This is the life work of outsider artist Calvin Black...
a family of dolls that swing with the wind as found on Folkstream.
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I performed one song with Oh Ruin last night...
so I thought I would post this documentary,
as it inspired a ballad by the same moniker "Possum Trot".
Ghost town Road, thirsty as hell... The front gates clanging... The shutters drawn in... Down at the birdcage there isn’t a sound... As the women stand silent, strike up the band... With curious expression they watch and listen... As the only man in town starts strumming his strings
Standing there waiting... In the desert wind... Someone will pass by... Now and again... You don’t acknowledge me... I’m made out of tin... Possum Trot... The love you give
1954, a village was born... You carved out emotion... and built up a home... Then when you left you took most of me too... Me and the trotters, what are we to do.
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a family of dolls that swing with the wind as found on Folkstream.
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I performed one song with Oh Ruin last night...
so I thought I would post this documentary,
as it inspired a ballad by the same moniker "Possum Trot".
Ghost town Road, thirsty as hell... The front gates clanging... The shutters drawn in... Down at the birdcage there isn’t a sound... As the women stand silent, strike up the band... With curious expression they watch and listen... As the only man in town starts strumming his strings
Standing there waiting... In the desert wind... Someone will pass by... Now and again... You don’t acknowledge me... I’m made out of tin... Possum Trot... The love you give
1954, a village was born... You carved out emotion... and built up a home... Then when you left you took most of me too... Me and the trotters, what are we to do.
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