Posted by E L L I S P A U L on August 24, 19100 at 22:45:55:
Big Sur, CA
August 25th
7 pm
Sun is sinking into the trees, and everything is
quiet...
Magnus is coming up the cliffs in his old yellow
volvo wagon, clanking up the turns, riding the brakes on the downsides- got himself a
digital video camera and wants a guitar lesson from me to be recorded onto it, so he can
rewind and fast forward, pause and steal my licks... I have been given him my open D
philosophy and it's been sinking in, and he's been playing as much as i have in last
couple of days, him hunkered into a corner down at the Henry Miller Library and me up in
his cabin in the woods, little creak running beneath me...
Last night was a run on the trail above the fog line
bright sun shining on everything, doe colored tall grass on the hills, blue sky blue up
above, the woods full of tall redwoods with old widow maker branching arms, crashing down
every now and then from their own weight...
I was hitting rocks with a big ole walking stick--
cracking them out into the valley below me, Mark Mcguire kind of big dreamy swings
(rockkks are loudddd) out, out, and gone-- into the fog... diving into the pool
afterwards, up at the Hopkins place, water level even with the view looking down on the
world like from Heaven.
Felt a little like a holy man, tried walking on
water, fell into the pool...
but California is good for the holy in people and I
think this vacation is putting fuel back into the holy man crankcase and get the holy
engine running again...
More Lyrics
King of Bourbon St... tent... titled
There's me
tripping on a cloud
I'm laughing tumbling down
I've fallen on a doorstep
New Orleans
it stretches beneath my feet
I am the king of Bourbon Street
I strike a match
and all the street lights catch
There's you
dancing on a roof
You love me 100 proof
You move inside a nightgown
reveal yourself to the town
a trumpet speaks
and rises up from Bourbon Street
you spin around
and throw your love on down
that's todays wordage...
thanks for reading it...
Ellis
