\nClearing webs from a hovel
\nA blistered hand on the handle of a shovel
\nI’ve been digging too deep, I always do<\/p>\n
I see my face on the surface
\nI look a lot like narcissis
\nA dark abyss of a emptiness
\nstanding on the edge of a drowning blue<\/p>\n
I look behind my ears for the green
\nand even my sweat smells clean
\nthe glare off the white hurt my eyes<\/p>\n
Had a lot of good intentions But my life is more than a vision My life is part of the global life A distant nation my community, Many of our artists may not last.. but people will be listening to the Indigo Girls 500 years from now, if we still have the technology to play back what has been recorded.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Clearing webs from a hovel A blistered hand on the handle of a shovel I’ve been digging too deep, I always do I see my face on the surface I look a lot like narcissis A dark abyss of a emptiness standing on the edge of a drowning blue I look behind my ears for […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1178"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1178"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1178\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1178"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1178"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1178"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nI’ve got to get out of bed,
\nGet a hammer and a nail
\nLearn how to use my hands
\nNot just my head,
\nI think myself in a jail
\nBut now i know a refuge never grows
\nFrom a chin in a hand in a thoughtful pose
\nGotta tend the earth if you want a rose<\/p>\n
\nSit around for fifty years and then collect the pensions
\nI’ve seen the road to hell
\nand just where it starts<\/p>\n
\nthe sweetest part is acting after making a decision
\nstart seeing the whole as the sum of its parts<\/p>\n
\nI found myself becoming more immobile
\nwhen I think a little girl in the world can’t do anything<\/p>\n
\nA street person my responsability
\nIf I have a care in the world I have a gift to bring<\/p>\n
\n<\/i><\/p>\n