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4 comments:
Bless you.
Hey, Jason, if that's you: hello!
Hope things are well.
Have you stoped writing or what?
Salaams,
b.
enjoyed listening to this song. have heard the name of skip james but never heard him sing before. love the guitar technique and the drawling delivery.
if i hadn't read the title of this post i would only have mentioned hazrat-e-robert johnson alai salam, but since you've already referenced pir saab of greenwich village sharif, all that's left to say is:
Time passes. listen. Time passes.
An owl flies home past Bethesda to a chapl in an oak. And the dawn
inches
up
(Dylan thomas - Under Milkwood)
oh and the fact that before that ullo ka pattha flew off, down the streets the dogs were barkin and the day had a-gotten dark, as the night came in a-fallin the dogs did lose their bark, and the silent night did shatter from the sounds inside my minnd, cos i was one too many mornings and a tousand miles behnid.
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