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A
Her Mama called her Autumn, 'cause she was born November 9, when the leaves are their most beautiful, even though they all are dying.
B
She sleeps like an angel, hypnotic her pose. There's a child alive, and blood on the rose.
She dropped a dollar in my guitar case, and I never saw her again. (But I still have that dollar!)
C
D-E-F-G
H-I-J
Inspired by Joseph Conrad's book "Heart of Darkness" and the best film adaptation "Apocalypse Now", along with the T.S. Eliot's poem "The Hollow Men" that recounts the book and is recited in the movie by Marlon Brando.
Inspired by the late great Johnny Cash and the not late but still great Neil Young. This is a love song, I think.
A simple song that harkens back to late 50s, early 60s bubblegum pop. This is meant to be good, sappy fun.
There’s a whisper in her eyes, a promise to save your soul, deception and lies in every virtue she extolls.
K
L
M
N
O
For the first time in over 60 years, this house contains no living soul.
Recorded at my childhood home the night before we sold it after Mom died.
We’ll sell it off soon to strangers, as if childhood memories could be sold.
There are no colors, there are no shades, just a fleeting essence, a glimpse and she fades.
P-Q-R
She was only 7, life had yet to begin. I remember that funeral song, and the smell of burning incense.
We once were harmony, synchronized like a rhyme, reverberating like a church, resonating in perfect time.
The wind blows the fallen leaves
A full moon floats above the trees
Rumors spread like a disease
Your eyes move rapidly in dreams
She came of age in the 40s, naive to the world's slyboots. He was much older, and wiser to his roots.
S
The crime was pre-meditated, the assault aggravated, with malice aforethought and callous disregard.
She climbed the rocks to watch the rapids descend. To get closer to her God. Maybe he’ll wash away her sins.
Days like these she should know just what I think. Yet she wonders, she wonders why I drink.
I’m too tired to play a game that I know I can’t win, so come tomorrow you’ll find me sleepin’ in.
Sometimes you hold the cards, sometimes you don't, and other times you feel like you're playing by yourself.
T-U-V
Let your life not be judged by the miles behind your shoes but by what’s left of the tread.
W-X-Y-Z
It seems like yesterday, your spirit rose with the morning sun. It seems like yesterday, your demons closed and then you were gone.