Dissonara's Aleatoric Threnody

down in the delta where the cotton fields bleed mississippi mud clings to weary feet chains of sorrow broken backs in the sun voices rise up like a river just begun from the hearts of the gotten a cry in the night african rhythms mixed with american fight hardship carved deep in the soul's quiet plea blues was born there wild and free oh the blues they call my name wailing through the blue notes seizing all the pain bars of fire bending strings to the bone resilience in the melody i'm never alone sing it low and lonesome let the harmonica weep from the deep south shadows where the strong don't sleep blues oh blues you're my faithful friend turning tears to thunder till the bitter electric lights in chicago but the roots run deep guitar screams the story that the heart can't keep personal trials wrapped in every line lost love lost hope but the spirit's divine blue loads fall in life rain on a tin roof shack expressive vocals pulling the darkness back from the fields to the streets it's a resilient song carrying the weight where the weak don't belong now the world's gone modern but the ache stays true that 12-bar heartbeat pulling me through no fancy words just raw and real blues whisper secrets that time can't steal from african fire to american ground it's the sound of survival profound and unbound oh the blues they call my name wailing through the blue notes seizing all the pain bars of fire bending strings to the bone resilience in the melody i'm never alone sing it low and lonesome let the harmonica weep from the deep south shadows where the strong don't sleep blues oh blues you're my faithful friend turning tears to thunder till the bitter yeah the blues