Eclipse Song – Edgar Cayce!

Hopkinsville Kentucky is famed right now for having the greatest duration for the US-wide total eclipse. In case you thought this place had little other merit, by golly Edgar Cayce practiced there!

The caption below the picture is from the Barrenhart site.

This song is a tribute to the world famous psychic Edgar Cayce who was born in Hopkinsville, Kentucky … the town with the longest eclipse in America on August 21, 2017. We thought this amazing circumstance deserved a song! Performed by Barrenhart. Words and music by David Foster. Barrenhart is Masako Jeffers, fiddle; Hazel Johnson, mandolin; Greg Cutcliff, bass and David Foster, guitar. Special guest Brandi Button, harmony Vocals. Sound engineered by David Barrick, Barrick Recording Studio in Glasgow, Kentucky. Give Barrenhart a listen and like us on Facebook(facebook.com/barrenhart4) please!

A Poem by Elise t’Hoot from Hate All Around

Tug of the Leash

 

I never knew the loneliest word was home

Home

That’s where you are and where I feel I’ll never be again

What do you think and do you want this wandering wreck to come home?

Home?

I go to bed and miss your touch

Do you miss me all that much?

I feel undressed without your kiss,

I’m wrapped in plastic, apart from what’s true

I want to go home,

to home and you

I never knew the loneliest word was home

Home

Like a dog tied out to post stuck in the yard, straining at the end of her chain

aching to chase the rabbits, to smell the smells,

the unbending limit of her well-defined circle puts her under a spell

Escape, run free, it fills her head

But what about that tree, where the good man came to rattle the food bowl,

fill the water, to check the collar?

He’d rub my ears with such strong hands, with such suave words

Was that home?

I never knew there was a word so lonely as home

How can I claim I’ll change my ways if you let me back to stay

to raise the kids, to make the cakes and search the sky until my poor heart breaks

Darling, does that mean I can’t come home?

I’m a trillion miles from you

How empty does it echo, that warm and sweet idea,

of toys underfoot and books on the shelves

of the shelter and the permanence of home?

Mate or master what does it matter?

I cry for you

and Home

Bark 2