G d in the hands of an angry sinner

[stilltrucking]

Too much news
too many naked creeps
dancing with guns and G Strings.

[neologistic]

very nice sermon, jack edwards

[stilltrucking]

Thanks James.

Thanks for dropping by the old asylum.

I remember him.
He was a song writer still is probably. I always like his song Sunshine a lot.

A
Sunshine go away today
E
I don't feel much like dancing
A
Some man's gone he's trying to run my life
D
He don't know what he's asking
A
He tells me I better get in line
E
Can't hear what he's saying
A
When I grow up I'm gonna make it mine
D
These ain't dues I been paying
D A
How much does it cost

I'll buy it
D A
The time is all we've lost

I'll try it
D A
He can't even run his own life
G E
I'll be damned if he'll run mine Sunshine
A
Sunshine go away today
E
I don't feel much like dancing
A
Some man's gone he's trying to run my life
D
He don't know what he's asking
A
Working starts to make me wonder where
E
Fruits of what I do are going
A
He says in love and war all is fair
D
He's got cards he ain't showin
D A
How much does it cost

I'll buy it
D A
The time is all we've lost

I'll try it
D A
And he can't even run his own life
G E
I'll be damned if he'll run mine Sunshine
A
Sunshine come on back another day
E
I promise you I'll be singin
A
This old world she's gonna turn around
D A
Brand new bells will be ringing


From Jonathan Edwards "Jonathan Edwards"
Capricorn Records 1971
Castle Hill Publishing(ASCAP)

[neologistic]

ha! Jack, you never cease to amaze me

[stilltrucking]

It amazes me too.
It was a very dark night last night, one of those nights when Nietzsche let me down. I been working on my crazy, I mean let myself go crazy on the keyboard, not censoring or rejecting any thoughts that came bump in the night even if they arrived upside down and backwards. Thanks for visiting me in my little padded artbog it get pretty muddy here wipe your shoes on the way out


You amaze me too beautiful brother

[neologistic]

,deen ew tahw s'taht fi sdrawkcab kniht nac ew ,llew
pǝǝʍ ɟo ʇsǝıʞɔɐʍ ǝɥʇ uo ǝʍ ǝʞıl uʍop ǝpısdn ɹo

[still.trucking]

"rats live on no evil stars"