Been kicked by the wind, robbed by the sleet

I don’t know where these songs come from sometimes – these tunes that appear magically in my head, especially when I have a visual prompt.

I’d been looking at photos I’d taken earlier this month, and believe me there aren’t many. I’m usually a picture-takin’ fool, but I’ve been going through a dry patch lately.

It isn’t necessarily a bad thing, though.

 

And then I came across this particular picture. I remember that I happened to have the macro lens on the camera when I captured this toad in our backyard a couple of weeks ago. We’d had no rain to speak of and the grass had turned brown and crispy. (It’s quite nice right now after all the rain last week, however).

And anyway, I thought Mr. Toad here looked down and dirty but still willin’. And then this song started playing in my brain. I haven’t thought of this song in about 40 years and I guess I’m really showing my age here. I believe I was in high school when I first heard it.

Please don’t judge me about the reference to drugs. * gasp *

 

 

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I been warped by the rain, driven by the snow
I'm drunk and dirty don't ya know, and I'm still, willin'
Out on the road late at night, Seen my pretty Alice in every head light
Alice, Dallas Alice

I've been from Tuscon to Tucumcari
Tehachapi to Tonapah
Driven every kind of rig that's ever been made
Driven the back roads so I wouldn't get weighed
And if you give me: weed, whites, and wine
And you show me a sign
I'll be willin', to be movin'

Little Feat – Willin’