Harmonicahelps.….. from a contented Busker.

  With some moody stuff... Don’t know all Dass gonna come out But I will make You folks feel. Mebbe some spastic sounds. Un-practised. And wander wid me And my boys Down streets of hurting. Loneliness Abandonment Tight cash Quandary Lost love. Misplaced dreams. Some fine beauty In the recollect. Ride wid me Friends. Diss night is special. Appointed. Focused Vulnerable. Sharing what might Not otherwise be. You’n Me. (Cotton...changed our name...working fo’ dem white folks...Displaced...King Cotton, provider, purposer, painstaker, punisher, Providencer all in one...still the hot ole country and swaying trees and birds and campfires always in the blood, thoughts and yearning. Sing about it. Rhyme about it. Remembering always.) Out of West Africa. Captivity. The struggle. The near misses. At sea. In the States, Canadian Maritimes. Freetown Sierra Leone, Britain. Tales to tell. Troubles to change. One woman in true heroic grit. Written by a Canadian of mixed bloods. And written convinci...

  Performed 2010 Musicians worldwide inspired by Grandpa Elliott Small. Playing out in the Open...for folks. Playing for Change.

 

  Sh Yeah cum dem folks An dere singin comes through. And people remember Sweet lyrics A Family, that’s new. A concert on concrete Singing siblings come round God creates Glory In the concord they’ve found. A strum with some Spanish A bluesy harp wails And common folk gather To hear those old Tales.

 

 

  Grandpa Elliott