Originally Posted By: Greg Johnson
Originally Posted By: floyd jane
Such an interesting narrative, Robert.

A truly beautifully descriptive lyric.

"past the freeway that buried this town"
"city lights the unreachable shore"
"conducting his private storm"
"cutting golden life in ripples"
"when the wheat turns the colour of her hair"
"calls her name as a prayer"

...and many more...

The heart of folk music. Enjoyed.

floyd


Yes! Very nicely told story. The "band" was absolutely perfect. Love the finger-picked guitar and fiddle. Your vocal is as good as I've heard from you (or almost anyone else). Really excellent work!! Take care. Greg


Greg,
You are too kind... but I`ll take the kudos on the "band" as mixing the rock waltz guitar & drums with bluegrass fiddle & acoustic guitar did take some work.

Robert

Originally Posted By: Janice & Bud
That is a superb write and performance Robert. There are literally too many wonderful lines to pick out a favorite. Janice and I both were captured and taken back to your world.

What a gift to be able to remember in such rich imagery and then have the skills to reduce it to pure poetry. My childhood years are a blur with occasional glimpses of clarity...but not often.

Your choice of RT's is both interesting and effective and the mix works very nicely with your vocal.

"The heart of folk music" indeed.

J&B



Janice & Bud,

That`s much appreciated.
I was a wordy kid who didn`t write much until way later... when I discovered I had a pretty good memory too.

Robert