(Song title from Blind Willie McTell’s catalogue, by McTell)

On and on and on I walk,
Down roads which have no end,
I hope to arrive at my home,
Across the street, round the bend,
But on and on and on I go,
Until my hope’s depleted,
Suffering from the travelin’ blues,
I lay my head down; defeated.

(Song title from Blind Willie McTell’s catalogue, by McTell)

A soldier proudly marches,
Off to war he goes,
Into a terrible struggle,
Facing agonising blows,
His head oozing on the ground,
His eyes water running out,
His friends are dead around him,
No sanctuary or aid about,
He gives up the fight but in his dreams,
He imagines the women left behind,
His mother, his lover, his daughter,
Three women blues he finds,
He prays for them with his last breath,
And attains peace with his unnecessary death.

(Song title from B.B. King’s catalogue, by King and Taub)

We argued,
I left and ran for cover,
Hours
Days passed,
Weeks,
Months passed,
Years,
I had vanished I thought,
You found my hideout,
You sent a note,
This is what you wrote,
“I love you, my angel, I love you,
Please hurry home”.

(Song title from Lightnin’ Hopkins’ catalogue, by Whittaker)

He stalks the parks; staring; leering,
Smiling contented,
Hiding behind his façade of walking his dog,
He reveals his true darkness,
As around the roundabout he ambles and strolls,
Looking at the children in their innocent poses,
We crouches by a boy alone in the shadows,
A boy who is happy to sit down and doodle,
He tells this stalker “let me play with your poodle”,
The menace moves in.

(Song title from Blind Blake’s catalogue, composer unknown)

At the end of a bar a man sits alone,
Strumming his tune and singing his song,
No one else seems to notice or hear him.
“Can’t help but wonder where things went wrong”,
He repeats the same line over and over,
And repents with his words for his sickening crimes,
But no one listens or cares for a man,
Who battles his conscience to melancholic guitar chimes.

(Song title from Howlin’ Wolf’s catalogue, by James B. Oden)

I turn and notice him; zoom,
Standing across the room,
A look of passion upon his face,
I walk to him and we embrace,
I feel his body heat and lust starts to grow,
Tonight is the night for goin’ down slow.

I tear at his clothing; rip,
Gently pull down his zip,
Relaxed I stand naked before him,
I trace my tongue from limb to limb,
He falls to his knees to place his final blow,
Tonight is the night for goin’ down slow.