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WHITE HORSE INN

Posted on February 28, 2014 by John | 3 comments

                                        Oh, the night came undone like a party dress
                                        And fell at her feet in a beautiful mess.
                                                  – Gillian Welch (“Barroom Girls”)

To fit the dark approaching rain,
you play your father’s Martin,
sing Gillian as I hum and harmonize

my relief in low and grateful moans,
learning the words as I go,
reaching for the moment written

to see our separate selves
sparking at the White Horse—
leave this thirsty ground

to replay our connections,
each electric flash saved
in the dark oak bar.

for Robbin

“Barroom Girls”

Oh, the night came undone like a party dress
And fell at her feet in a beautiful mess
The smoke and the whiskey came home in her curls
And they crept through the dreams of the barroom girls

Well, she tosses and turns because the sun is unkind
And the heat of the day is coming in through the blinds
Leave all the blue skies for the rest of the world
Because the neon will shine for the barroom girls

Ah, the barroom girls go by your side
Like the ponies who pass on a carousel ride
And all of the colors go around in a swirl
When you dance in the arms of the barroom girls

Now she rolls to her feet when she can’t sleep no more
Looks at her clothes lying out on the floor
Last night’s spangles and yesterday’s pearls
Are the bright morning stars of the barroom girls

Last night’s spangles and yesterday’s pearls
Are the bright morning stars of the barroom girls

Songwriters
WELCH, GILLIAN HOWARD / RAWLINGS, DAVID TODD

Published by
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BUG MUSIC

Courtesy: MetroLyrics

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ADVICE TO YOUNG ARTISTS

Posted on October 16, 2012 by John | 1 comment

                            And I figured it out,
                            That we’re gonna do it anyway,
                            Even if it doesn’t pay.
                                    – Gillian Welch (“Everything is Free”)

In the shade of summer afternoons,
the house strums in another room
with her Dad’s old Martin,

he scattered on the hill above,
new songs she’s learned to play.
Red wine dusk, the cows and calves

come in to listen with the love bird
crows perched in the Live Oak snag.
There is no time for dreaming

with the sunset, when the light
crawls up the darkening ridge,
as coyotes try to sing along.

There is no profit in it,
but to find your joyful song—
and then to let it go.

Song or-☹ Lyrics:

“Everything Is Free”

Everything is free now
That’s what they say
Everything I ever done
Gonna give it away.
Someone hit the big score
They figured it out
They were gonna do it anyway
Even if doesn’t pay.

I can get a tip jar
Gas up the car
Try to make a little change
Down at the bar.
Or I can get a straight job
I’ve done it before
Never minded working hard
It’s who I’m working for.

Everything is free now
That’s what they say
Everything I ever done
Gotta give it away.
Someone hit the big score
They figured it out
They were gonna do it anyway
Even if doesn’t pay.

Every day I wake up
Humming a song
But I don’t need to run around
I just stay home.
Sing a little love song
My love and myself
If there’s something that you want to hear
You can sing it yourself.

‘Cause everything is free now
That’s what I said
No one’s got to listen to
The words in my head.
Someone hit the big score
And I figured it out
That I’m gonna do it anyway
Even if doesn’t pay.

– Gillian Welch