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Night of the Bright Black Stars Sing me the tale of the black pearl blues Sell your soul to the Devil one last time Sing me the tale of Mr Smith A banquette laid before us with fine fayre and wine Sing me the tale of music from the village hall Picture these songs adorning the walls Sing me a tale of another open night Music pouring forth like water falls Sing me the tale of how I told you that I love you Lay your head upon the pillow beside me Sing to us your delicate spoken word As Irish hearts beat so strongly within thee Sing me the tale of New York Celtic mist Remembering those guitar gods, the Pentangle greats Sing to me of the helpless and the hoping Just for a while before it’s too late Sing of the sea shanty and the Penny whistle Folk tunes to the Devil to rise from the dead Sing of the white lines and the Honky Tonk Women And lead the ensemble through 12 glorious bars to our beds Sing of the judge, the jury and the executioner The Mississippi Delta and that National guitar Sing of the benefit of the doubt for all races Do we still immerse them in the feather and the tar? Sing of the outlaw named Billy The Kid And the tale of the evil deeds that he did But the blues still suffered in the voice of Holiday And so our final performer sent us all on our way . . . Jason, Poet, February 2023 Thank you to Lance, Colin, Brenda, Frank, Laura, Michael Watts, Terry & Natasha, Chris Mansell, John Stephens, Milton Hide, Bob Melrose, Erica Olson, Ian Chisholm, and Lisa & Jason, for all the wonderful performances.
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