Janis

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A pure honest voice,
Soaked in Mississippi Delta blues
And Southern Comfort®.
A cathartic melodic scream
Singing songs to broken hearts.
Smile of an angel
Laughter of someone who knows
What its like to fall.

5/10/17

Inspired by Kindra’s recent post about Janis Joplin.

Photo by David Gahr via JanisJoplin.com

Between Midnight and the Day

Walking down the highway
Between midnight and the day
Not knowing where to go
Not knowing what to say

So used to the darkness
That the light feels so wrong
So used to the Blues
That I can’t sing any other song

Your memory no longer haunts me,
But the scars you left run deep.
You took my heart as it was freely given,
But the pain was mine to keep

Crossroads Revisited

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Robert Johnson

Crossroads Revisited
For Robert Johnson and Eric Clapton

Following that time worn trail
Crawling on my hands and knees
Pleading with the Lord above
“Save me if you please”

Arriving at the crossroads
I try to regain my feet
Wondering how I managed
To end up on this side of the street

Pulling myself up on the signpost
Trying hard to read the words
Ignoring the screeching taunts
Of those circling buzzard-birds

I call out for a friend
But no one seems to hear
Falling back to my knees
I’m swallowed by my tears

Run back to town now, boy
Go get my friend, Willie Brown
Tell him I’m still at the crossroads
And that I’m still sinking down.

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Eric Clapton

Untitled Blues Lyrics

I can’t see or feel you
You’ve fallen from my touch
I can’t see or feel you
And You’ve fallen from my touch
I’d give up right now
If I didn’t love you so damn much..

I reach out for you
But your hand isn’t there
I reach out for you
But your hand just isn’t there
Oh, God almighty, tell me
Why is life so unfair?

I can’t live without you
I’d be stupid to even try
I can’t live without you
I’d be stupid to even try
And if I don’t see you soon
I’m afraid I just might die..

Traveling Pesach Blues

These are the lyrics to a Blues song based on the life of Moses as told in the Book of Exodus. I hear it being sung to the tune of Robert Johnson’s ‘Crossroad Blues.’

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There’s Blood on my hands and nowhere left to run
There’s Blood on my hands and nowhere left to run
Except into the wilderness, baked and cracked in the sun

I climb up the mountain, my flock running ahead of me
I climb up the mountain, my flock running ahead of me
Stumbling onto holy ground, my eyes must be deceiving me

I see a fire burning, but the leaves are crisp and green
I see a fire burning, but the leaves are crisp and green
A still small voice is wailing, like nothing I’ve ever seen

“Go to your people, tell them what you know.
I said, Go to your people, tell them what you know.
Tell that bloody Pharaoh to let your people go.”