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"Black Crow's Brother" / Gini Woolfolk-Davidson & Will Dockery
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Will Dockery
2018-04-17 09:25:35 UTC
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"Black Crow's Brother" / Gini Woolfolk-Davidson & Will Dockery, new lyric transcript:

Black Crow's Brother

Black crow flying
high in the wind
you'll never see your brother again.

Sing a song
of a long lost friend
sing a song that will never end.

Sins of years
are washed away
brother believed so brother forgave.

Listen now
when you pray
it'll be there in your Judgement Day.

When cheating is for losers
and playing straight is for foools
ever know which way to go.

Learn the lesson
live the tale
go in search of the Holy Grail.

Never mind
if you lose the trail
never mind if you try and fail.

-Gini Woolfolk-Davidson & Will Dockery

"Black Crow's Brother" / Gini Woolfolk-Davidson & Will Dockery (video)


Will Dockery & Gini Woolfolk-Davidson - Vocals
Gini Woolfolk-Davidson - Guitar
Geno Woolfolk Jr. - Flute
Gary Frankfurth - Mandolin & Guitar

The video was filmed at Possum Trot and Doo-Nanny, in Seale Alabama by the late Gary Frankfurth..

:)
h***@gmail.com
2018-04-17 17:09:49 UTC
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I should have listened to the recording of the song first. Beautiful. You could report some of the interior of the sound as a refrain or chorus.
Will Dockery
2018-04-17 18:21:37 UTC
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I should have listened to the recording of the song first. Beautiful. You could report some of the interior of the sound as a refrain or chorus.
Here is the finished recording, as it is to date, thanks for the excellent feedback, Stephen:

https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10156486148174363&set=gm.2076984369008309&type=3&theater&ifg=1

With Gini Woolfolk Davidson recording "Black Crow's Brother"... long time ago.

Check out "Black Crow's Brother / Will Dockery & Gini Woolfolk" by Will Dockery -

https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery/song/4926102-black-crows-brother--will-dockery?0

— with Robert Wright, Jack Snipe, Dan Davidson, Brian Mallard, Gini Woolfolk Davidson and John Phillips.
Will Dockery
2018-04-17 23:18:04 UTC
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Thanks again, and will respond in detail later on this evening, the mobile gizmo can become tiresome.

😀
h***@gmail.com
2018-04-17 17:12:58 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Black Crow's Brother
Black crow flying
high in the wind
you'll never see your brother again.
Sing a song
of a long lost friend
sing a song that will never end.
Sins of years
are washed away
brother believed so brother forgave.
Listen now
when you pray
it'll be there in your Judgement Day.
When cheating is for losers
and playing straight is for foools
ever know which way to go.
Learn the lesson
live the tale
go in search of the Holy Grail.
Never mind
if you lose the trail
never mind if you try and fail.
-Gini Woolfolk-Davidson & Will Dockery
"Black Crow's Brother" / Gini Woolfolk-Davidson & Will Dockery (video)
http://youtu.be/WxO1RAYTIFA
Will Dockery & Gini Woolfolk-Davidson - Vocals
Gini Woolfolk-Davidson - Guitar
Geno Woolfolk Jr. - Flute
Gary Frankfurth - Mandolin & Guitar
The video was filmed at Possum Trot and Doo-Nanny, in Seale Alabama by the late Gary Frankfurth..
:)
Will Dockery
2018-04-17 17:56:21 UTC
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Black Crow's Brother
Black crow flying
high in the wind
you'll never see your brother again.
Sing a song
of a long lost friend
sing a song that will never end.
Sins of years
are washed away
brother believed so brother forgave.
Listen now
when you pray
it'll be there in your Judgement Day.
When cheating is for losers
and playing straight is for foools
ever know which way to go.
Learn the lesson
live the tale
go in search of the Holy Grail.
Never mind
if you lose the trail
never mind if you try and fail.
-Gini Woolfolk-Davidson & Will Dockery
"Black Crow's Brother" / Gini Woolfolk-Davidson & Will Dockery (video)
http://youtu.be/WxO1RAYTIFA
Will Dockery & Gini Woolfolk-Davidson - Vocals
Gini Woolfolk-Davidson - Guitar
Geno Woolfolk Jr. - Flute
Gary Frankfurth - Mandolin & Guitar
The video was filmed at Possum Trot and Doo-Nanny, in Seale Alabama by the late Gary Frankfurth..
:)
Hello Stephen Hawks, I would love to see some of your magnificent poetry here... been a number of years since that golden age of readings.

https://www.linkedin.com/in/stephenhawks1/

Texas, now... I see...
h***@gmail.com
2018-04-17 18:03:01 UTC
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Waiting out the Storm

The cicadas Scream here
Like mechanical sirens,
Blasting in air,
Warning against disaster:

Fire, wind, flood,
The sky falling, the earth upended.

