Hide in plain sight
This blog represents an experiment in existential philosophy in the digital age
Monday, October 9, 2023
Sing Me Back Home
3d heavy drum beat
The warden, led a prisoner, down the hallway to his doom
I stood up, to say goodbye like all the rest
And I heard him, tell the warden, just before he reached my cell
"Let my guitar, playing friend do my request"
Let him sing me back home, with a song I used to hear
Make my old memories, come alive
Take me away, and turn back the years
Sing me back home, before I die
I recall last Sunday morning, a choir from off the streets
Came in to sing a few old gospel songs
And I heard him, tell the singers, "There's a song my mama sang
Could I hear it once, before you move along?"
Won't ya sing me back home, with the the song I used to hear
Make my old memories come alive
Take me away, and turn back the years
Sing me back home, before I die
Sing me back home, before I die
Last refrain optional
Won't you sing me back home, the the song I used to hear
Make my old memories come alive
Take me away and turn back the years
Sing me back home before I die
Sing me back home before I die
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
(She thinks I still care) Just because I asked a friend about her Just because I spoke her name somewhere Just because I rang her nu...

-
Tempted and tried we're oft made to wonder Why it should be thus all the day long While there are others living about us N...
-
I've got sunshine, on a cloudy day When it's cold outside, I've got the month of May (ooh) I guess you'd say What can m...
-
I reprint this because I just saw a video on AES strong encryption, which is the same thing. Video link is at bottom of page.
No comments:
Post a Comment