COME TO MY WORLD & WITNESS


the way things have changed.

I don't think I can take many more Sundays like this one. I really don't. They're just wearing me out, grinding me down, leaving me without the energy or the ability to post. Or even to think.

Tomorrow -- at least if you believe Scarlett O'Hara -- is another day. And it should bring with it a new, fresh burst of inspiration. It will not, at least, bring with it another sour, bitter defeat for a football team from Pennsylvania. And that, for now, will have to do.

And so, until then, I'll turn to a song that's been shuffling up a lot on my iPod lately, slipping and sliding and quite sensually insinuating itself into my brain. I don't know that it suits the mood, but it certainly helps to lift it...


FRUITS OF MY LABOR
Lucinda Williams

Baby, see how I been living
Velvet curtains on the windows to
Keep the bright and unforgiving
Light from shining through

Baby, I remember all the things we did
When we slept together
In the blue behind your eyelids
Baby, sweet baby

Traced your scent through the gloom
'Til I found these purple flowers
I was spent, I was soon
Smelling you for hours

Lavender, lotus blossoms too
Water the dirt, flowers last for you
Baby, sweet baby

Tangerines and persimmons
And sugarcane
Grapes and honeydew melon
Enough fit for a queen

Lemon trees don't make a sound
'Til branches bend and fruit falls to the ground
Baby, sweet baby

Come to my world and witness
The way things have changed
'Cause I finally did it, baby
I got out of La Grange

Got in my Mercury and drove out west
Pedal to the metal and my luck to the test
Baby, sweet baby

I been tryin' to enjoy all the fruits of my labor
I been cryin' for you boy, but truth is my savior

Baby, sweet baby, if it's all the same
Take the glory any day over the fame
Baby, sweet baby...

Posted: Sun - October 29, 2006 at 11:07 PM          

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