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Listening to Robert Johnson Looking for a Second Verse
Again Im at the bottom of the hill
And I find myself filled with a lot of lies
He said I could have anything I wanted
I gave my soul for the warmth of a womans thighs
Ive been short-changed by the devil
Now my lonely nights arent anything but not haunted
I don't believe in the devil,
but I do believe in Robert Johnson
--I think that's the chorus or refrain.
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 11/25/2008 03:33AM by petersz.
I didn't take the second verse, I swear.
I don't know where you put it either, but I'm willing to help look for it.
Steevo
Maybe it is in your head.
Maybe I should mention that the title of the poem is just as metaphorical as the poem itself is a work of the imaginations so that the literalists don't take over.
Kidding aside. I had never read the poems of Robert Johnson. I am not well read. So I took the time to at least find a few poems and read them. Pretty good stuff. If only I could be that romantic.
Damn good poem. I wish I didn't have to admit that I get it.
I am struggling to give a name to the feeling it brings up. Anger, frustration, disappointment, hope??? I don't know. But I do like your laying the blame on the devil himself. You might as well take your complaint all the way to the top.
Another Robert Johnson was a WWII ACE. Shot down 27 German airplanes during the troubles...
I knew that. Why did I know that? I don't know, Terry. I guess it's history ... an I have always thought history was important to know about. Now everyone else in the forum knows that and they have you to thank for it.
Thanks for visiting, Merc. Did you notice my little poem rhymed this time? I mixed up the lines a little, though, by arranging them alphabetically. It does need a second verse though.
be well,
Peter
Metaphorically, the title says I'd like to see her again, btw.
Here's the pilot Merc mentions, not that I think 'history' should be restricted to the history of wars and presidents. I think history includes all of us, including great musicians, etc.
[www.historynet.com] />
Be inclusive is one of my motto's, which is why Merc and I have this dialogue going over the years now.
Peter
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 11/25/2008 03:30AM by petersz.
Thank you Peter for the guidance. (I knew that. Why did I not see that?)
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I am sitting here lisening to Muddy Waters and reading peoms. Apparently poets are on my brain. But the blues reside below that level.
The things we don't get, and the things we do. Who's to say? But I stil get the meaning, in my own limited way.
Steve
I used to work with a Robert Johnson...the only reason he'd be at a crossroads at midnight was to be looking for a liquor store
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 11/24/2008 12:55PM by JohnnyBoy.
What were You doing at that liquor store at midnight, Johnny? Hold it up or holding things down?
Beelzebubba made a deal
to me it sounded mighty sweet
I traded my immortal soul
For all the ice cream I could eat
Ice cream is still part of my heaven...one man's devil is another man's delight.
"If you want to learn how to make songs yourself, you take your guitar and you go to where the road crosses that way, where a crossroads is. Get there, be sure to get there just a little 'fore 12 that night so you know you'll be there. You have your guitar and be playing a piece there by yourself...A big black man will walk up there and take your guitar and he'll tune it. And then he'll play a piece and hand it back to you. That's the way I learned to play anything I want." as told by LeDell Johnson(Tommy's brother) to David Evans in "Tommy Johnson"(London
tudio Vista, 1971).
nine times out of ten, the body beats the soul...
something bukowski was talking to me about just the other day...
Fortunately, the body is a place in which the soul is re-born again and again...to beat the devil, perhaps.
Good one, Peter, I'm reminded of the Herman's Hermit song which states: "second verse same as the first": [www.allmusic.com] />
Les
i think that is the essence of faith
Ice cream is proof that God loves us.
and He wants you to eat it fast. If He wanted it eaten slowly, He would have put bones in it.
Noticed the rhyme. did..
that's one of the neatest things i've heard lately, merc. just when i needed a good laugh- you came up with bones in ice cream. thank you for that!