Postcards From Hell

I am a person who tends to get music on “repeat“. My favorite genres span a wide range but I listen to a lot of Americana.

Have had this one on repeat for the past ~week by the Wood Brothers:

The main lyrics go:

I know a man and he sings the blues. He plays just what he feels. Keeps a letter in the pocket of his coat. He never breaks the seal.

Sat up in a barroom corner. Playing for tips and beer. People carrying on and drinking - you got a string to hear.

I see him play on some old cheap guitar. I’ve never heard a soul so pure and true. He can sing so sweet as choir girl. See him calling up the angels…..

If you ask him how he sings those blues so well. He says I got a soul that I won’t sell, I got a soul that I wont sell… I won’t read no post cards from hell

It’s a song about never selling your soul, and a good reminder that the way to capture value isn’t to take it - it’s to create much much more than you retain, and the life that you build taking bits off the top can be fuller than your wildest dreams.