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River, Marina Moevs, 2005
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i ain't 
going down
to the river 
to pray
gonna build me 
a fortress
gonna get 
the hell away
getting my 
ass off the grid
getting it 
good and hid
no i ain't 
going down
to the river 
to pray

i ain't 
going down
to wait 
for no king
it's live free 
or die here
all 
or nothing
all i'm 
serving is fish
it ain't 
on no silver dish
no i ain't 
going down
to wait 
for no king

i ain't 
going down
to the river to cry
left my 
lover in the city
didn't even 
say goodbye
pulled the 
wool off my head
found i 
was almost dead
no i ain't 
going down
to the river 
to cry

and i ain't
going back 
to the city
to die

Rene ~ 

Comments

  1. move beyond that river, terrific Magpie

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  2. there are certainly many that die in the city...and aint waiting on no one...the day is here....the day has come

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  3. Rivers are eccentric that way- they don't seem to mind if we arrive with nothing to say at all. No tears left to cry, empty hands and a list of what we will not, cannot do- the river takes it all. Washes it. Us.

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  4. Talk about a declaration of independence and truth! You nailed this one, Rene. I appreciate the way you fully developed the character of one who lives off the grid.

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  5. Quite interesting approach, successfully pulled off...

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  6. Rene, I cant find a place to email you in here. Would you please e me at WildWoman2@shaw.ca? Thanks, kiddo.

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  7. sing it! i wanna hear you sing it.

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  8. i love the way you started it... and flow... and powerful ending...

    JJRod'z

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  9. I started to hi-light my favorite passage but found myself almost hi-lighting the whole thing. The attitude and passion just flows from this. Thanks!

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  10. and I aint going back...says it all
    many times...very effectivly
    the words had teeth
    nice

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  11. Rene, you totally nailed it .. knocked it out of the ballpark!

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  12. strong, strong words...well written..x

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  13. Very good. Terse and uncompromising.

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  14. As always, you cut it to the bone.

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  15. Great riff on "Down to the river to pray", keeping to the simplicity and edge of that era, with a life atilt and plenty of firewood on the shore.

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  16. I can imagine you reading or even singing this. I like the brave voice, specially the last line.

    Great piece ~

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  17. You have such a raw and fresh talent Rene!! Love this! :-)

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  18. The voice says it all. What a great pic to inspire you too.

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  19. nice - I like the dialect to this one.

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  20. I love your dialect pieces, Rene...this one is begging for some music...so spiritual...

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  21. I am so glad Casey Freeland shared this on facebook. You are amazingly talented.

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