Sunday, June 3, 2012

Never Send A Man To Do A Woman's Work

Look what you done, babe
with the angels,
angels in your eyes...

Look what you done, babe
with those angels,
angels in your eyes...

You make me wild, like a devil's child
but all a girl can do is try.

Down by the reeds where the cat tails grow
where the river,
the river slides through slow...

Down by the reeds, where the cat tails grow
where the river,
the river slides through slow...

When you put your sweet sweet fingers to my lips,
if you asked my name I wouldn't know.

You give me pleasure like a rumblin cat,
and pain that makes me moan
Sweetheart,
Sweetheart,
I'll do anything
just to be with you alone.

See the sky, it's gonna storm real bad
send the lightnin,
the lightnin quick and bright...

See the sky, it's gonna storm real bad
send the lightnin,
the lightnin quick and bright...

Sweet Jesus love you all day long,
But he knows nothin 'bout the night.
_______

for the blues challenge at Real Toads

18 comments:

Kerry O'Connor said...

That is a pair of blue eyes!
You are spoiling us on this challenge, Shay, with a second poem that sings of the blues.

You have such a way with repetition - you know just which lines resonate the most and need to be said twice. There is a whole lot of wicked magic thrown into this extraordinary love song. The last two lines are killer.

TALON said...

You had me at the title, Shay. ;)

hedgewitch said...

This has a flow and an ebb of the heart in it that nails the whole feeling of loss, bitterness and hope that make the blues such a powerful idiom. Like the medieval manuscripts say 'Hope in the heart of man lives on lean pasture..' and nobody knows more about that than those who sing the blues. Love the stanza about not knowing your name--perfect.

Charles Miller said...

There are nights bigger than ego.

TexWisGirl said...

once again, so much power...

Sioux said...

"The river slides through slow." One of the MANY exquisite lines.

my heart's love songs said...

i am sad to say that you sing the blues too well, SP! only someone who's really been down can call up the blues like this! this is exquisitely painful! one of my favorites!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

LOVE the title.......and oh how this poem sings the blues. As only you can sing it. So beautiful, kiddo. Sigh. I especially love "down by the reeds where the cat tails grow where the river, the river slides through slow...." wowzers!

Mama Zen said...

This one's going in my favorite file. Holy Wow!

Mary said...

The blues at its best!

Lucy said...

Dripping with desire and frustration. Lovely.

Helen said...

You are a lyricist's dream. All this needs is the tune!

Herotomost said...

How good is this....my dear, you got da deep down, soul suckin', mud roiling, fire blazing deep down blues......Yeah man...you do.

HermanTurnip said...

I read\sang this with the voice of the lead singer from The Cult. In my head I had a backup band behind me, with electric guitars wailing and a Moog synthesizer wah-wahing away. It was awesome.

Marian said...

am i weird if this reminds me of The Lorax? in the middle part there? that's a good thing.

Kay L. Davies said...

Once again, Sherry picked my favorite stanza.
"Down by the reeds, where the cat tails grow
where the river,
the river slides through slow..." is so wonderful, and even more wonderful when repeated.
Yes, this is a blues song if ever there was one.
K

Hannah said...

So very alluring and melodic!! I love the way you've crafted this, Shay! Excellent!

Shawna said...

Whew, perfect ending.