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.
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.