Marvelman "Yesterday Gambit"

Gini Woolfolk as the Dockery Doppelganger

थे शादोव्विल्ले अल-Stars

Will Dockery & friends

Will Dockery - Exile

Truck Stop Woman on Vietnamese Video?!?

Truck Stop Woman

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Dockery, Conley, Madaris & Woolfolk: Pack Rat Show

Dockery, Conley, Madaris & Woolfolk: The Pack Rat Show

The Rat Pack Show

Lovers Prayer

Lover’s Prayer

Words by Will Dockery & Sandy Madaris, Music by Gene Wolfolk & Henry Conley

 

I need a lover’s Prayer

 

Coming straight through the air

 

Stalking restless and scared

 

I need a lover’s prayer

 

Still frozen on the avenue

 

I look around and see you

 

Water flows... DooDooDoo

 

 

I need a lover’s prayer

 

Between the eyes from the air

 

Stalking and scared

 

I need a lover’s prayer

 

Stranded on the avenue

 

Look around and I see you

 

 

“Because I see your face

Everywhere

As I walk down life’s Highways

Lookin  for you”

 

Water flows...

I want to float you

LaLaLaLaLa...

DooDooDoo...

Henry Conley at Woolfolk Mansion

Gene Woolfolk & Henry Conley

Corning Town #2

Will Dockery, June 2009

Sandy Madaris

Geno Woolfolk, June 2009

Henry Conley, June 2009

Geno Woolfolk

Corning Town (artist unknown)

Lovers Prayer

Lover’s Prayer

Words by Will Dockery & Sandy Madaris, Music by Gene Wolfolk & Henry Conley

 

I need a lover’s Prayer

 

Coming straight through the air

 

Stalking restless and scared

 

I need a lover’s prayer

 

Still frozen on the avenue

 

I look around and see you

 

Water flows... DooDooDoo

 

 

I need a lover’s prayer

 

Between the eyes from the air

 

Stalking and scared

 

I need a lover’s prayer

 

Stranded on the avenue

 

Look around and I see you

 

 

“Because I see your face

Everywhere

As I walk down life’s Highways

Lookin  for you”

 

Water flows...

I want to float you

LaLaLaLaLa...

DooDooDoo...

Songs similar to "Last Dream Today"

Songs similar to "Last Dream Today by Will Dockery and The Shadowville Allstars" on Audiobaba.com

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strangest_dream

The strangest dream

I was lying in the green pastures
where the cool waters go
taking in the sun
Watching my cup overflow

Sleep she came over me
Like a cool wind breath
And I woke this morning
in the valley of the shadow of death

Hurried people marching, marching, marching
and staring out ahead
speaking into electric boxes
frozen hair on their head

Pills they had to wake and sleep
pills they had for their coxes
bits of truth and falseness
in screaming electric boxes

Lines and Angles everywhere
marked their fields and lo
little people marching marching marching
all wondering where to go

One was named South, poor bastard
low and dirty - not so well
One was named North, in her own mind a beauty
high and mighty, queen of hell

Around and Across: those pesky brothers
Everyond knew were related
but they argued just precisely how
Till the priests made a symbol and the arguments abated

East and West were fighting still
Over whose land was in their range
With no one bothering to say
All points in between never change

I hope I wake from this jagged place
Where people scream at electric boxes
marching, marching, marching,
all with broken coxes

-Michael Harris

Lady_and_the_lord

Lady and the Lord

 

In the surf I sat, watching it unfold-
The lady on her cloud, drawn in purple crayon-
And the lord, he bowed, gilded all in gold-
The scene he whispered, must play on.

And in the too and fro, the lady she was bright-
Floating for the touch of any who were able-
And in the bye and bye, the lord he was a sight-
Setting out the tables.

Genghis Khan, he had nothing-
On this raptured lady-
And the Mongols they were frothing-
To call the lord matey.

The crowds, they began to gather-
Waiting for the purple veil to split-
Some of them, they said they would rather-
Be ripped apart – than forcibly submit.

The lady, she was a sister of Mona Lisa-
Came floating in with a smile and a yearn-
The lord, he was angry with the peace-aye
To be right and true she must burn.

The crowd they cut her up with oyster shells-
Mother of pearl in human hands-
The lord he watched in tinker bells-
And sent them back to foreign lands.

But the lady she was drawn in purple crayon-
And the shells they cut only paper-
And in another place the crowd said “play on”-
As they drank the blood of their caper.

-Michael Harris

backyard blues

Backyard Blues

 

It was a hot and balmy Saturday night.  The intermittent rain only pushed the humidity level off the charts.  I had heard good things about Backyard Blues.  Something was happening at a grassroots level.  After all, I received my invite courtesy of Will Dockery, Columbus’ poet laureate and Ralph Frank, our own drummer/sign painter/folk artist extraordinaire.

