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~~ Expanded track moved to the "Spiritual Blues" album cover. ~~
This is Bounce #01 w/dry guitar voc, and two other vocal overdubs, first-pass, one-takes in specific measures.
My plan for this track is to engage "High Tuned" or "Nashville" tuned additional guitar(s), -- first time for me and in keeping with my ongoing experimentation.
Also, -- I do try to resurrect very old public domain folk lyrics and will e.g., "black betty" where among other meanings that may exist refer to a musket/flintlock/rift (and why the "bam a lam!" lyric), a Prison Whip, -- so, no one every wanted to "kiss a black betty" indeed, -- idiomatic, period blues that did tend to be wretched, since that's where this all came from!
A little "history" on Folk songs and how it goes, -- do rewrite your own version, indeed:
"'Black Betty' is a 20th-century [, or circa 1900's; likely 18th-century orig sourced to "work-songs" then heard to be recorded when recording was available!,] African-American work song often credited to Huddie "Lead Belly" Ledbetter as the author, [*] though the earliest recordings are not by him. [In fact,] some sources claim it is one of Lead Belly's many *adaptations of earlier *folk material;... in this case an *18th-century marching cadence about a flintlock musket."
lyrics
I lost myself in finding you
I missed me, while looking, for you,
In here, I want to see the great God,
This side, not just avoid... the fog
The birds of fog, they chase you back
Away from the bridge, wack the stack, no
Black betty, mississipi queen gonna jump
Nor jack that flash, them birds got feathers, but ain't no angles
I lost myself in finding you
My cost of freedom, while looking into,
In here, I don't want to miss the Great God,
This side, not just avoid..., the fog
I'm the only one left bleeding
[I lost myself finding you]
The only of, remains, needing
[Don't want to miss the Greating]
Lost in kindly enduring...
[Lost myself finding you]
I missed me, while looking for clues
[I missed me, while looking for clues]
I missed me, while looking for you
Yes, no kiss working like a fool
Lost enduring, left bleeding, needing, seeking birds of fog
Birds of the fog, chasing me back to you
Pouring feathers over bloody wounds
In here, where I came to see the Great God,
This side, not just through rip temple curtains
Playing cold bloodied music, hot messing me, looking for you
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