Saturday, April 1, 2017



You asked to hear my story and here it is:
My muse died in the year 1778 at eight o'clock 
'Neath the wheels of a wagon on a muddy dark road

I did not hear her scream but I felt her die
I felt her die because my soul sank into despair
And all my hopes fled from me and into ether

All the songs I'd never written, vanished
All the poems I'd never read, all gone and vanquished
All the dreams I'd never dreamed, died of their anguish

When the sun arose, the morning shined the news
And all the grimy townsfolk cried the blues
For there in tattered pieces, lay the muse

And I, in sorrow's cloak, and out of rhyme
Bade my horse go faster still than death
And on we rode through Time with bloodied wheels.

©by Voo
Jan 29, 2010
9:44 p.m.

                            Neil Young.....Dead Man theme this song!!!

                                  Dead Man theme with Johnny Depp reciting poem