Post by AquarianM on Nov 17, 2009 at 1:11am
Selma Hastings Quartet Diggin' On Sweet Water Blue...
It was the annual Pie-In-The-Sky social in Foster's Rock,
They had red pies,
Blue pies,
Apple pies,
Moon pies,
The odd cherry or peach cobbler too,
But in this town,
You got your pie down with some smokin' hot blues.
The sky was bright and hot in the Summer of '62,
August shine and a bad bead on your brow,
Despite the grand canopy with party stripes over the burning green grass,
Dab the hankie now, Mabel.
I heard the microphone howl all tingly-spine bad,
Then clear up true,
The banjo attacked and then gentled,
The harmonica swooping and gliding above it all,
As the Selma Hastings Quartet rolled out on Sweet Water Blue.
Selma had a sultry smoky voice,
Today it was softer than a low gentle wave,
The whole crowd went all silent-like,
Away swimming somewhere breezy and cool.
I've never heard it before or since,
But that was the magic that she could do,
Just dance in and out of time,
A drum-beat token outside of reality,
Warm and pretty and blue,
So blue.
When I lie in my repose,
Sing me that song Sugar,
About the stuff of life and love,
Carry me away on that Sweet Water Blue.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 11/17/2009
It was the annual Pie-In-The-Sky social in Foster's Rock,
They had red pies,
Blue pies,
Apple pies,
Moon pies,
The odd cherry or peach cobbler too,
But in this town,
You got your pie down with some smokin' hot blues.
The sky was bright and hot in the Summer of '62,
August shine and a bad bead on your brow,
Despite the grand canopy with party stripes over the burning green grass,
Dab the hankie now, Mabel.
I heard the microphone howl all tingly-spine bad,
Then clear up true,
The banjo attacked and then gentled,
The harmonica swooping and gliding above it all,
As the Selma Hastings Quartet rolled out on Sweet Water Blue.
Selma had a sultry smoky voice,
Today it was softer than a low gentle wave,
The whole crowd went all silent-like,
Away swimming somewhere breezy and cool.
I've never heard it before or since,
But that was the magic that she could do,
Just dance in and out of time,
A drum-beat token outside of reality,
Warm and pretty and blue,
So blue.
When I lie in my repose,
Sing me that song Sugar,
About the stuff of life and love,
Carry me away on that Sweet Water Blue.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 11/17/2009