I'm now in my third week of listening to Lucinda Williams' latest CD, West. (It came out in February, which should tell you how far behind the times I am.)
It's clear after one listen that she's been visited by bad fortune in the recent past. She's been jilted by a lover. (See Wrap My Head Around That.) Her mother has passed away. Those two themes haunt West.
My favorite, Mama You Sweet:
With an ocean in my spirit
And cracks on my lips
And scars in my heart
And this burden on my hips
Ocean becomes heavy and tries
To push its way out
Through these ancient eyes
And the memories in my mouth