 

Thomas Gottshall purchased the old “coin op” laundry and accompanying garage-style building on Sixth Street and First Avenue.  He has been renovating and restoring the old building in hopes of turning it into a music and arts complex.  Floor plans have been created featuring performance space, meeting rooms and a recording studio. The building is made of brick and features a wooden-arched roof. 

 

The large main room has a small stage on one end and has surprisingly good acoustics, thanks to the arched ceiling.  The crowd was sparse but very enthusiastic and consisted mostly of musicians, artists and residents of the historic district.  Most occupied the church pews inside, brought their own lawn chairs (and favorite beverages) or stood in the open air.  The music, much like the weather, was steaming hot.

 

After several acoustic performers, the Shadowville All-stars took the stage.  This band of rock n’ roll renegades are fronted by Will Dockery who has long needed a launch pad for his eclectic, imagery-laden, neo-beatific poems.  Chain-smoking, spontaneously gesturing towards make-believe objects and addressing imaginary characters, Dockery sang with a gravel-throated limp to a rolling, bluesy romp in the swamp. Sounding like a cross between Tom Waits, Lou Reed and the soundtrack to Pulp Fiction, Dockery and crew chugged through their myriad of originals about pool halls, bridges, tragedies, lost love and relationships.

 

The music of the All-stars was gritty and down-to-earth:  a solid backbeat encircled by the meandering bass lines of Sam Singer and two blues-infused electric guitars (one tremolo-heavy surf-induced).  The band was joined on stage by Henry Parker for a long, bombastic version of Sweet Jane by the Velvet Underground.

 

I was glad to hear this crew of upstarts carving out musical sketches of Smith-station, the Dillingham Street Bridge and other Columbus-inspired landmarks.  I hope to see a lot more of the Shadowville All-stars.  They kicked out the jams.  Check out their space at http://www.myspace.com/shadowvilleallstars.

 

Next up were the vocal harmonies of Kat and Renee, both of whom have wonderful voices.  Their blues and country-inspired tunes paved the way for Columbus’ best kept secret – The Muff-tones. 

 

The Muff-tones are made up of three very talented brothers, Jim, Jack and John.  Their aural soundscapes drift across the plain of bluegrass, folk and sweeping instrumental originals.  The Muff-tones play both acoustic and electric instruments naturally or through various effects, sounding at once intensely original and vaguely familiar.  

 

The band started their set in a traditional formation – guitar, banjo and electric bass.  The sound was also traditional, very much like standard bluegrass.  Jim then switched his banjo for a dobro and then replaced that with a mandolin.  The trio swooped and sweltered through some speedy newgrass, ragtime and instrumental folk ballads.  Titles included “Road to Recovery,” “Running from Nothing,” “Bleach” and “Square Dance.”    “Searching” was described by Jim as something “Barry White would play if he grew up in Kentucky.”  Each piece told a story. 

 

Slowly the effects were added.  Jack played his acoustic guitar through a synth pedal, making the instrument sound like keyboard washes.  Jim then pulled out an old Ibanez electric head-banger guitar and played it through an assortment of effects.  This all added to an interstellar sound that brought the listener from the coalmines of Kentucky to a psychedelic galaxy far, far away.

 

The Muff-tones ended their set with a very dexterous groove full of rich, acoustic textures and synchronistic rhythms showcasing these front porch symphonies.  The band seems to be tightening up its sound and line-up.  This band is worth catching around town.

 

The final act at Backyard Blues was Eddie Jones.  Jones sat on stage like a professional blues player and belted out “I Got a Woman” by Ray Charles and jammed with a young bass player and Jim from the Muff-tones on some blues in E.

 

He was then joined on stage by Eileen d’Esterno, a local sculptor and painter who began singing the blues in a sultry and sexy voice.  Whether it was her verses or the swaying of her hips in front of the still seated Jones, the performance was cut short by Jones’ significant other who ruches on stage only to yank the cable from the guitar, silencing the room and leaving d’Esterno to ask:  “What happened?  Did the cops come?”

 

The cops should have come.  I haven’t had more fun of recent, and best of all, the event was free.  All performers gave of their time and talent, and some really good folks supported the event with sound, lights and spirit.  Gotshall said he would host more of these events, so keep your ears open for good things to come from Backyard Blues.

 

• Larry CR Caddell larrycrcaddell@hotmail.com

 

 

 

 

Living in Dreams [by Gene Woolfolk, Jr.]

Living in Dreams
by Woolfolk, Charleton Eugene, Jr. #41746

I.

Lyin' in bed
Thinkin' what was said
Wondrin' what's the deal ...
Is this for real?
Mysteries unsolved
The world still revolves
How will I explain
What all seems in vain?

