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Reflection Of Otis
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Reflection Of Otis |
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rwood Member Elite
since 2000-02-29
Posts 3793Tennessee 
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The rains come Streaming down the panes It's my time, my time To Dance with you The darkest room, my haven To escape the outside rush I look for you in silence I find you in my secret place I quietly push up the volume To feel your static world My Hair down around my shoulders My breath is steady, waiting As the bass begins to play Then your voice, Southern deep down low, Soul of Georgia Allures the Gospel angels To swing down the saxophone And baptize my weary spirit In waters of ancient blues I sing with you Otis I remember the words "You are tired And You Want to be free And my Love is growing Stronger Because You've become a habit to me I've been loving you.. for too long And I can't stop Now" Your voice carries you over The plane of the plain And you touch me right where I need it on rainy days And I can't stop Now. You are free with me Winged voice of Sweet Soul Otis Redding~ Sept.9, 1941- Dec.10, 1967 |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Rwood, An interesting read and I enjoyed. |
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Krawdad Member Elite
since 2001-01-03
Posts 2597 |
Moody piece. Enjoyed. (and Otis too) |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
RWood~ Yes ! Yes ! Yes !  'Then your voice, Southern deep down low, Soul of Georgia Allures the Gospel angels To swing down the saxophone And baptize my weary spirit In waters of ancient blues' You've captured the magic of Otis Redding's music to a 'T' ! When I cross the river, I wouldn't be surprised to hear Otis singing 'Sitting On The Dock Of The Bay' I just love this~ ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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rwood Member Elite
since 2000-02-29
Posts 3793Tennessee |
Seymour: Thank You for visiting my words. I'm so glad you enjoy them! Krawdad: Yes, moody but content in his music. Can't help but feel something when he sings. Thank you for your reply! Marge: Thank you, Thank you, Thank you. Just what I needed. Great Pic. Yes, I do believe he'll be there, barefooted and swinging his legs from his heavenly dock of the bay. I love ya Soul Sister! For everyone's listening pleasure for the song I wrote about (and others) please visit this great site. Scroll down to Musique, "I've been Loving You, Too long" and click on little speaker box. http://perso.club-internet.fr/sallaber/soulpage/redding.htm#Anchor-toolong [This message has been edited by rwood (edited 08-05-2001).] |
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MARK V SHELDON Member Elite
since 2001-06-21
Posts 3015In a corporeal internship... |
A snapshot of a personal moment caught in a wonderful description... I can relate, but to another artist -- Chopin, perhaps...? ;-> -MVS "When you tell the Truth, you never have to remember what you just said." |
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RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
Posts 2533 |
Ah the soulful strains of the southern pains of the man on the dock in the bay. Thanks. "Oh what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to decieve" |
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rwood Member Elite
since 2000-02-29
Posts 3793Tennessee |
Mark: Thank you! I love Chopin too. But some days I like to be less refined. However the pattering of rain would be soothing to the orchestra and ivory melody. Otis just cries out from the corners of my soul, southern grounded and cornbread fed! I am.  RSWells: Exactly! Watching the tide roll away! Thank you for reading! |
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