The minstrels have the sharpest edge
                              But they can't excise dark clouds from the kaleidoscope sky
                              Close your eyes against the black and white
                              Fill your head with every sound
                              Feel every shoulder pressed tight
                              Can you escape reason's gravity
                              Held up by the love you brung?
                              Is your heart full enough to survive the doubting sea?
                              The backs of them underneath
                              Will bring you close enough
                              To stretch out your hand to the stage
                              And join that old crow's warble
                              Lend a tenor to Leon's dirt farm
                              And dance around a spotlit milk carton
                              Step out onto that stage and cry out
                              Bathed in the sun-draped wall of sound
                              Now stretch out your hand
                              So I can give you mine
                              8/6/12
p.s.w.
                              Inspired by what I think is a Leon Helms song that involved a lot of hand holding and was covered by Old Crow Medicine Show and the Lumineers and the Milk Carton Kids.
                              
                              
                                      
                                          
                                   
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