Lost World Blues

If there is a corollary to the last song on Vol. II of the Harry Smith Anthology (Got the Farmland Blues), it is so oblique as to be hopeless.  But coming after the creepy vignette of Circle 9, all that's left is the Town Without Pity mood of this tribute to hopeless hope.  

Lost World Blues

To the Darkness
Morning does not exist.
In the Darkness after midnight,
The Morning does not exist.
I rise to greet you, I'm
Burning, and oh so cold,
Chilled with the fever
Of your soul.

In the heart of the storm
I wait here for your kiss.
In temptation's dying moment,
I taste the fear in your kiss.
Heartache so hollow
So paralyzed and old,
You gained the world
And lost your soul.

Swaying trees, branches touch
Out under the stars.
Leaves fly up, a windy night,
Then drop beneath the stars.
All I could leave you
Was an empty bowl.
Lose the world 
And gain your soul.

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