The Messenger

Album: Crusades of the Restless Knights

 

The Messenger

 

 

I am wearing old boots with high Cuban heels

Our souls they are worn and we stand here by grace

My trousers are torn and my jacket is borrowed

I am wearing my time behind the eyes in my face

 

I am not looking for loose diamonds

Or pretty girls with crosses around their necks

I don’t want four roses and water

I am not looking for God

I am not looking for sex

 

I’ve worn out my welcome in certain small circles

In Spanish bordellos and confederate states

But there is an angel in leathers and kindness

Who whispers my name and smiles at my fate

 

All the true believers are out on the road tonight

And no matter what happens, you know they’ll be okay

While the rock and roll gypsies was the last song we sang

By Mr. Van Zandt down in old Santa Fe

 

Now I have a mission and a small code of honor

To stand and deliver by whatever measures

And the message I give you is by this old poet, Rilke

He said, “Our fears are like dragons guarding our most precious treasures.”

 

I am not looking for loose diamonds

Or pretty girls with crosses around their necks

I don’t want four roses and water

I am not looking for God

I just want to see what’s next.

 

Written by Ray Wylie Hubbard

Mt. Kharma Music ( ASCAP)

Administered by Bug Music, Inc.

 

After I awoke from a long sleep someone gave me “Letters to a Young Poet” by Rainer Maria Rilke.  This book should be read whether one is a young poet, old poet, not a poet, don’t want to be a poet, don’t care about poetry one way or the other, hates poetry etc.

 

Ray Wylie Hubbard – vocals, acoustic guitar; Paul Pearcy – percussion; Glen Fukunaga – bass; Stephen Bruton – mandolin; Lloyd Maines – dobro; Terry “Buffalo” Ware – acoustic lead; Patty Griffin – harmony  vocals