Being sick for the last week and being saved by antibiotics more times than I can remember, I wrote a song about the turn of the 20th Century and a man who is sick with fever. I know...kinda bleak and weird, but it just came out. You gotta let 'em come when they come.
Lindsey Woolsey
Nothing but tar and turpentine
Vanishing the grandure of the wilderness
Thitherward in the black mud and yellow dust
Twilighted with tallow candles and pigs of lead
My lindsey woolsey shirt is drenched in sweat
Breaking upon a wheel
steeped in the marrow, a foretaste of heaven
Brought to bare this petrified heart
That's like throwing stones to the bottomheads
Tramps and blatherskites lay down their drunken heads
My lindsey woolsey shirt is drenched in sweat
Oh I belong to this world. I long for the day and the night,
But it won't be long until I leave it...
Only the Lord can know the answer
How can I turn cold yet burn with fever
No providence to fall upon
And no woman to call my name
Just twilighted tallow candles and pigs of lead
My lindsey woolset shirt is drenched in sweat
Oh I belong to this world. I long for the day and the night,
But it won't be long until I leave it...