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Sunday, January 2, 2011

Lucinda, Tellin' It Like It Is


Lucinda Williams:
Past Grammy winner for Best Female Rock Vocal, Best Contemporary Folk, and Best Country Song. She's been nominated for 10 others. She was robbed - it should have been more, even though she really can't sing. This is for Gabriel and for Jane Ann, who have no connection whatsoever, except they both need a really hard hit of Lucinda. Cindy's gettin' old. I notice that she needs to read the lyrics to her own songs now. (I understand her father, Miller Williams is a fair to middlin' poet himself.)


You weren't born to be abandoned
And you weren't born to be foresaken
You were born to be loved
You were born to be loved

You weren't born to be mistreated
And you weren't born to be misguided
You were born to be loved
You were born to be loved


If we lived in a world without tears
How would bruises find
The face to lie upon
How would scars find skin
To etch themselves into
How would broken find the bones

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