Sunday, October 09, 2005

the soul in paraphrase

george herbert is a lyrical bandit.

and i just went on a country binge on itunes. i'm not quite sure what's come over me. well, i got a hunch.


because it's midnight
in montgomery
just hear that whipoorwill
see the stars
light up the purple sky
feel that lonesome chill

because when the wind is right
you hear his songs
smell whiskey in the air
midnight in montgomery
he's always singing there
he's always singing there