A crime of passion

Did you see Lackawanna blues? Well I saw it over the Christmas holiday. It was a great story. Ruben Santiago Hudson did an excellent job telling a touching story; a story of stories it was. One in particular stuck with me. I like sharing stories that stick with me. Now don’t let it freak you out. But I do understand crimes of passion. Not saying I would commit one, but I understand them better now. It’s like a previous post about the abyss, I’ve stood on the brink and looked across and it was nothing but the power of God that kept me away. Anyway here is Mr. (Small) Paul’s story, played by Jeffrey Wright, one of the drifters that nanny took in.

Oh I loved,
Loved that woman

When I’m with her
I felt like a king
When I’m with that womanI didn’t need a doggone thing
Oh Lord!

I went down to that woman’s house
And knock, knocked on her door
She had the nerve to tell me she didn’t want me no more
Oh Lord!

As I walked away, my heart in my hand
I had the strangest feeling she was with another man.
I had the strangest feeling she was with another man.

I kicked down that woman’s door
She was naked, holding that man, making love on the floor

I lost my mind for a time
Oh Lord!

I grabbed that butcher knife
He jumped up in my face
And I swung

I swang that butcher knife
I dug into his body
I pulled it out
I dug it in
I pulled it out
Oh, oh Lord!

There was blood
Blood on my hands
And there was blood
Blood on my face
Blood on the walls
Blood all over the place

When I had finished swinging that knife
I had taken his and her life