Alien ritual mating calls
Subjectively echo sublimated tensions
only we can sooth.

The elementals right
When righting is called for,
Sensing, knowing,
The path to ruin,

Eschewing grace because,
Encased in our comforts
We refuse to molt this rigidifying body
Unfold our wings and take flight.

The metaphors elude due scrutiny.

The hierarchy of being await our participation.

We have the power to sooth,
But bully nature to complete the cycle
Unwilling or now unable
To engage otherwise.

Mechanical warnings for mechanical forms!

Finally, destruction and devastation
With fury, make no distinction
Between natural and unnatural being.
Will Dockery
2018-04-17 19:31:08 UTC
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Waiting out the Storm
The cicadas Scream here
Like mechanical sirens,
Blasting in air,
Fire, wind, flood,
The sky falling, the earth upended.
Alien ritual mating calls
Subjectively echo sublimated tensions
only we can sooth.
The elementals right
When righting is called for,
Sensing, knowing,
The path to ruin,
Eschewing grace because,
Encased in our comforts
We refuse to molt this rigidifying body
Unfold our wings and take flight.
The metaphors elude due scrutiny.
The hierarchy of being await our participation.
We have the power to sooth,
But bully nature to complete the cycle
Unwilling or now unable
To engage otherwise.
Mechanical warnings for mechanical forms!
Finally, destruction and devastation
With fury, make no distinction
Between natural and unnatural being.
As always, you bring a lot to the table with your poetic visions, Stephen, and enjoying looking at your visual and sculptural creations, as well:

https://gshawks.wordpress.com/
Will Dockery
2018-04-19 14:59:13 UTC
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These poems by my old friend Steven Hawks should be stand alone posts, but am honored to host the poetry here, though.

😀
h***@gmail.com
2018-04-17 18:05:22 UTC
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Across the Bridge

Most folk like me
Have trouble living up
To what most folk expect.

I saw a crab wash up,
Another dart away
Into his hole,
Sure the beast was stalking prey.

These are no ordinary things;
There are no ordinary things
And when there seem to be
I think this stranger than before:
The dullness weighs on me;
My muscles ache;
My bones feel close to breaking.
I push it off,
And run away.

This hole takes on
The Earth’s surplus of sand;
Where then,
Where then to rest
My vagrant, homeless mind?

Several times I’ve asked a stranger:
“What’d ya think?”
I don’t want definitions,
No definitive answers
That might exert some claim,
Some party affiliation.

They think I’m talking about
Religion, politics, or sex:

I might remember what it is but can’t,
Because it always claims the impossible
Within me and without,
Deals me a sudden blow-

“I won’t be like that,
Not like the crab,
Not the same…”

But wait,
You think I’m talking about myself?
What self exists:

The voice speaking,
The one spoken to,
The pen, the hand, the paper,
Making marks;
The other room, the floor I sit on,
The cars outside, the wind,
The fountain in the “lake”?

There is always a new name
For what we already know,
And then the other added, too:

Fictions and truths;
The unseen nearby ocean
And the Rio Grande outside,
Its little “resacas”-

Just a word evokes place,
But if you think
The universal thought in English
It is one thing, “Crab”,
In Tswa something else,
“Nzolo”
(So my mother says),
Jaiba in Matamoras
Across the bridge:

Lovers love late
And in the morning stay
Or cross into mysterious lands,
Where luckless opportunity
And death await.

How many times has it been:
Man takes a bride,
The bride takes him
And they begin to die,
Or like the desert bloom,
Create some color in a world of dust?

Like lovers late again,
Turned back at the gates
By guards with guns,
And metal barriers,

Our progress awaits.
Which side reveals
Our true identity:
Tomando lados…

No,
Not taking sides.

