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Saturday, July 09, 2022

The New Adult Bookstore Motel, Records & Liquor: various items from the thrift store, dollar a piece! (Jobe goes shopping)

 I need to get on over to the Library Bar and Grill!

It's next door to the Bookstore and the Motel where you can find allsorts, books, second hand vinyl and refreshments and even crash if you need . . . . . . . . 

You know it!

Motel and Bookstore - Voodoo Wagon


TAJ - Six Days On The Road
 
Taj - Lovin' In My Sweet Baby's Eyes

Richard Thompson - Turning of The Tide

Richard Thompson Beeswing - for Anne Briggs)

 
"Beeswing"

I was nineteen when I came to town, they called it the Summer of Love
They were burning babies, burning flags. The hawks against the doves
I took a job in the steamie down on Cauldrum Street
And I fell in love with a laundry girl who was working next to me

Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
She was a lost child, oh she was running wild
She said "As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay
And you wouldn't want me any other way"

Brown hair zig-zag around her face and a look of half-surprise
Like a fox caught in the headlights, there was animal in her eyes
She said "Young man, oh can't you see I'm not the factory kind
If you don't take me out of here I'll surely lose my mind"

Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing
So fine that I might crush her where she lay
She was a lost child, she was running wild
She said "As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay
And you wouldn't want me any other way"

We busked around the market towns and picked fruit down in Kent
And we could tinker lamps and pots and knives wherever we went
And I said that we might settle down, get a few acres dug
Fire burning in the hearth and babies on the rug
She said "Oh man, you foolish man, it surely sounds like hell
You might be lord of half the world, you'll not own me as well"

Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
She was a lost child, oh she was running wild
She said "As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay
And you wouldn't want me any other way"

We was camping down the Gower one time, the work was pretty good
She thought we shouldn't wait for the frost and I thought maybe we should
We was drinking more in those days and tempers reached a pitch
And like a fool I let her run with the rambling itch

Oh the last I heard she's sleeping rough back on the Derby beat
White Horse in her hip pocket and a wolfhound at her feet
And they say she even married once, a man named Romany Brown
But even a gypsy caravan was too much settling down
And they say her flower is faded now, hard weather and hard booze
But maybe that's just the price you pay for the chains you refuse

Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing
And I miss her more than ever words could say
If I could just taste all of her wildness now
If I could hold her in my arms today
Well I wouldn't want her any other way

Songwriters: Richard Thompson
One of the finest songs ever written . . . . IMO

 Townes Van Zandt - Tower Song (for my friend Phil) another fine fine song written by a master) Live version



UPDATE: Oh and there's more . . . . . 

with a Taj compilation 'Blue Light Blues' pre-90s selection par excellence with master tracks on it and one of the most breathtaking harmonica solos I have ever heard not from Taj but the extraordinarily gifted John Popper on She Caught the Katy ( a Taj Mahal penned song and there was me thinking it was a blues standard!!)

Awesome dollar a piece bargain buckets abounding!


Taj Mahal and Mississippi Fred McDowell

Taj Mahal - She Caught The Katy live (with band)

and also Jobe found in the bargain bins Pinetop Perkins, Phil Ochs, Traffic's John Barleycorn, Big Bopper, even Prince's Sign of The Times! go on over you know you want to and take something outta the library!

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