Music sweet music

Blues pourin over you like a heat wave--a heat wave in the deep south, one of those shimmering and sweltering waves that intoxicates your mind with a groan.

Body
That slide dragging lazily back and forth and back across the fretboard as fluid and natural as the blood coursing through your veins.
Heartbeat: a stomp, stomp, stomp on the slouchin old wood porch.
Music infested bones.

Mind
Lyrics chilling and haunting and full of bravado and triumph, truth and lore...
A flourish of the finger executed perfectly after years of time-wearied concentration.

Soul
That wailing, unholy beauty. The painful drive. Singin always singin [whether there are feathers and angels in your voice, or a dirty barrel full of gravel spilling and grinding into the ground].

Yes, that is the blues.

Headlong to Doom

This is a country/western song I've been writing in the style of Johnny Cash:

Headlong to Doom

Verse One:
Red, white, & blue scars across your face:
The crest of a hero in love with power's embrace,
Oh, sinnin' saint.
So patriotic, young, & full of fight
For any god & country, destroy & delight,
No end in sight. So blind, no end in sight.

Verse Two:
Seein' stars, & stripes of bloody wounds.
No man is victorious when gunshots make you swoon
Headlong to doom.
Oh, once a soldier also was a groom;
He fell, never grew older, cried "Son I never knew,
Still in her womb... forgive me, son, in her womb."

*Dobro Solo*

Verse Three:
I roam down the highway on dirt the colour of rust.
The air shimmers before me. A mirage that I mistrust
Forms in the dust.
I see myself a shining stallion,
No scars, so naive. I sought medallions,
but no war is won--I know--no war is won.

Refrain:
Headlong to doom.
Headlong to doom.
Headlong, headlong to doom...