A Poem for Gram by DA Woods

Peggy Hanson además de ofrecernos sus magníficas camisetas (www.cypresscowboy.com) me mando este poema que había encontrado en la red. La foto de los FBB la copié del especial sobre el Country 2, de Carretera Sin Fin, enorme y genial, cuyo enlace tenéis en la parte izquierda en la Lista de Blogs (merece totalmente la pena).

I saw this nice GP poem online by DA Woods:

The flying brother,
who sang like no other,
a tortured soul inside.
Death at an early age,
a vacant stage,
Joshua tree county landslide.
Sin City blue,
mohair hair suit,
reaching for stardom.
Music kept alive,
an idol to thrive,
Goodnight and R.I.P. Gram.

On the comments, Richie Auriemma posted this, that we hang on the main page:
Ode to Gram
May we never forget
The music he made
None of us can regret
He died very young
Was not here very long
But he left us his fortune
Of beautiful songs
Out in the desert
The fire burned bright
But there was no family
Only demons in sight
Will Gram ever rest
Where does it all fit in
Its must be in that lonely
Ol' Hickory Wind

A Song for Gram (Cozmicfolkfan)

Hey you,
roadie pilgrim that follows that star in the western skies
Don´t forget it´s shining more brightly at the cold dawn
Keep your attention, just that moment, when the sun arise
Can you hear that voice singing above Mojave sands?

"Warm evenings, pale mornings with a bottle of blues"
Fine and mellow, shakes softly your stoned heart
And a million of Nudie rhinestones claim your dues
on each and every little drop of American dew.

Take care to manage that “deadly Denver bend”,
Although “we all got wheels to take ourselves away”
But your hands must be firm and your eyes open wide,
Farther along from Boulder it´s placed Cheyenne.

Me and not heading west “to grow up with the country”
So faraway over that deep blue Atlantic sea,
Where “truckers, kickers and cowboy angels”
Only could be found high on whiskey daydreams

But some sleepless nights when the sky is clear
My burning throat spread impossible tunes,
Flowing to the west, across the eternal Milky Way
Riding diligent on chords, sounding just for you