t.d deyðu blues legendunum, John Lee Hooker og Robert Johnson. Í sínum tunglyndi skrivar John Lee Hooker: "I?ll never get out of this blues alive". Robert Johnson spælir sær við søguna um, at hann hevði [...] back door breathin' real heavy said the boys in the alley wouldn't leave her alone. Mama did her make-up in a terrible hurry she finally got ready but the boys were gone. Mama don't you worry, night's [...] window. Caress her like he knows he should. He's remembering the first time he kissed her and how he'd wake and immediately he'd miss her, like a spell, with each breath, he'd taste her breath like a haunting