Tag: writing
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Tree
Sometimes it’s nice to be up before the world.Sitting at the back door till the daylight returns.Rain falling softly.Jason Isbell playing.Cup of tea in hand.The thing that always struck me about town, compared to the city,is a different kind of quiet.I swear my voice can…
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Pale Horse
Pale horse,running through the woods at night,down the old trails where they never built the houses.Where we played as kids.Am I dreaming?Sitting at that kitchen table,or maybe that old wooden table,where I wrote so many songs when I was starting out.Trying to scrape meaningfrom three…
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Context
**** Trigger Warning **** Contains Swearing Two friends talking about a mutual pal.Someone you can rely on.Says, “Aye, that cunt’s sound.”See two folk on the bus,a few cans to the wind.One shouts to the other,“Why are you acting the cunt?”Crowd trying to stop a couple…
