All 78s are brand new and all sealed
A customer bought them but realized his record player didn't play 78s so I'm reposting. Adjusted some pricing as well.
Shipping is $4 for the first $1 for each additional record.
Robert Johnson - Cross Road Blues / Ramblin' On My Mind (10", 78rpm RE) RSD exclusive release limited to 950 pressings $60
Robert Johnson - Terraplane Blues / Kind Hearted Woman Blues (10" 78rpm Ltd) RSD exclusive release limited to 1800 copies $12
Blind Willie Johnson - Dark Was The Night - Cold Was The Ground / It's Nobody's Fault But Mine (10", 78rpm) RSD exclusive 2019 $15
Blind Willie McTell - Statesboro Blues / Three Women Blues (10" 78rpm) 2019 RSD exclusive release limited to 1500 copies $15
Offers are welcome. I have multiple copies of both Robert Johnson albums... don't sell your soul at the cross roads!
I want these to go to good homes with people that will appreciate and love them. Pictures and discog links are available upon request
❦ 1
Any violence registered as so soft
Ends in circle of that skin bag of ground bones
Dangling jingle jangle on top of a flagpole,
White skirts to the entrance of the sheepish village.
❦ 2
I lost the chance, missed the mark
Time strayed me, for I let flail the spur and rein.
❦ 3
Principally unhappy
Laying to waste all that is, beyond far what can be had, plus all those there were not;
Make those dry grass, dry leaves a cloister
A warm slot of rest to pretend dying in -
But you have no aptitude at all to die,
You but desire to pass away into murky, torpifying nothing, not
Never had you wanted to see nothings wrangle with themselves [and that death itself howls and sleeps to brim, from the jarred scars from the heights of vertigo emptiness, the well-endowed sloops in the basins of wide, wider, high sea sadness]
Gallope, jostle, ramble, these deaths on their own fields and ranges that know and love them; drink they them each other to rot fervently for they have Body that lives to feel even while dying, being dead, gone all traces and imprints -
But it’s clear that you have no such Body.
You easily passing thing, [you, not yet an adept, a will or a tool-to-be-rider under any deaths]
For so, as in desiring home, you desire as predicted an unfeeling passing, perfect oblivion -
But oblivions are never perfect [which is plainly known to you too],
And dying unfeeling is “as if not dying at all”, so,
Do you yet covet life? Is to the core of these
Superficial corps and outgrowth of deathdrive, still there; the core well self-position within earth, is here
Your retained self-coveting desire for more life?
Shame to your earth, your growing beings;
Shame to your life,
Shame to your ineptitude that knows nothing of any strand of a yielding, patient softness;
Principally undeserving of death.
Feel instead “this” “your” lifedeath!
