I do this blog because I Love Music. I grew up with music all different kinds Rock and Roll, Christian in a little Baptist Church, Love Pop, Bluegrass, Country, Classical Rock, Hard Rock, Jazz, AND Blues. We was raised to love music through different aspects of our life. Sometimes it was visiting with my mothers sisters and my Uncle Dallas and cousin Roger, we would have a back yard cookout and they would pull out their guitars and we all would sing.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Saturday, June 4, 2011
A Coal Miner's Soul
A coal miner has a soul
that is so bold.
They grow old before their time,
in the mines digging coal.
Under the ground
not even a round of applause,
for all they do to keep this country moving
for you and me.
At night know one knows or hears the sounds and dreams
that hound them about all the work they done yesterday.
They work under ground in a deep dark hole with only their lights to guide them,
so electricity can flow.
Some think what they do is bad,
what a sadness this brings to my soul.
When death bell tolls another one is killed
all that is left is an empty shell.
Their families have only memories left of a strong will man who work to pay his bills.
This sends chills up and down my spine
just to think they will never shine for all the good they do.
Think fast and don't blink twice and maybe you will see the light.
Written by Judith Collins
that is so bold.
They grow old before their time,
in the mines digging coal.
Under the ground
not even a round of applause,
for all they do to keep this country moving
for you and me.
At night know one knows or hears the sounds and dreams
that hound them about all the work they done yesterday.
They work under ground in a deep dark hole with only their lights to guide them,
so electricity can flow.
Some think what they do is bad,
what a sadness this brings to my soul.
When death bell tolls another one is killed
all that is left is an empty shell.
Their families have only memories left of a strong will man who work to pay his bills.
This sends chills up and down my spine
just to think they will never shine for all the good they do.
Think fast and don't blink twice and maybe you will see the light.
Written by Judith Collins
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Monday, May 30, 2011
Candle light glowing
shining bright into the night
no electricity here to be found
no sound of a radio
Living is slow
strawberries dipped in chocolate are grown
On a island were horse and buggy are your only transportation
To visit their the only way is by ferry
Hey the beauty you will see is
their across the lake on a Island in the state of Michigan .
shining bright into the night
no electricity here to be found
no sound of a radio
Living is slow
strawberries dipped in chocolate are grown
On a island were horse and buggy are your only transportation
To visit their the only way is by ferry
Hey the beauty you will see is
their across the lake on a Island in the state of Michigan .
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