Grains of Sand Singing those Dust Bowl Blues
Woody Guthrie – Dust Bowl Blues
http://youtu.be/jQYKJaWuj0Y
Earth unanchored by trees or foliage swarms like Biblical locusts covering man, woman, child, animals, farms. Souls unanchored traveled westward to face the Grapes of Wrath searching for the Promised Land. America’s extended Harmattan. Swirling dust that invades every orifice of the body. Soil erosion has eroded me. Breathing death. Breathing untimely burial. Earth to Earth. Ashes to Ashes. Dust to Dust. We packed up everything we could salvage leaving this grimy badlands behind.
Dust Bowl Refugee– Woody Guthrie
Foreigners in a Bizarre Land ~ How shall we sing God’s praises whilst saddled in a dystopian universe, that longed for Utopia a broken promise beat back by the School of Hard Knocks. Here and on our journey westward many souls did leap upwards into their new home in the sky. Each soul a grain of sand a soul reborn, escaped the cobwebs of this poor life. Now fragrant grains of frankincense and myrrh. Bury me beneath my lullaby.
I Ain’t Got No Home In This World Anymore – Woody Guthrie
Homeless. A Wanderer. All is transient as are we. Singing my Hobo blues catching the next train to who knows where to lay my head under the stars. Click Clack. Click Clack. Roo. Roo. Scree…
Hobo’s Lullaby – Woody Guthrie
Looking out my lonesome boxcar I see my brothers in bondage singing freedom songs. Wondering when their healing will come.
Lightning- Long John (Old song by a chain gang)
American where is my traveling train? Darkness enters dawn diminishing shadows play havoc with sun, moon, and stars
Espiritu en Fuego/A Fiery Spirit 