Tuesday Photo Challenge – Time – End Of Time

I took these 3 pictures at Art Prize 2017, and have been waiting to use them. When I look at them I see death, as in my brain I picture a hearse being pulled behind and as I think a few songs pop into my head. The second song even mentions the white horses. So That is why I say these are the End Of Time, or Grasping Reality.

Fixin’ To Die

Feelin’ funny in my mind Lord, I believe I’m fixin’ to die
Feelin’ funny in my mind Lord, I believe I’m fixin’ to die
Well I don’t mind dyin’ but I hate to leave my children cryin’

Well look over yonder, to that buryin’ ground
Look over yonder, to that buryin’ ground
Sure seems lonesome, Lord when the sun goes down

Feelin’ funny in my eyes Lord, I believe I’m fixin’ to die, fixin’ to die
Feelin’ funny in my eyes Lord, I believe I’m fixin’ to die
Well I don’t mind dyin’ but I hate to leave my children cryin’

Well there’s black smoke risin’ Lord, it’s risin’ up above my head, up above my head
Well there’s black smoke risin’ Lord, it’s risin’ up above my head
Can you tell Jesus, “Make up my dyin’ bed”

Well I’m walkin’ kinda funny Lord, I believe I’m fixin’ to die, fixin’ to die
Yes I’m walkin’ kinda funny Lord, I believe I’m fixin’ to die
Fixin’ to die, fixin’ to die
Well I don’t mind dyin’ but I hate to leave my children cryin’

Songwriters: Booker T. Washington

See That My Grave Is Kept Clean

Well, there’s one kind-a favor I’ll ask of you
Well, there’s one kind-a favor I’ll ask of you
There’s just one kind favor I’ll ask of you
You can see that my grave is kept clean

And there’s two white horses following me
And there’s two white horses following me
I got two white horses following me
Waiting on my burying ground

Did you ever hear that coughin’ sound?
Did you ever hear that coughin’ sound?
Did you ever hear that coughin’ sound?
Means another poor boy is underground

Did you ever hear them church bells tone?
Have you ever hear that church bells tone?
Did you ever hear them church bells tone?
Means another poor boy is dead and gone

And my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold
And my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold
And my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold
Now I believe what the Bible told

There’s just one last favor I’ll ask of you
And there’s one last favor I’ll ask of you
There’s just one last favor I’ll ask of you
See that my grave is kept clean

Songwriters: Blind Lemon Jefferson

In My Time Of Dying

Well, in my time of dying don’t want nobody to mourn
All I want for you to do is take my body home
Well, well, well, so I can die easy
Well, well, well
Well, well, well, so I can die easy
Jesus gonna make up, Jesus gonna make up
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed

Well, meet me Jesus, meet me, meet me in the middle of the air
If these wings should fail me
Lord, won’t you meet me with another pair?
Well, well, well, so I can die easy
Well, well, well
Well, well, well, so I can die easy
Jesus gonna make up, Jesus gonna make up
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed

Lord, in my time of dying, don’t want nobody to cry
All I want you to do is take me when I die
Well, well, well, so I can die easy
Well, well, well
Well, well, well, so I can die easy
Jesus gonna make up, Jesus gonna make up
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed

Songwriters: Bob Dylan

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