASCAP), and Will Van Zandt Publishing (ASAAP)/Administered by Bug.