Well my lover, he was a good man
He took me dancin
With the zydeco band
He was a sailor and a fisherman
With a rusty shrimp boat
And a beat up instrument
Oooh, sailed off the coast of Louisiana
Washed ashore
The sign of the Arcana
Tightened his sails as other boats sank with the storm
Thunder and lightning but he could not be warned
No other could replace him
I waited knowing
They could not trace him
My babes are trembling
The sea is breaking
They ask for my hand
But I ain't takin'
Gave me the eye
And brought me flowers
But I could not leave
My widow watch-tower
I'll keep praying by and by Lord, by and by
Til thunder and lighting rip a hole in the sky
Money
On the island
Made him greedy
Made him violent
Gave him reason to kill
Gave him reason to cry
And his honey
On the island
She sat and waited
Still and silent
With a well to fill
In her perfect heart
Tom Heyman documents life in San Francisco circa 2023, refusing to succumb to easy characterization & instead capturing the city’s nuance. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 22, 2023