Me and the devil, we were walking side by side

I got to keep moving, I got to keep moving Blues falling down like hail, blues falling down like hail Mmm, blues falling down like hail, blues falling down like hail And the day keeps on remindin’ me, there’s a hellhound on my trail Hellhound on my trail, hellhound on my trail If today was […]

I got to keep moving, I got to keep moving
Blues falling down like hail, blues falling down like hail
Mmm, blues falling down like hail, blues falling down like hail
And the day keeps on remindin’ me, there’s a hellhound on my trail
Hellhound on my trail, hellhound on my trail

If today was Christmas eve, if today was Christmas eve
And tomorrow was Christmas day
If today was Christmas eve and tomorrow was Christmas day
All I would need is my little sweet rider
Just to pass the time away, to pass the time away

I posted something annoying and brimmin’ with self-pity and small scale caged-rat rage yesterday, waking up with a brain full of ground glass and a mouthful of bile.

I dunno what the fuck was up; i know that I yanked the entry almost soon as I’d posted it, before i could get any comments, though not soon enough that i missed a few hits in the log. So i know someone read it.

Today, i wake in a Robert Johnson mood; i’ve been reading up on Johnson’s legends about the sale of a soul and a price paid at the crossroads; meanwhile I’m listening to Johnson’s reedy singing and brilliant guitar; and it suits my mood better.

I can tell the wind is risin’, the leaves tremblin’ on the tree
Tremblin’ on the tree
I can tell the wind is risin’, leaves tremblin’ on the tree
All I need is my little sweet woman
And to keep my company, hey, hey, hey, hey, my company

I dunno what the fuck is up with me this week; my head’s not right and i have that crazy edge that makes me want to do stupid things. I feel my teeth grinding and want to pick a fight; i want to hurt someone, in both good and bad ways. Weather, holidays, stress, rage contained a little too long.

I don’t know.

Old RJ makes me feel good though.

Me and the devil
We were walking side by side
Me and the devil
We were walking side by side
I’m gonna love your woman, Satan
‘Til I’m satisfied

6 thoughts on “Me and the devil, we were walking side by side”

  1. RJ is always good for what ails ye, KE.
    You’re off vacation, you’re home again, you’re not in the water among the fishies. You have ‘real life’. That’s what’s wrong.
    So turn up the volume, hit the crossroads and give the devil a run for his money, hon.

  2. I read it. What was cool was that at the time, something was wrong with your blog layout — it was all scrambled — so it looked like a television set that someone had thrown something through.

    And I didn’t comment because I knew you’d yank it. ;p

  3. you know it’s funny, i think vacations make your life not fit somehow.

    whenever i come back from one i feel like i’m trying to jam myself into shoes that are too small as i go about my life and almost always a change is a-comin when i get feeling that way.

    g’luck darlin’ see what rubs the most and see about changing it

  4. A wild man. Ready to break loose. Ready to find me. Yep- I could use that kind of thing. Pain and pleasure mixed together. Ready to hurt. Ready to feel. Love the idea. Too bad we’re bound by walls. Find a wall that you can walk through… Get some life under your skin.

    Songs in your blood. Follow where they lead.

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