Brass Buttons, green silks... bottle of blues

Tiny Tuesday: Brass Buttons

"Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes
Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottle of blues
And the tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair
Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes
 
My mind was young until she grew
My secret thoughts known only by the few
It was a dream much to real
To be leaned against too long
All the time I think she knew
 
Her words still dance inside my head
Her comb still lies beside my bed
And the sun comes up without her
It just doesn't know she's gone
Ooh, but I remember everything she said
 
Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes
Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottle of blues
And the tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair
Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes"
 
Gram Parsons - Brass Buttons 


I was a bit stumped what to take a shot of for my blip, as apart from a visit to the dentist first thing, I have been "chained" to my desk at work all day.  I mentioned this to Cathy, who thought hard and mentioned that she had a tin of buttons that she used to let the kids play with, and was there anything there that would work? 


After a fruitless half an hour trying to take pictures of little piles of buttons (I kid you not, this is the sort of thing Blip can drive you to), the Muse relented and my love of music came to my rescue.  Specifically the late great Gram Parsons and his hymn to his deceased mother.

Gram's history is reasonably well known - he played with the Byrds and was an enormous influence on the sort of country tinged rock that lead to the Eagles. He was a pal of Keith Richards and wrote Wild Horses, which the Stones covered.  His two solo studio albums featuring Emmylou Harris on backing vocals and such country legends as James Burton on guitar are a delight.

Sadly, he died all too young at just 26, another victim of drugs and booze.  In a bizarre twist two of his friends stole his body drove it to Joshua Tree and attempted to cremate it in a canyon in the desert.