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A too-strong cup of coffee, stack of Sunday Globe
The world…a spinning crisis in my kitchen
Me in my natty robe
Chilean earthquake, seven hundred dead
The wail…of all that suffering that is haunting
The graveyard of my head

Some guy maimed his brother, photo on Page Two
Engrossed…I wallow every sordid detail
A case of misplaced blues
What about that earthquake, victims everywhere
The Globe…it paints a dark seductive picture
Invites my blank-faced stare

Yet in this dream there’s a woman
And she’s the part of me that knows
That when I stretch into the pain that is the loss of all my unlived life
I feel this deep love in me grow

Then guilt and duty, they shuffle and poke
And point their bony fingers at me sideways
Say, you apathetic bloke
Man, you’re so uncaring, you’re heartless and blind
To turn your back on all those crying out now
It’s like the worst unkind

Yet in this dream there’s a woman
And she’s the part of me that knows
That when I stretch into the pain that is the loss of all my unlived life
I feel this deep love in me grow

And here beside her, tenderness the word
And a warmth…that fills the self that lives inside me
And all else seems absurd
Late Sunday morning…heap of Globe unread

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from O Boss Man, released December 2, 2013

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Bob and the Trubadors Montpelier, Vermont

Bob and the Trubadors offer up a fertile brew of original music, folk-based with shades of blues, jazz and world music.

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