Some days, some nights, Life can be a struggle.
Seems like Easy is getting Harder every day.
Every day.
High water rising everywhere.
Everywhere.
All the hedges blown down – strewn along the road.
You come naked and crying into the world and that’s how you’ll go out.
You inherit a world of trouble.
Flames rise up to scorch the sky.
Every morning you wonder how you’ll get through the hours until the darkness comes and you can somehow sleep.
Every night you wonder how you’ll get through the hours until you can find the energy to face the light for another day.
Nothing to be done.
Seems like your soul has hardened to steel.
Pale dead Moon.
Not even the murmur of a prayer.
Pink, pink, pink. pink Moon.
Ravens blackening the sky.
High water everywhere.
Scarecrows dressed in the latest styles.
Nothing at the end of the rainbow.
All the women came and went.
Not even the murmur of a prayer.
Two riders.
High water everywhere.
Going down three times.
Coming up twice.
I think it’s going to rain today.
You must say words as long as there are any.
Must go on.
Can’t go on.
Go on.
I think it’s going to rain today.
The Immortal Jukebox 
Fine post,Thom, This guy is fun to listen to and a real hoot to work.
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Newman is Newman, and this is a song for everyone, sometime. But nothing ever will surpass “Lousiana 1927.” One of these days, it’s going to rain again, and the River will have its way again, and it will cut that straight channel to the Gulf again — engineers or no engineers. And just as we have so many times, we’ll pull out Newman, and listen.
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You have said it well, Thom.
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