Levee / 1927
from Secrets From The Storm by Peg Simone
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Compact Disc (CD) + Digital AlbumRadium/Table of the Elements 2010
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lyrics
(Monologue at top written by Holly Anderson)
She told me her sister and the new baby floated away fast and hard. They never kenw the river picked them up and took them so far. So far away far. The sweetest Queen of Sheba asleep on her Mississippi barge. She told me greasy mud bundled them up real prim - in a raggedy blanket so dirty and grim. Filled their sweet mouths full up and their brown blinking eyes shut. Stiffened all that pretty hair on their heads with dead grey clay that dried real tight in the no-mercy sun. No-mercy moon. For days and day.s Waiting. She told me they looked like a wooden madonna clutching her own christ church child. She told me they were effigies dug out of the smashed riverbank once the flood water wound down down down. And it got real quiet all over again. Just some birds calling in the Indigo Bush. She told me the Tulip trees and Sweetgums were tipped up all around like a tornado tearing through fast on a terrible bender. She told me the trees got tangled with handbags and wash tubs with dead cows and skinny dogs - with ribbons of bedsheets and Sunday dresses and chiffarobes cracked into bits - with broken mirrors and cook pots that flashed so bright in the light. No-mercy sun. No-mercy moon. Again. Again. Just about then - the turkey vultures flew down slow and started to feed. So they chased them off with sticks and stones they chased them off they hollered and screamed. Then boats pulled up to row the privileged away like a golden dream. While they stood by waiting for nothing to come - got burnt by the sun - got burnt by the sun. The dray carts squeaked. The dray carts came. The dray carts took their dead away. She told me her sister's kids both little and big threw themselves right on top of her bent-down broken-up body. And they cried and they cried til they were all wrung dry. Saying 'Mama's gone.' 'Mama's gone.' Just like birds calling in the Indigo Bush. She told me the dead were stacked up so high - stacked up like loads of yellow pine cut down quick - cut down quick and ready to ship - far away north.
She told me now they have to play all their pain away.
She told me her sister and the new baby floated away fast and hard. They never kenw the river picked them up and took them so far. So far away far. The sweetest Queen of Sheba asleep on her Mississippi barge. She told me greasy mud bundled them up real prim - in a raggedy blanket so dirty and grim. Filled their sweet mouths full up and their brown blinking eyes shut. Stiffened all that pretty hair on their heads with dead grey clay that dried real tight in the no-mercy sun. No-mercy moon. For days and day.s Waiting. She told me they looked like a wooden madonna clutching her own christ church child. She told me they were effigies dug out of the smashed riverbank once the flood water wound down down down. And it got real quiet all over again. Just some birds calling in the Indigo Bush. She told me the Tulip trees and Sweetgums were tipped up all around like a tornado tearing through fast on a terrible bender. She told me the trees got tangled with handbags and wash tubs with dead cows and skinny dogs - with ribbons of bedsheets and Sunday dresses and chiffarobes cracked into bits - with broken mirrors and cook pots that flashed so bright in the light. No-mercy sun. No-mercy moon. Again. Again. Just about then - the turkey vultures flew down slow and started to feed. So they chased them off with sticks and stones they chased them off they hollered and screamed. Then boats pulled up to row the privileged away like a golden dream. While they stood by waiting for nothing to come - got burnt by the sun - got burnt by the sun. The dray carts squeaked. The dray carts came. The dray carts took their dead away. She told me her sister's kids both little and big threw themselves right on top of her bent-down broken-up body. And they cried and they cried til they were all wrung dry. Saying 'Mama's gone.' 'Mama's gone.' Just like birds calling in the Indigo Bush. She told me the dead were stacked up so high - stacked up like loads of yellow pine cut down quick - cut down quick and ready to ship - far away north.
She told me now they have to play all their pain away.
credits
from Secrets From The Storm,
released May 1, 2010
Original Song: Memphis Minnie and Kansas Joe McCoy
Arrangement: Jonathan Kane
Story: Holly Anderson
Vocals, Guitar, Slide Guitar: Peg Simone
Guitars, Bass Drum: Jonathan Kane
Harmonica: Anthony Kane
Original Song: Memphis Minnie and Kansas Joe McCoy
Arrangement: Jonathan Kane
Story: Holly Anderson
Vocals, Guitar, Slide Guitar: Peg Simone
Guitars, Bass Drum: Jonathan Kane
Harmonica: Anthony Kane
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Peg Simone New York, New York
Peg Simone's music can best be described as a mash of dark blues & storytelling.
Recent focus has
been on performing and building music from various works of literature, specifically those of the southern-Gothic genre, as well as her own short stories.
Aural to visual - she creates stop-motion animation videos complimentary of the songs that can be viewed on her Vimeo channel.
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