2025 Competition Entry:
Black Thumb by Guy Capecelatro III
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Genre
Rock
Artist
Co-writer(s)
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Performer(s)
Guy Capecelatro III – vocals, guitars and writing.
Terry Palmer – keyboards, bass, drums, production.
Terry Palmer – keyboards, bass, drums, production.
Description
This a song that takes a fictional account of losing a partner. It’s informed by my own journey of losing my wife to cancer 8 years ago. Wild ride, these lives.
Bio
Guy Capecelatro III is a prolific singer-songwriter who has played in a slew of bands (Unbunny, South China, Toast, Northern, The Buckets, Laurel Brauns, Foxlove, Size of Guam, Ghostly Neighbor, Pale Wallace, The Landladys, Mara Flynn, The Estate Collective) and is a frequent collaborator (Brown Bird, Tan Vampires, Craig Werth, Pearl and the Beard, Anna Vogelzang, Dan Blakeslee). Drawing more inspiration from the literary world than musical, his songs give an intricate glimpse into many worlds.
Travelling through 47 states hitch-hiking around the country before entering first grade, racing motorcycles, studying philosophy and doing a wide array of jobs (landscaper, dishwasher, lifeguard, bus-boy, dock-builder, babysitter, record-reviewer, painter, cook, chimney sweep, mason) all play a part in the work. Capecelatro has published two books of poetry with a third and a collection of stories set to be released in 2025. He currently lives in Kittery Maine and works as a landscaper.
Travelling through 47 states hitch-hiking around the country before entering first grade, racing motorcycles, studying philosophy and doing a wide array of jobs (landscaper, dishwasher, lifeguard, bus-boy, dock-builder, babysitter, record-reviewer, painter, cook, chimney sweep, mason) all play a part in the work. Capecelatro has published two books of poetry with a third and a collection of stories set to be released in 2025. He currently lives in Kittery Maine and works as a landscaper.
Lyrics
Black Thumb
There’s a line of leaking light
Breaking through the shuttered blinds
Cats are stretched out on the rug
Slowly following like vines
There’s a pile of empty boxes
A single plant inside the room
Orangy-red and pretty pungent
A Begonia in bloom
Jarid sleeping on the couch
That he drove up from down south
And the smell inside his head
Makes him dream that she’s not dead
Everybody’s rolling over
Moving in and out of sun
She was giving plants away
He always had the blackest thumb
Speeding northbound in the Datsun
With the plant set on the map
He could almost hear her breathing
And her head upon his lap
Jarid dreaming through the days
And the cats have grown afraid
He’s not used to the winter
They can see he’s getting thinner
There’s a line of leaking light
Breaking through the shuttered blinds
Cats are stretched out on the rug
Slowly following like vines
There’s a pile of empty boxes
A single plant inside the room
Orangy-red and pretty pungent
A Begonia in bloom
Jarid sleeping on the couch
That he drove up from down south
And the smell inside his head
Makes him dream that she’s not dead
Everybody’s rolling over
Moving in and out of sun
She was giving plants away
He always had the blackest thumb
Speeding northbound in the Datsun
With the plant set on the map
He could almost hear her breathing
And her head upon his lap
Jarid dreaming through the days
And the cats have grown afraid
He’s not used to the winter
They can see he’s getting thinner
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