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EDNA (WELL ON MY WAY)
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"She walks the streets at midnight, her life bagged in her arms / Her fantasies are friendly, her memories mean her harm" (Photo credit unknown) Folk (M/F)
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A broad range of genres and production values - from studio work to raw live performances on acoustic instruments back in the days of killer tape hiss. (All were produced as song demos vs artist demos.) IF YOU'RE A LYRIC FAN, click on the "full" or "full song info" line and play the songs from there. That way you can read the lyrics at the bottom of the page as the song plays. I am guilty of all the words, music, arrangements, production, and male vocals. Fortunately, for both you AND me, friends handled the female vocals. (Thanks Leanne, Bodra, Dianne, & Roxanne!) See ya out there!
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Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic Folk
Charts
Peak #394
Peak in subgenre #34
Author
Van Clayton Powel
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VeePo Music
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October 20, 2011
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MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 3:50
Story behind the song
An anthem for the homeless inspired by the award-winning movie "Edna; The Inebriated Woman".
Lyrics
WELL ON MY WAY She walks the streets at midnight, her life bagged in her arms Her fantasies are friendly, her memories mean her harm She talks to make sure loneliness is always kept at bay And if you listen closely I'm sure you'll hear her say "There is no Lord to listen so there is no need to pray We're born to begin dying and I'm well on my way" Her words were cold and bitter when I woke her from deep sleep Her bag clutched like a pillow, an empty bottle at her feet I told her to be leaving before the first train came Then I sank into her dark eyes and I swear I heard them say "There is no Lord to listen so there is no need to pray We're born to begin dying and I'm well on my way" A life of open winters was singing in her breath The bottle was her companion, her saviour would be death She seemed so lost and scattered that I started on my way But I froze to hear her saying, "May you never feel the pain "When there is no Lord to listen so there is no need to pray When you're born to begin dying and you find you're well on your way" I sat that night and listened to a life I could have been A life within a nightmare, all hope within a dream I've had my family near me, she's never had one home Her mama left her dying the day that she was born, saying "There is no Lord to listen so there is no need to pray We're born to begin dying and I'm well on my way" My money found her open, but my pity met with scorn She said she knew some rich men who needed it much more Though fate had not been friendly she'd fought to find her way And when the Reaper called her she'd have no debts to pay "Cause there is no Lord to listen so there is no need to pray We're born to begin dying and I'm well on my way" I don't know why old Edna was the one to cut my heart I'd found so many others lying hopeless in the dark She lifted up her bundle then she turned and walked away I shivered, deep inside me I heard the voices say "Is there no Lord to listen? Is there no need to pray? Are we born to begin dying? Am I well on my way?" ©1981 Van Clayton Powel
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