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Sad Little Nest
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a sad poem gets turned into a sad song
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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Peak #141
Peak in subgenre #42
Author
Ellen Moseley
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June 09, 2010
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MP3 2.8 MB 128 kbps 3:00
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SAD LITTLE NEST I. What do I lose and what do I gain in living with you and living in pain Sad mama, my mama, my baby she says and I fight back the tears but theya019re winning theya019re flowing they flow down my sad cheeks and down my sad breasts and drop to the floor of my sad little nest II. no peace, no rest in the house by the marsh a018cause a heart thata019s this heavy is a burden to carry it anchors my spirit to the depths of my soul and I fight back the tears but theya019re winning, Ia019m drowning in the tears on my cheeks that flow down my sad breasts and drop of the floor of my sad little nesta026. in the tears on my cheeks that flow down my sad breasts and drop to the floor of my sad little nest Fly, let me flya026far away from here fly, let me flya026a026a026.. far away from here
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