Chorus:

Dreams, they come and go
Prophetic, they show
Whatever will be
Will we ever see?
Dreams help me escape
Dreams take different shapes
No matter how it seems
I'm living in dreams

II.

Emotional pains
Locked down in chains
Are internal scars
Behind iron bars
Feeling so strange
Feelings that change
The price I paid
Reality fades

III.

Lost in my thoughts
Over things that I have sought
Fledgling insanity
Cause of vanity
Feeling dispair
Does anyone care?
Justice was blind
Dreams ease my mind

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Indian Summer

Indian Summer

It’s getting late,
The birds have flown

There’s a hint of
winter in the air

and the crops have all
been grown

The sun sinks low, behind
the ridge

All I can say is that it’s
been a privilege

The seeds of change ride
on the wind

Casting longer shadows

that further bend the limb

As we go on, we learn to
pick

the fruits of our labor

while we cheat the mad
man’s trick

Indian Summer, Seasons
shift

The last leaf has fallen,
the harvest has been sewn

and so the hangman’s
found no rope today

hey ey hey...

In God we trust, In love
we live

In the end we find we get
back all that we give

With an open heart, with
an open mind

We discover it’s the
truth for all mankind

It’s getting late,
as father time

approaches like a reaper

and we make the final
climb

and with open arms, we let
him in

knowing when the race is
run, it’s back to dust again, yeah

Another Indian summer...

The Cowboy drifts.. Mmmm
drift on...

Words by: Sandy
Madaris

CD OLD STANDARDS

Randy Thorn proposed CD

Title

OLD STANDARDS

A Hymn From Way Back Home

Amazing Grace

Because He Lives

Blue Eyes Cryin’ In The Rain

I Can Almost See The Lights Of Home

I Saw The Light

Leaning On The Everlasting Arms

Learning To Lean

Precious Memories

So Much To Thank Him For

That’s The Man I’m Lookin’ For

The King Of Glory

The Lighthouse

The Old Country Church

The Old Ship Of Zion

Time Has Made A Change In Me

What A Day That Will Be

When He Beckons Me Home

Where Would I Be Without Jesus

Zion’s Hill

Kingside Recordings

justin_blackburn

Open Poetry Reading with Featured Poet Justin Blackburn
Bring a poem to read during the open poetry reading! Our featured poet is Justin Blackburn.

 

Justin Blackburn is the author of two books, Gifted Disabilities and It's Hard To Get There When You Are Already There. Currently is writing a book called Enjoy The Irresistible Present, he hopes it will help continue to raise the vibration of the human beings upon planet earth. Justin Blackburn believes we live in a perfect world, where you rule your own universe. He is an Intuitive spiritual counselor at Kimah Healing Arts Center. This is an encore performance for Justin who featured for us last year and was a big hit!!
 

When

Jun 4, 2009 at 7:00 PM

 

Where
Columbus Public Library (auditorium) 3000 Macon Rd Columbus, Georgia

For more information
Contact: Ron Self
Phone: 706 221-4370

Poem For My Dying Grandfather Afraid To Fall Asleep

Slip off easy into the secret of your breath,
Beautiful beaten man,
Your flowers will be fenced in no longer,
Your childhood playmates are waiting in the promise land
To lift your bruised believing body off
Into the echo of your thunder

You are a boy growing younger
From the magic of the past,
Don’t ask me how
The light is visible now,
No more do you have to hide your darkness from the dark,
Hold your heart up,
God will take care of it
If you don’t wake up
 

 

 

 

Justin Blackburn

Twenty Dollars

Just letting you know
The other day
When I hurt your feelings
By inferring you were balding
It had nothing to do with you really
It was my own insecurities

See for a moment there
I thought my girlfriend liked you better than me
I became very scared and jealous
I criticized you to make myself feel better
And to make my girlfriend think you were ugly

You are not ugly,
You are not even balding,
There is nothing wrong with thin hair.

Along with the note
I have left you twenty dollars
Go buy yourself a nice big breakfast
Or a Beatles album
It is the least I can do.

Ashes To Justice 2

Ashes to Justice

 

Sundown about a week ago,

I took a rest.

I burned the winter bullets

at her request.

 

She reached out and touched him

through her void.

And when his heart burst

his dream was destroyed.

 

Ashes to justice

they spread in the dust... us.

Spirits in the air

and the voice is there.

 

She fled to the underground

as clear as dawn.

All the fragments were strewn

they could not be found.

 

They were of pictures

stained on the glass.

The smell of summer

rising up from the grass. 

 

What he can do

is what he don't want to do.

Look into her chemicals

and the cobalt eyes.

 

His head fell suddenly

against the ground.

The glass on the canvas

made a crinkling sound.

 

Ashes to dust... us

is looking for justice.

Spirit in the air

going who knows where.

 

-Will Dockery

 

At Doctor Windsor's

Will Dockery, April 2009