Broken Soul

Golden Idols

You Said Goodbye

MR CRUMP AND THE MEMPHIS BLUES
© 2025 Lance Thomas Davidson All Rights Reserved

Preamble:
This work is a newly authored blues composition containing entirely original lyrical material except for one historically public-domain line derived from the early Memphis campaign song associated with W. C. Handy. That public-domain line appears here in its authentic form: “Mister Crump don’t low no easy riders here.” All other lines, verses, structures, refrains, and narrative elements in this composition are wholly original and constitute new copyrighted material.

I’ve got those Memphis blues, rollin’ down the line again,
That lonesome river hummin’ low, callin’ out just like a friend.

The night train rattled past me where the cypress shadows lean,
And every whistle cried a memory of the towns where I have been,
I felt the Delta breathing slow beneath the silver of the moon,
And every step along that road still hummed the same old tune.

Mister Crump don’t low no easy riders here,
But I keep driftin’ anyway, holdin’ tight to what I hear,
And though the world keeps turnin’ rough, I steady through the year,
These Memphis blues gon’ follow me far as the highways clear.

I’ve walked through Beale Street early when the vendors set their stands,
Heard guitars moanin’ gentle in the warm of wakin’ lands,
Saw the faces of the workmen as they wiped the mornin’ sweat,
And knew the blues they carried were the ones I won’t forget.

Mister Crump don’t low no easy riders here,
But the folks of Memphis whisper songs that chase away the fear,
They stomp their feet, they clap their hands, they make the night sincere,
And every shout and every cry rings strong from far and near.

I’ve felt the river rising when the storms begin to swell,
And heard the steamboat captain ring his heavy-shakin’ bell,
The levee workers chantin’ as they faced the muddy roar,
Singin’ blues that rolled like thunder all along the shore.

Mister Crump don’t low no easy riders here,
But still the hearts of Memphis folk stay steady and sincere,
They bend but never crumble when the weight is drawin’ near,
And through it all the Memphis blues remain the song they hear.

I’ve wandered down the backroads where the gravel meets the clay,
Heard lonely footsteps echoin’ at the close of weary day,
And though my sorrow lingers like the smoke that won’t unwind,
These Memphis blues remind me there’s a strength I’ll always find.

Mister Crump don’t low no easy riders here,
But I keep movin’ forward with my eyes a little clear,
For even though the skies may break and nights may disappear,
These Memphis blues lift up my soul and wipe away the tear.

The world keeps changin’, slow or fast, but blues don’t ever fade,
They rise from every heartbreak that a ramblin’ life has made,
And when the road gets heavy and my footsteps tumble small,
The Memphis blues reach out to me and never let me fall.

So when the lantern’s flickerin’ and the midnight hums its song,
And the town is sleepin’ gentle though the night is deep and long,
I’ll hum the tune of Memphis till the mornin’ light is new,
These blues have walked beside me, and they always pull me through.

I’ve got those Memphis blues, softly carryin’ me home,
Where every heartbeat finds its place and no one walks alone.



Mr. Crump and the Memphis Blues

(Puppet Strings) I told Marley the Martian you may not understand now you understand in the future when you have a family of your own I ain't signing no birth certificate so they can throw me in jail and take my license and take half your check I sign over my rights before I do that now your mother and the government can have custody of you not getting a dollar out of me and your tax me on everything in this world on Allah the only thing that's free in this life is jail time and you get that for not paying child support my best advice beat The matrix and when you think things getting hard they got a thing for us father's card sign over our rights so the government and the mother can have full custody I'm from the hood I ain't hear nothing I ain't see nothing I don't know nothing and I ain't signing nothing let me talk to my lawyer have him go over this paperwork before I sign over my rights I ain't going to tell you again don't get caught up in paperwork next 18 years paying child support and them give you jail time and taking half your check once you sign it's hard to get off the game is free don't forget I told you that now you know you can get some money from me son you know I love my kids with all my heart fuck the system🧐since they like playing mind games and splitting families up🫵🏿and leaving fathers and mothers to do jail time and take their license so they don't have a way to work they playing a dirty game telling the child's mother she can only work certain hours and telling the father he got to work two jobs so they can take both checks half of them in still throw him in jail if he don't pay child support or miss a payment better yet even take your license so you can't drive or get a job🖕🏿 Happy ten year birthday Doss Marley Ware son I'm still here👀🥳😍😘🫡

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I spent years swallowing storms,
holding myself still so you could stay calm.
You talked over me, around me, through me—
never once to my face, never once with respect.

You treated my silence like weakness,
my patience like permission.
You pushed and pushed and pushed—
until the quiet girl cracked
and something feral rose up.

You built this fire.
Now watch it burn.

This is my DEAF GIRL RIOT—
no more quiet, no more polite.
You didn’t hear me when I spoke soft,
so now you get the scream you brushed off.
You wanted calm from the chaos you made—
but tonight I’m done being betrayed.
This is my DEAF GIRL RIOT—
you wanted silence…
now watch me defy it.

You rolled your eyes at “face me,”
acted annoyed at “repeat that,”
treated access like an inconvenience
I was supposed to apologize for.

You blamed me for the jokes YOU mumbled,
the words YOU swallowed,
the things YOU refused to say—
then wondered why I couldn’t keep up.
I held myself together for years—
but the girl you ignored
is gone for good.

You trained me to be quiet—
now deal with the noise.

This is my DEAF GIRL RIOT—
the fire you sparked finally goes violent.
You ignored my truth, dismissed my need,
and now you face the fury I buried to breathe.
You wanted someone who stayed small—
but pressure makes explosions
most of all.

FACE ME WHEN YOU SPEAK— DON’T YOU DARE TURN AWAY! 
I’VE SPENT MY WHOLE LIFE BREAKING MY BODY TO UNDERSTAND YOU, AND YOU STILL BLAME ME FOR THE WORDS YOU THROW AWAY! STOP. 
CALLING. ME. BROKEN! 
STOP MAKING MY SILENCE A CRIME YOU GET TO DEFINE! I’M NOT CONFUSED— 
YOU’RE JUST TOO LAZY TO TRY! 
YOU WANT A QUIET GIRL? 
YOU WANT A POLITE GIRL? 
YOU WANT A DEAF GIRL WHO TAKES YOUR SHIT— I’M. NOT. HER. ANYMORE. 
YOU HEAR ME? 
YOU HEAR ME NOW? 
GOOD. CHOKE ON THE SOUND YOU NEVER GAVE BACK! 
I LEARNED TO SURVIVE YOUR WORLD— NOW WATCH ME TEAR IT DOWN!

This is my DEAF GIRL RIOT—
the roar you created by refusing to hear it.
Every “never mind,” every sigh,
every moment you left me behind—
it all became fuel
for the fire I refuse to hide.

You wanted silence—
but I’m done being quiet.
This is my DEAF GIRL RIOT.

I didn’t break for no reason.
You forced the fault line open.
Now I rise from it—
louder than your doubt,
louder than your comfort,
louder than the world
that never listened.

You hear me now.
And I won’t stop.

DEAF GIRL RIOT

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CRAVE is a velvet-dark, breath-thick seduction track where S.Y.N and I slip into each other’s orbit like two forces they can’t fight. The song moves with a slow-burn pulse hypnotic, intimate, and charged with the kind of tension that feels like a secret being whispered against your skin.

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