Birthday Blues Psalms 49

I sat for hours playing Bessie Smith on the piano.

Title: Birthday Blues Psalms 49: A Twang of Wisdom and Feathered Protest

Intro:

On September 18, 1949, at 8:30 AM, I arrived with a chord in my chest and a whippoorwill echo, in the sky. This is my ceremonial blues twang-edited in Animator 3, sung in the key of Sweetie Bird, and rooted in the wisdom of Psalm 49. It’s a protest hymn, a birthday chant, and a piano spin through North Hollywood dreams and Riverside sighs. I never sang someone else’s goodbye. This is mine.

Birthday Blues Psalms 49

Psalm 49 is a wisdom psalm that highlights the ultimate futility of trusting in wealth, as no riches can buy a person redemption from death or eternal life. The psalm contrasts the rich, who eventually perish like animals, with the assurance that God the Universe will redeem the upright and take them to himself, emphasizing that true security is found in God the Universe, not possessions.

“Birthday Blues Psalm No. 49

I was born with a music chord in my chest,

A low-down groove that never lets me rest.

Mama said, “She’s got a preacher’s hands,”

But I played the blues, not gospel bands.

I was born on September 18, 1949

At 8:30am,

So, here I am

Now

To celebrate the year 1949

In time

For a country blues rhyme

1949, sitting on a porch on a summer night (Oldies playing in another room, crickets) 6 Hours ASMR

The keys were chipped, the stool was torn,

But I sang like a ghost on a Sunday morn.

Sweetie Bird chirped on a minor scale,

While the sky turned pink and the moon went pale.

I played for the ache, I played for the fight,

For North Hollywood dreams and Riverside nights.

Now every tune’s a protest hymn,

And every blank day’s a piano spin.

The sky was soft like a worn-out tune,

September morn, not yet noon.

I came in crying, piano-bound,

With a whippoorwill echo all around.

I'M SO LONESOME I COULD CRY (1949) by Hank Williams

Mama said, “She’s got a storm in her hands,”

Daddy just nodded, didn’t understand.

But I knew the chords before I could speak,

Played the blues in my cradle, week by week.

Sweetie Bird perched on the windowsill,

Watching the hush, feeling the chill.

She blinked once, and the keys lit up

A song poured out from a broken cup.

Now I play for ghosts and neon skies,

For North Hollywood dreams and Riverside sighs.

Every note’s a protest, every line’s a cry

But I never sang someone else’s goodbye.

Erline Harris - Rock and Roll Blues (1949) (First rock'n'roll with female vocal)

Birthday Blues Psalms 49

Psalm 49 is a wisdom psalm that highlights the ultimate futility of trusting in wealth, as no riches can buy a person redemption from death or eternal life. The psalm contrasts the rich, who eventually perish like animals, with the assurance that God will redeem the upright and take them to himself, emphasizing that true security is found in God, not possessions.

written, created, edited by

Vicki Lawana Trusselli

Trusselli Art

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