Monthly Archives: February 2007

“Sweet Baby James”

There is a young cowboy, he lives on the range.
His horse and his cattle are his only companions.
He works in the saddle and he sleeps in the canyons;
Waiting for summer, his pastures to change.

And as the moon rises, he sits by his fire,
Thinking about women and glasses of beer.
And closing his eyes as the doggies retire,
He sings out a song which is soft but it’s clear;
As if maybe someone could hear.

Goodnight, you moonlight ladies.
Rockabye, sweet baby James.
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose,
Won’t you let me go down in my dreams,
And rockabye sweet baby James.

Now the first of December was covered with snow,
And so was the Turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston.
Lord, the Berkshires seemed dream-like on account of that frosting,
With ten miles behind me, and ten thousand more to go.

There’s a song that they sing when they take to the highway,
A song that they sing when they take to the sea.
A song that they sing of their home in the sky.
Maybe you can believe it if it helps you to sleep;
But singing works just fine for me.

So goodnight, you moonlight ladies.
Rockabye, sweet baby James.
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose,
Won’t you let me go down in my dreams,
And rockabye sweet baby James.

– James Taylor, Sweet Baby James

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Exhibitionism

Want to know a secret?
I only freeze to hide.
Wrapped into my skin,
I turn the heat up when I’m alone
Stretch, skitter down the hallway
bare-footed, bare-headed, bare-faced,
and back into the warmth
Where the steaming water pours through thick air,
When I’m home alone,
I answer the telephone naked,
I dance in the shower, roll like an otter in the bath tub.
But I’m hidden, under covers
Under a thick blanket,
With the lights off and the stereo quiet,
Doors, windows closed,
When the car pulls into the driveway,
They find the thermostat where they left it.

– Claire Leon