sunday afternoon flange

neil leach, who's an internet bud of mine posted something called black soil blues a while back. to me it was a fractured new blues, and i wanted to put it to music. well, i put it to something like music anyway. appropriately sloppy, but abridged enough to go by quickly. here's the audio link:


http://www.geocities.com/pj_nights/blacksoilblues.mp3


and here's the lyric:


black soil blues


--neil c. leach jr.


woke up in a hole
that was seven miles deep
heavy in my pocket
was a death's hand key

if you pass
be so kind
throw some dirt down on me
down on me

small speck of blue
sure can't be touched
struck a match for some heat
but it didn't help much

forgot your scent
forgot my name
makes no difference
where i lay

weather won't wet
sun came unstuck
shoulda known better
but i trusted to luck

heard a dog in the distance
my boy's howlin' for hunger
he could have my right hand
if i could roll up with the thunder

no need to wonder
no reason to think
no rhyme in my memory
eyes too dry to blink