{"id":218,"date":"2010-07-17T22:29:05","date_gmt":"2010-07-18T03:29:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lillilewis.dreamhosters.com\/wp\/?p=218"},"modified":"2010-07-17T22:29:05","modified_gmt":"2010-07-18T03:29:05","slug":"wednesdays-child","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.folkrockdiva.com\/2020\/lyrics\/wednesdays-child\/","title":{"rendered":"Wednesday&#8217;s Child"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>i&#8217;m a wednesday&#8217;s child<br \/>\n              born on ruination day<br \/>\n              to a preacher man who&#8217;s better than<br \/>\n              he took to the grave<br \/>\n              when he left his garden<br \/>\n              he caught a cold in his blood<br \/>\n              grief comes in many colors<br \/>\n              and so does love<\/p>\n<p>grandaddy shot his self<br \/>\n              straight in the head<br \/>\n              but the bullet didn&#8217;t get him<br \/>\n              bigotry killed him dead<br \/>\n              and i say is this my story<br \/>\n              is this my problem with rage<br \/>\n              am i making too much of it<br \/>\n              or am i turning the page?<\/p>\n<p>well it is what it is<br \/>\n              and it ain&#8217;t what it ain&#8217;t<\/p>\n<p>grandma lives alone now<br \/>\n              in the middle of a cotton field<br \/>\n              where deep in the darkness<br \/>\n              every star in heaven&#8217;s revealed<br \/>\n              she tells me light and lonely<br \/>\n              tread a narrow line<br \/>\n              that&#8217;s why even the sun<br \/>\n              can&#8217;t hold its head up all the time<\/p>\n<p>mama gave me a book<br \/>\n              about a small feathered seed<br \/>\n              whose destiny it was<br \/>\n              to ride the spirit breeze<br \/>\n              and the wind was to decide<br \/>\n              where she rested and took root<br \/>\n              am I the fallen seed<br \/>\n              am I the spirit fruit?<\/p>\n<p>well it is what it is<br \/>\n              and it ain&#8217;t what it ain&#8217;t<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>i&#8217;m a wednesday&#8217;s child born on ruination day to a preacher man who&#8217;s better than he took to the grave when he left his garden he caught a cold in his blood grief comes in many colors and so does love grandaddy shot his self straight in the head but the bullet didn&#8217;t get him [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"bgseo_title":"","bgseo_description":"","bgseo_robots_index":"","bgseo_robots_follow":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[131],"tags":[132],"class_list":["post-218","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-lyrics","tag-sleepers-wake"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.folkrockdiva.com\/2020\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/218","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.folkrockdiva.com\/2020\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.folkrockdiva.com\/2020\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.folkrockdiva.com\/2020\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.folkrockdiva.com\/2020\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=218"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.folkrockdiva.com\/2020\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/218\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.folkrockdiva.com\/2020\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=218"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.folkrockdiva.com\/2020\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=218"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.folkrockdiva.com\/2020\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=218"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}