Lift Up The Receiver, I'll Make You A Believer..

I want an old-fashioned
Cream-colored rotary phone
With a curlicue conductor coil cord
And when I lift that sweet receiver
And put it to my ear
I want to hear all those forgotten songs
From the past
With all their messy, nostalgic magic
Singing me
Back to sleep
Singing me Back
Home.

Muscle Shoals

Even in my darkest moments, when the alleyways of childhood become broken puzzle pieces and the unbroken ladder of years fades away, I can still lean on those swampy rock n' soul records. I turn it up real loud and allow myself to dissolve into the deep, warm throb of a David Hood bass line as if it were the echo of the heartbeat of something immense and benevolent.