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Desolation

(Bob Nolan / Curley Fletcher 1952)

 

Desolate, destitute desert land ~

Cruel is my terrible, ruthless hand.

Waterless waste of stone and sand.

Weary and worn, tortured and torn,

 I am Desolation.

 

Steeped in eternal starvation am I,

Seared by the withering wind so dry,

Scorched by the blistering sun on high.

Sorrow me not, if thirsty men die,

For I am Desolation, Desolation, Desolation.

 

Where only fanged and the fit survive,

Only the taloned and thorned can thrive,

Withered and warped, more dead than alive,

Scorned and accursed, victim of thirst,

I am Desolation.

 

Steeped in eternal starvation am I,

Seared by the withering wind so dry,

Scorched by the blistering sun on high.

Sorrow me not, if thirsty men die

For I am Desolation, Desolation, Desolation.

 

Recording: by Dave Bourne

 

 

 

Bob Nolan registered "Desolation" for copyright on April 11, 1952. The sheet music for Desolation, co-written by Bob Nolan and Carman W. "Curley" Fletcher (1892-1953) of "The Strawberry Roan" fame was published  in 1952 by BOB NOLAN MUSIC INC a year before Curley Fletcher died. Bob wrote the melody and some of the words.  

         You are listening to the multi-track recording by Dave Bourne who made the demo for us from the sheet music. The song was never commercially recorded.

 

Cover and Frontispiece of Songs of the Sage by Curley Fletcher

 

                 Possibly Curley with Bob Nolan and two unidentified children.

 

Remembered now as a poet and songwriter of "Strawberry Roan", Curley Fletcher had been a rodeo rider until he began to lose his sight. He and Bob attended many of the same rodeos although Curley was not competing by then.  Read more about Curley. It is possible that the older man with Bob (above right) is Curley in this late 1930s picture. Compare it to the frontispiece (left) from his book of poetry, "Songs of the Sage".

 

"Curley Fletcher on a bad one. Cal. Rodeo Salinas."

  

 

The young Curley

 

(Clipping courtesy of Larry Hopper)