And as she walks the air grows warm, men stare down from rooms
She destroys the hidden line between the wise man and the fool

This one’s not bad, either:

I’ve seen presidents corrupted, I’ve seen kings down on their knees
Heh, it wasn’t revolution – lust was the disease

Tom Russell – Black Pearl

LET IT POWDER, LET IT POWDER, LET IT POWDER

Our snowbelt inhabiting friend, Whiteray over at Echoes In The Wind will find this one amusing: they canceled school today in the greater Portland area because of snow. All TWO INCHES of it!

The kids, of course, are ecstatic, bundled up in snow pants and hats and mittens, sliding down the driveway (which actually is pretty steep and slippery). They might luck out tomorrow and miss their last day before winter vacation: the forecast says rain and snow which, around here, really is cause for closing the roads.

OLD BLUE

I wasn’t familiar with Tom Russell’s music until recently. Been listening all day to his record called Indians Cowboys Horses Dogs.

I’m a dog lover with an almost 16-year old Newfoundland mix who defies the odds every morning by simply waking up. (Some would I do the same.) Then, as we kiss and cuddle him and welcome him to another day, he looks at us like we’re crazy. (That’s him, Roofussonius Labradorus, above.)

This one choked me up right from the first note.

Tom Russell – Old Blue