God, you make me sing Funny things about you You infect my mind All the time, you do Those Crimson Tears Moving like a dancing bear It's in my blood Falling down the marble stairs It's in my blood Oh my dear, that's the way I am made, I'm afraid Those crimson tears Drip on...
But before I can dig into an exploration of the narrative content of Willie – after all, lyrics are the life-blood of any traditional folk song – I need to offer a few words about Vandaveer’s excellent performance of the material. Heidinger’s chief partner in crime is Rose Guerin, wh...