Toes just can’t stay still
Fingers tapping, head’s a bobbin’
Blue grass music for a country girl
Grandma’s buttermilk biscuits
filled with love and honey
good times stored as sweet
memories to be recalled
on a summer day
Toes just can’t stay still
Fingers tapping, head’s a bobbin’
Blue grass music for a country girl
Grandma’s buttermilk biscuits
filled with love and honey
good times stored as sweet
memories to be recalled
on a summer day
I love bluegrass, it’s so joyful and danceable.
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Perfect
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My kind of music – my kind of words – cheers.
Chris.
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Reblogged this on dyke writer and commented:
it kinda appalled me that bluegrass had to wait decades to get a grammy category
but rap got one within a few years
I guess recognition comes with cash flow
still. rap is the poetry of anger.. justifiably so the generational wave response to punk which arose from rockabilly
perhaps it’s the degee of distinction
after all, to an outside audience
country and western, hillbilly, bluegrass all the regional subflavours within the larger genre are not sufficiently different
much the way jazz and it’s sub genres are mystical to me
but at least the blues adds that last ingredient .. that rockabilly fusion infused with gospel
birthing rock n roll
well. It’s Elvis Week Pat. you gotta expect this from me LOL
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Elvis Week is every week for you, I thought. Thanks for the Patsy Cline…she is a favorite of mine but I do not this one…nice! hugs, pat
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Well. yes. Elvis is part of my daily routine
he’s the only thing that I can rely on
unless he faked his death
then I am selling everything I own
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