Time Out

Today was soup and medicine. Cinderella and curling up with a quilt. Reading How the Grinch Stole Christmas. Wearing corduroy. 

Vintage Preview

Here is just a little taste, a nip, a morsel, of the vintage that will join the shop in the coming weeks.

Song of the Day No. 62

Blues

The sky cracked open
And blood poured from the sky
The sky cracked open
And blood rained out the sky
The fires was all frozen
I could not believe my eyes

Evil winds was blowin’
The sun hid ‘hind the clouds
Evil winds a blowin’
Sun hid ‘hind the clouds
Don’t know where I was goin’
If it be up or down

Missing my sweet Jesus
Where the good Lord be?
Missing that sweet Jesus
Where the good Lord be?
Can’t believe that he would leave us
Let the devil run wild and free

Song of the Day No. 55

Here's a couple more short ones, since I'm so far behind with this project:

I. Horrible Blues

Everything is horrible
Everything is bad.
Said, everything is horrible
Everything is bad.
My temperament is deplorable
And I am always sad.

II. Psychic Supernova

My head is exploding
A billion different ways
In every direction
It's a spectacular display
The darkness is all over
It's a psychic supernova

The demons are leaving
And they will not return
They can't stand the light
No they can't stand the burn
The darkness is all over
It's a psychic supernova

More to come later!