Ecclesiastes, The Letter of James,
A Sermon on the Mount, instrumentals without names
Glues and pastes, warm sunlight, soft rain
Holding things together, giving meaning, soothing pain
Picked softly on the high strings, driving hard on the bass
Steady, even rhythm, a soft and steady pace
A song can be played with meaning yet still have none
Life must have meaning, each day, until that day is done
Horse hair reins and stiff rawhide
Catch 'em, break 'em, mount up, ride.
The world's greed, violence, blood and force
Whipped with a good guitar and a great little horse.
The world's greed, violence, blood and force
ReplyDeleteWhipped with a good guitar and a great little horse.
I can surely relate to these lines. When I was back in college, all I did was play guitar and sing. Now, all I want to do is play with my great little horse.
Too bad I can't seem to get these 2 things together! Someday, Steve, I would really like to get down there for your "music."