The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

The Heretofore Unmentioned #128

Burl Ives


nestmeister said...

My liver, my lungs
And my head and my heart
They're failing me
They're failing me
My heart is sad
My breath is bad
And I think I'm going crazy.

'The Hypochondriac Song'. One of my favourites since stumbling across one of his albums in my parents' collection in the late 70s.

Fred said...

Big Daddy's playing a little old tenor guitar!

swac said...

"I told you! I told you I'd sing. I told you, but you wouldn't believe me! Damn your soul, I told you!"