You Got To Move

Mississippi Fred McDowell (1904-1972) was born in Rossville Tennessee, but settled in Como , Mississippi. Worked as a farmer for most of his life , playing for extra cash at parties and barbeques.
He was discovered in 1959 and gradually rose to international status on the blues scene.

You got to move, you got to move,
When the lord gets ready , you got to move

You may be rich, you may be poor
You may be high, you may be low
But when the lord gets ready, You got to move

The see that policeman on his beat,
you see that woman that works the street,
But when the lord get ready,
You got to move

A true existentialist doctrine, don't you think?
(Assuming we don't take the "Lord" bit seriously.)

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Planet Titanic

Did you know that a fair percentage of the rubbish we seperate is put back together and dumped in landfill sites.
The conainers are just there to "educate" us - so the local government says.

When we were evolving as hunter gathers, perhaps it would not have been useful to sit by the cave fire and worry about what might be happening in ten years time. You might have missed the best dinner, or become dinner for a passing cave bear. Consequently it does not seem we are well adapted to worry about the future. Most people think our planet is indestructable, but they thought that about the Titanic too.

I can't help thinking of Blind Willie Johnson

God Moves On the Water



In the year of nineteen hundred and twelve,
April the thirteenth day,
When the great Titanic hit an iceberg
Well, the people had to run and pray.


When the great Titanic was sinkin' down,
Well, they threw lifeboats down,
Cryin', "Save the women and children
We have to let the men drown."


Cap'n Smith was sleeping,
He thought he was tired;
Well, he woke up in a great fright
As many gunshots were fired.

He was warned by a freighter
But the Captain did not take heed
Instead of cutting engines
He ran with greater speed.

Thomas Andrews a mighty man
Thinks he built a ship he understands
Name of the game, in the end
It's not in our hands

The story of the shipwreck
Is almost too sad to tell
One thousand,six hundred
Went down forever to dwell



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