blues for joseph

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Blues For Joseph


I’ve been staring at the ceiling
That’s become my expertise
I’ve been staring at the ceiling
That’s become my expertise
Winter time I stare at embers
Sometimes I sweat sometimes I freeze

No-one waiting for acceptance
Nobody round here to refuse
No-one’s yearning for acceptance
Nobody round here to refuse
I don’t have no mournful longing
I’m just here waltzing with my muse

I got that old moon snookered
She’s become my confidant
I got that old moon snookered
But she’s become my confidant
She says Whitey you look rooted
Night times I do day times I don’t

The sheriff came with papers
No-one here of that name
The sheriff came with papers
Nobody here by that name
I been living out here lonesome
Nobody went nobody came

I see smoke out in the woodlands
not supposed to be a fire
A wisp of smoke out in the woodlands
not supposed to be no fire
Not expecting visitors
I came out here to retire

I see suspicious ripples
at the far end of the reach
I got suspicious ripples
Up the far end of my reach
No-one’s supposed to be here
But there’s footprints on my beach

I’ve been staring at the ceiling
That’s become my expertise
I’ve been staring at the ceiling
That’s become my expertise
Winter time I stare at embers
Sometimes I sweat sometimes I freeze


Philip White








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