Author Archives: Paul B Womack


A friend to talk to

I want a friend to talk to,
Not a lover.
I want to talk about you
With another.

But don’t be scared,
I’m still in love with you.
I just want a friend to talk to.

Someone who will understand.

Because there are a lot […] Read the rest


A Soul’s Ascent

Thoughts are flying fast,
Past me and sometimes through me.
Images are a blur,
Brilliant and often unfathomable to me.

Al are mine,
But I can’t hold on.
I grasp at everything.
I remember nothing.

Thoughts of summer days,
Harsh sunlight with unappreciated […] Read the rest


Songs From the Year I Was Born : 1966

Here’s what Mark says about this playlist of songs from the year he was born : 1966.

Movie lovers generally agree that 1939 was the greatest year for movies. There’s no similar consensus on a best year for music. But I think 1966 would have to be in the

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Almost

I’ve run out of things to say
Almost.
It’s time to be on my way
Almost.
Just one last word about what we’ve lost.

There is so much love around
And still war and violence abound.
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Second Ten

These are my second ten – the ones that didn’t make my top ten Desert Island Records. Now, if this is the only box of music that washes up on shore, I’ll still be happy. Well, I don’t know. I’ll still be stranded on a desert island with ten records […] Read the rest


My Playlist : 20120

Ten years ago I was already listening to about half of these bands, half I hadn’t heard of yet. That’s one of the reasons I like putting these lists together – they’re a story of where you’ve been, where you are now and (perhaps) a little glimpse of where you’re […] Read the rest


Riverwalk

The Riverwalk in San Antonio is more a tourist trap and restaurant row these days than anything else. Tour boats and colored umbrellas and thousands of people with their eyes on everything buts what’s in front of them. I

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RoadKillWear

It was hard to spot a dead animal by the side of the road after it snowed. They looked like a little white mound, like a corpse buried in white dirt, and Farley couldn’t tell if it was a road kill or just garbage or what. That was why he […] Read the rest


Susan’s Suggestions

I got a list of things to listen to from Susan. Thought I would pass on her suggestions, and maybe she will send me a list of her Desert Island Records. When she does, I’ll post those, too.

Thanks, Susan. I’ve got a lot of these on my iTunes already. […] Read the rest


Mother & Daughter

Our Texas tours are all about history – creating our family’s personal history, that is. One of the most beautiful parts of that history is watching my wife and our daughter. It is a relationship I will never

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