There’s no general agreement about what paradise looks like. For some it’s perfumed gardens and dozens of almond-eyed virgins. For others it’s an end to the cycles of rebirth and the wheel of suffering. Or it’s a place where nothing ever happens. Some folks go in for flowing robes or gazing into the brilliant eyes of divinity. I’m not sure where Leadbelly got his conception of heaven (from the Church of the Big Rock Candy Mountain, probably), but it’s a cosmology that could win a lot of converts. This is from a record called Leadbelly Sings Folksongs. Woody Guthrie appears as a guest, among others (not here). I won’t spoil it; let me just say this: They got a lot of pancakes up in heaven.
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