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.
Monday, January 23, 2012
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Saturday, January 21, 2012
I Wonder
I often wonder if way up there in the mountains
if way up there in the blue yonder
are there a little family living there without a care to the outside world
How do they survive life' woos and cares?
Do they live in a little old shack with no private bathroom to be had?
When the wind blows it howls and boos as if all the ghost from the past come rushing in
to hush up all the pain of just being alive here in this hard and different life they live.
They have no running water just an old hand dug well and their only comfort is a hug from their mother
no other comfort for them to be known
These people do not bow to the modern way of living
They have never saw they ocean or the sand on the beach
Theirs is the mountain grass for a path and the trees so high above them
can said to be a special kind of sea.
A world filled of little animals and large ones to.
No AC/DC songs for them they are unknown to these people
they are content just as long as they have an old dossimer and spoons and a guitar.
The sounds that can be heared from the mountain tops will make your soul
fill with a different joy for life and repect for
their way of living so hard and haunting filled with a spirit from long ago
it remains the same never to change
a simple way of life unkown to the outside world
and always existing throughout the years
with a many of tears to be shed and little children to be fed.
if way up there in the blue yonder
are there a little family living there without a care to the outside world
How do they survive life' woos and cares?
Do they live in a little old shack with no private bathroom to be had?
When the wind blows it howls and boos as if all the ghost from the past come rushing in
to hush up all the pain of just being alive here in this hard and different life they live.
They have no running water just an old hand dug well and their only comfort is a hug from their mother
no other comfort for them to be known
These people do not bow to the modern way of living
They have never saw they ocean or the sand on the beach
Theirs is the mountain grass for a path and the trees so high above them
can said to be a special kind of sea.
A world filled of little animals and large ones to.
No AC/DC songs for them they are unknown to these people
they are content just as long as they have an old dossimer and spoons and a guitar.
The sounds that can be heared from the mountain tops will make your soul
fill with a different joy for life and repect for
their way of living so hard and haunting filled with a spirit from long ago
it remains the same never to change
a simple way of life unkown to the outside world
and always existing throughout the years
with a many of tears to be shed and little children to be fed.
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