Reminiscence,
Evocacion-

Before what and after, then-

It is not recalling that wakes us,
But living into the boundaries,
Into the seeming divide,
Into the arched bouquet
Awaiting arrival-

In fact-

Bearing the sand in our craw,
Hearing the music
Of scavenger birds,

Awkward music
Always reminding me

Of infinity
And the inevitable
Structured in time.
h***@gmail.com
2018-04-17 18:07:58 UTC
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Through Patient Art

Mere mortals love
without reciprocation.
They love when every thought
says fool resist.
They love,
through burning rage,
And every horrible passion;
They scare the lover
and they scar themselves.
But what is love,
does not endure each trial
If cynic, sorrow
scoff at its demise,
And bites the hand
that pushed the stone of horror,
An empty soulless world
that has no love.
Though freely given
love is ruled by caution
With every hidden gift,
to ripened soul,
And to the one
that they themselves are wanting
Give hidden love
that in an age frees all;

The pain of dying
to each possible sorrow
Unfolds the paradox
of love in life,
And every life
has all the love it offers,
Though hidden in a stone
unmoved by strife.
A wondrous act
may lead to its unfolding
Reveal the hidden gem
through patient Art.
h***@gmail.com
2018-04-17 18:09:35 UTC
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El Camino

Almost a vision,
This carrion bird,
Alights this rock stage
Surrounded by cactus and coastal desert plane,

Tearing and devouring skin,
Sinew, muscle, guts, and bone,

While she radiates outward
Through endless proscenium of sky.

Now unburdening clouds
On the long road ahead.

The bird takes its time
Loving this meal,
While we only feel
The war of heart, mind, and soul,

Visceral flesh and inner fortitude,
Weakness and strength,
Alone on the rock between desert
And Archaic turbulent seas,
A singular moment veiled in fateful quest,
Paramours twain,
Brothers separated unto death
By paradoxical acts and war upon war.

Seasonal migrations ape and reflect
The necessary movement,
Spirit striving,
Entwined with the will to survive,
And inner consecration
To unseen sacrificial acts

Along this conquest road,
Until it ends where there is no end
And we accept in resignation or defeat
Our own part,
Slain spirit steps
Folding into pavement
And the tires’ droning wine,
Knowing the captive impulse to implode.

I have stored my dead
And freed by turns
As they freed me from love and trials.

To sing one song
But know the music
Of every unsung tongue.
Will Dockery
2018-04-20 02:08:06 UTC
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El Camino
Almost a vision,
This carrion bird,
Alights this rock stage
Surrounded by cactus and coastal desert plane,
Tearing and devouring skin,
Sinew, muscle, guts, and bone,
While she radiates outward
Through endless proscenium of sky.
Now unburdening clouds
On the long road ahead.
The bird takes its time
Loving this meal,
While we only feel
The war of heart, mind, and soul,
Visceral flesh and inner fortitude,
Weakness and strength,
Alone on the rock between desert
And Archaic turbulent seas,
A singular moment veiled in fateful quest,
Paramours twain,
Brothers separated unto death
By paradoxical acts and war upon war.
Seasonal migrations ape and reflect
The necessary movement,
Spirit striving,
Entwined with the will to survive,
And inner consecration
To unseen sacrificial acts
Along this conquest road,
Until it ends where there is no end
And we accept in resignation or defeat
Our own part,
Slain spirit steps
Folding into pavement
And the tires’ droning wine,
Knowing the captive impulse to implode.
I have stored my dead
And freed by turns
As they freed me from love and trials.
To sing one song
But know the music
Of every unsung tongue.
high octane poetics...
h***@gmail.com
2018-04-17 17:13:23 UTC
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Black Crow's Brother

Black crow flying
high in the wind
Will you ever see your brother again.

Sing a song
of a long lost friend
sing a song
Sing a song
that will never end
That will
never end.


Sins of years
are washed away
brother believed
And brother forgave.

Listen now
Listen and pray
I’ll be there on your Judgement Day.

When cheating is for losers
and playing straight, for fools
You never knew which way to go
You never meant to loose.

Sing a song
of a long lost friend
sing a song
Sing a song
that will never end
That will
never end.

Learn your lessons
live the tale
searching for the Holy Grail.

