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I Spy
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life's tough when you're at the bottom of the food chain!
acoustic florida lucinda williams southern storytelling honest homegrown open truthful vulnerable life experience revealing approachable
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homegrown music...all natural, no fillers, no artificial colors.
....so nice of y'all to drop by! I'm a little southern lady who grew up during the glorious sunshiny 70's in a small beach town in N. Florida. An awesome time to begin to figure life out...catching the tail-end of the "age of aquarius" and gettin' to enjoy the freedoms that bunch won for us before the angst of the 80's and 90's set in. Try bein' a teenager today!!! Ha! I learned to play guitar by picking one up and flippin' open a CSN&Y songbook to "Helpless". Well, nobody told me I was playin' the thing up-side-down! I'm a lefty, ya know...held it like it felt right to me. Still play that way to this day. Took up the banjo and the ukulele and turned them up-side-down too. I wrote my first song at the age of 45 and now I've got a whole batch of 'em. I don't ever set out to write any particular song...just get a phrase that sticks and pretty soon the rest of it comes. Really, I don't write them at all...God just down-loads 'em into my brain and I jot them down and then sing and play them. To Him be the honor and the glory! So there you have it...or at least this part of it. I'd talk yer ears nearly clean offa yer hear if you'd indulge me. Thanks again for stoppin' by...next time I'll make a cake and brew some coffee. yerz, Ellen https://ellenmoseley.bandcamp.com
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#1,420 in subgenre Peak #22
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Peak #126
Author
Ellen Moseley
Uploaded
April 22, 2010
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MP3 2.6 MB 128 kbps 2:51
Story behind the song
My daughter brought a big, blind, lop-eared bunny all the way from Portland, Oregon last year.......and she stole my heart the second she hopped out of her carrier onto my lawn.
Lyrics
I Spy I. I spy your golden eye circling around you’re spyin’ on my bunny girl hoppin’ on the ground I spy your golden eye considering a kill you’re lookin’ at my bunny girl like she’s your next meal II. I take a piece of silvered glass, aim it at the sky holdin’ it to catch the light and blind your golden eye you settle in a big oak tree, make yourself unseen disappearin’ in the leaves, your golden eyes so keen III. I spy with my little eye, you in that yonder tree Mr. Red Tail Hawk’s your name but you don’t know me and how I love that bunny girl hoppin’ on the ground she won’t be your meal, no sir, that I won’t allow IV. I go bang, bang, bang with a stick Daddy says that does the trick makes you think I have a gun you take off flyin’ towards the sun Ellen Moseley Sept. 18, 2009
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