#folk #acoustic

I was listening to Lead Belly and reading about how he tuned his guitars real low (which is about all we know in confidence about his guitar tunings), and I thought about how Beck did that too, and how my guitar was already a whole step down. So I wrote something in the Beckian tradition of trippy conflicting imagery and bluesy riffs.

somebody's shaking my mind a flock of lucky pennies thought to hasten the grind i'll still break out in a run like a glistening dewdrop absconding the sun

you've got me scopin' my lobe as if i'd never before and so i gave it a try i painted it white

somebody breaks in my house i'm bleeding from the elbows when you hit me in the mouth it all simmers down in the boil with the mystic obsessin' over all of the spoils

she got me scopin' my lobe as if i'd never before and so i gave it a try i'll try again tonight

you've got me scopin' my lobe as if i'd never before and so i gave it a try but it was wasting my time when you come back in a week you'll find my house in debris a single flickering light is painted in white