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Doubt
03:06
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I went preaching
Saying the kingdom was at hand
I cast out devils and I raised up the dead
I gave freely and freely I received
But doubt came creeping
Doubt came creeping
I emptied my purse of silver and gold
I took just a staff, my shoes, and coat
I was a workman worthy of my mead
I brought peace to a worthy house
and shook the dust off from unworthy towns
I feared the killers of the spirit
but not the killers in the crowd
Then doubt came creeping
Wrapping fingers around my heart
Doubt came creeping
Wrapping me in its warm arms
I did as I was told
I sewed unrest within households
And like two sparrows
I was bought and I was sold
I screamed to heaven
for my profit and reward
I called out to heaven
for my profit and reward
But the sky it was silent...
a soup of blue
And doubt came creeping
Wrapping fingers around my heart
Doubt came creeping
Wrapping me in its warm arms
I went preaching
But doubt came creeping
© 2017 Paul Creswell
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Ms. Wilson
04:11
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Ms. Wilson will not speak of it today
But the newspaper reported
what she’d likely have to say
It was as long ago as most of you are old
And the colors they were primed
to welcome frost and snow
Her mother, Mattie Wilson,
went to Our Lord that time
And was buried in the yard
behind Our Lady Magdalene
At twilight, that same evening,
when Ms. Wilson went to pray,
she was chilled to the marrow
by what came out of the grave
It had the body of a child
but its face was something wild!
And she saw it claw its way out of the ground
Its breath was hot with flesh
having claimed its rotten prize
Now she never can forget those eyes!
Officer MacDougal formed a watch
to calm the town
And one night they caught Terrance Boyle
on the Magdalene grounds
The bites on his legs, they said,
were those of a raccoon
But Terrance never left the house again
by the light or by the moon
Ms. Wilson will not speak of it today
But her attitude was different then, they say
She told the papers all about
the horror on that night
Of the loss of Mattie’s corpse
and the vile grave-robbing sprite
It had the body of a child
but its face was something wild!
And she saw it claw its way out of the ground
Its breath was hot with flesh
having claimed its rotten prize
Now she never can forget those eyes!
Ms. Wilson will not speak of it today
© 2017 Paul Creswell
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Bootstraps
03:46
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He took off his boots
and he polished ‘em clean
He undid the leather;
tore back the seams
Then he threw a strap tight over the beam
Put his head in the noose and set himself free
Bootstraps, oh, bootstraps
You'll be the death of me
Bootstraps, oh, bootstraps
You'll be the death of me
I let out a cry
'cause I'd never seen
A man hanging high
Swayin’ in the breeze
His face turning purple; turning red; turning green
And his words wormed they're way
into my memory
Bootstraps, oh, bootstraps
You'll be the death of me
Bootstraps, oh, bootstraps
You'll be the death of me
You’ll be the death of me
Sometimes late at night I picture that scene
Can I get up and fight?
Fix my jaw; press repeat?
Can I stand by and watch
as the years waste me?
Should I grind my bones to nothin’?
Or follow his lead?
Bootstraps, oh, bootstraps
You'll be the death of me
Bootstraps, oh, bootstraps
You'll be the death of me
Bootstraps, oh, bootstraps
You'll be the death of me
You’ll be the death... of me…
of me
© 2017 Paul Creswell
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Paul Creswell Madison, Wisconsin
Paul Creswell is a poet, musician, and record collector from Madison, Wisconsin. David Luhrssen of Milwaukee's Shepherd Express writes: "[Paul] is thoroughly grounded in the best aspects of the 70's singer-songwriter aesthetic." Paul's work has been published in "Love Affairs at the Villa Nelle" (Kelsay Books) and The Wisconsin Poet's Calendar. ... more
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