Never mind
you lose the trail
never mind
you try and fail.
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Sins of years
are washed away
brother believed so brother forgave.
Listen now
when you pray
it'll be there in your Judgement Day.
When cheating is for losers
and playing straight is for foools
ever know which way to go.
Learn the lesson
live the tale
go in search of the Holy Grail.
Never mind
if you lose the trail
never mind if you try and fail.
-Gini Woolfolk-Davidson & Will Dockery
"Black Crow's Brother" / Gini Woolfolk-Davidson & Will Dockery (video)
http://youtu.be/WxO1RAYTIFA
Will Dockery & Gini Woolfolk-Davidson - Vocals
Gini Woolfolk-Davidson - Guitar
Geno Woolfolk Jr. - Flute
Gary Frankfurth - Mandolin & Guitar
The video was filmed at Possum Trot and Doo-Nanny, in Seale Alabama by the late Gary Frankfurth..
:)
Will Dockery
2018-04-18 12:53:44 UTC
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Black Crow's Brother
Black crow flying
high in the wind
Will you ever see your brother again.
Sing a song
of a long lost friend
sing a song
Sing a song
that will never end
That will
never end.
Sins of years
are washed away
brother believed
And brother forgave.
Listen now
Listen and pray
I’ll be there on your Judgement Day.
When cheating is for losers
and playing straight, for fools
You never knew which way to go
You never meant to loose.
Sing a song
of a long lost friend
sing a song
Sing a song
that will never end
That will
never end.
Learn your lessons
live the tale
searching for the Holy Grail.
Never mind
you lose the trail
never mind
you try and fail.
Thanks for the feedback rewrite on the lyric, Stephen... as you hear on the recording, the words are put down in the way they are in strict service to the music, the major difference in poetry and song lyrics, I reckon:

Check out "Black Crow's Brother" / Will Dockery & Gini Woolfolk:

https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery/song/4926102-black-crows-brother--will-dockery?0
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Sins of years
are washed away
brother believed so brother forgave.
Listen now
when you pray
it'll be there in your Judgement Day.
When cheating is for losers
and playing straight is for foools
ever know which way to go.
Learn the lesson
live the tale
go in search of the Holy Grail.
Never mind
if you lose the trail
never mind if you try and fail.
-Gini Woolfolk-Davidson & Will Dockery
"Black Crow's Brother" / Gini Woolfolk-Davidson & Will Dockery (video)
http://youtu.be/WxO1RAYTIFA
Will Dockery & Gini Woolfolk-Davidson - Vocals
Gini Woolfolk-Davidson - Guitar
Geno Woolfolk Jr. - Flute
Gary Frankfurth - Mandolin & Guitar
The video was filmed at Possum Trot and Doo-Nanny, in Seale Alabama by the late Gary Frankfurth..
.
b***@gmail.com
2018-04-18 04:36:57 UTC
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I wasnt bad as a poem. Even better as lyrics. I read it and it was ok and i heard it and it was better. I still dont get why you sing in that voice. I gues it is nostalgia of a time gone by. Saw the video. The beginning was a statically pleasing aesthetically pleasing however it seems like someone had Alzheimers syndrome throughout the whole thing and it made it very difficult to understand or even grasp the concept of what was going on
Will Dockery
2018-04-18 19:58:02 UTC
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I wasnt bad as a poem. Even better as lyrics. I read it and it was ok and i heard it and it was better. I still dont get why you sing in that voice. I gues it is nostalgia of a time gone by. Saw the video. The beginning was a statically pleasing aesthetically pleasing however it seems like someone had Alzheimers syndrome throughout the whole thing and it made it very difficult to understand or even grasp the concept of what was going on
I appreciate your feedback, and the read/listen.
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"Black Crow's Brother" / Gini Woolfolk-Davidson & Will Dockery (video)
http://youtu.be/WxO1RAYTIFA
Will Dockery
2018-04-19 09:38:21 UTC
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These poems by Hawks should be stand alone posts.
1***@gmail.com
2018-04-20 10:08:17 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Black Crow's Brother
Black crow flying
high in the wind
you'll never see your brother again.
Sing a song
of a long lost friend
sing a song that will never end.
Sins of years
are washed away
brother believed so brother forgave.
Listen now
when you pray
it'll be there in your Judgement Day.
When cheating is for losers
and playing straight is for foools
ever know which way to go.
Learn the lesson
live the tale
go in search of the Holy Grail.
Never mind
if you lose the trail
never mind if you try and fail.
-Gini Woolfolk-Davidson & Will Dockery
"Black Crow's Brother" / Gini Woolfolk-Davidson & Will Dockery (video)
http://youtu.be/WxO1RAYTIFA
Will Dockery & Gini Woolfolk-Davidson - Vocals
Gini Woolfolk-Davidson - Guitar
Geno Woolfolk Jr. - Flute
Gary Frankfurth - Mandolin & Guitar
The video was filmed at Possum Trot and Doo-Nanny, in Seale Alabama by the late Gary Frankfurth..
:)
The poem directly hits the target .. makes you think .. Thank you!
h***@gmail.com
2018-04-20 10:13:22 UTC
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