weekly poetry

Music can be poetry. Or can poetry be music? Either way, love this one. The horns, the lyrics, the voice. Hope you enjoy it too.





Well I'm walking down the streets
Car alarms and cracked concrete
I need honeysuckle breeze
And lord
Release my wild soul

Nothing here belongs to us
Someday we'll all be dust
And even if it's dangerous
Please lord
Release my wild soul

Well I can hear the bluebirds sing
Soon it will be spring
And I want for the sun to come
And lord
Release my wild soul

I can't sit still too long
Nowhere baby is where I'm from
If you want to know me sing along
And lord
Release my wild soul