Woodie's song, This land is Your land, poetry.

Originally posted by sonhouse
Sometimes songs get stuck in my head and they get retreaded every 2 minutes for hours and I was struck by the sheer poetry of this song,
"The sparkling sands of her diamond deserts' Does that not speak of great poetry?

Well, my land is dry and cracklin
and my chickens they're a cacklin'
cause the dirt and dust is gettin in their craw
they been layin flint rock eggs
I had to bust em with a sledge
I'm gonna hit that Oregon Trail this coming fall

Originally posted by Wulebgr
Well, my land is dry and cracklin
and my chickens they're a cacklin'
cause the dirt and dust is gettin in their craw
they been layin flint rock eggs
I had to bust em with a sledge
I'm gonna hit that Oregon Trail this coming fall

The Oregon Trail was always hot.

It doesn't have to be folk music to be poetry, does it?
This is from Captain Beefheart (Don VanVleit), who dwells in the desert
PETRiFIED FORREST
Human Bark
Beautyless hide from beauty
Bow your eyes 'n heads to the duty of the dead's
Suck the ground
Breathe life into the dead dinosaurs
Let the past demons rear up 'n belch fire in the air of now
The rug's wearing out that we walk on
Soon it will fray 'n we'll drop
Dead into yesterday
Must the breathing pay for those who breathe in 'n don't
Breathe out
There'd be no gain, brothers, if no one would play
'n for your games count me n' all that can see,
Breathe in 'n out hungry today 'n eat hearty tomorrow
Or eat away 'n be eaten some day
No seed shall sow in salt water
If the dinosaur cries with blood in his eyes
In the dinosaur cries with blood in his eyes
'n eats our babies for our lies
Belches fire in our skies
Maybe I'll die but he'll be rumbling through
Your petrified forest