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Glistening coffee eyes deeply peering through mounds of rich, bearded head disarmingly kind, evoking trust the look of a sorrowful past, he graciously smiled and unhurriedly spoke taken aback, taking me seriously “No one has ever asked for that song it has never been recorded I am surprised you even know it.” For a few seconds we looked, but said nothing for this moment felt somehow large maybe they could play it the next time in town a song of his brother’s fight to stay alive we could not have known that in the months to follow, “cures” would shear the head of this Lamb too and I would send his own words back to him for courage: “Pay no mind to the vultures and the vultures will fly off again” I wonder, if, upon hearing the news he recalled this exchange at a bar in MN and it gave him chills like it did to me
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Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 8:25 AM UTC
Prophetic Utterances (repost in Dave's honor)
Glistening coffee eyes deeply peering through mounds of rich, bearded head disarmingly kind, evoking trust the look of a sorrowful past, he graciously smiled and unhurriedly spoke taken aback, taking me seriously “No one has ever asked for that song it has never been recorded I am surprised you even know it.” For a few seconds we looked, but said nothing for this moment felt somehow large maybe they could play it the next time in town a song of his brother’s fight to stay alive we could not have known that in the months to follow, “cures” would shear the head of this Lamb too and I would send his own words back to him for courage: “Pay no mind to the vultures and the vultures will fly off again” I wonder, if, upon hearing the news he recalled this exchange at a bar in MN and it gave him chills like it did to me
I learned today that Dave has passed away...the intense communion that he and has band mate and lover shared was of such beauty and inspiration, I cannot imagine her loss right now. There was something extraordinary about him. I am hit with heavy sadness, I knew something was wrong that day.....so sad. The bearded head and song lyrics belong to David Lamb of Brown Bird, who has been fighting Leukemia for nearly a year. This is the song: http://www.npr.org/event/music/160606867/brown-bird-folks-tattooed-troubadours
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Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 8:25 AM UTC
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