Let you down easy, let you down hard,Leave your heart hanging out in the yard.Life likes to hurt, knows how to kill,Hold onto your dreams, hold onto your will.Between you and the darkness, is only you,Stand up straight and walk on through.There’s still magic, still love and soul,Rising from the depths like rock and roll.KeepContinue reading “dream baby dream”
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Finish The Game
Rock and roll doesn’t need statues. It’s alive.Like Willie Nile.It’s in the pavement. The cracks in the wall in a sweaty club. When the singer testifies.It’s no museum piece.What goods a statue at the end of the world?It’s in the air. It’s in your walk. How you talk. How you get back up. Every time.IContinue reading “Finish The Game”
Light Me Home
The stars are out tonight.A cold February night.The streetlights flicker, and I can see my breath escape my lungs into the cold night air.Light me home. Light me home.The silence, broken by the occasional taxi racing up the street,or a shout from a street over.Don’t you know people are trying to sleep?I feel an oldContinue reading “Light Me Home”
Pawn Shop Guitar Man
I’m a pawn shop guitar man.They don’t let me in uptown.I don’t get around downtown much either. I’ve been waiting for the bus,but the buses don’t run. It’s okay.It could be worse. I’ve got this guitar. Paint’s a little worn. Six strings.Twenty frets. A universe. Lift it from the case.Start to play. Testifying beneath theContinue reading “Pawn Shop Guitar Man”
Home
I’ve got a little Park20W amp.It sits under a tablein the bedroom. I’ve owned it for 30 years,and still some days,when the rain tumbles downand my feet can’t get on the ground,I unwrap the wire,I plug it in. I unspool the guitar leadand plug it into my guitar,full of soul. I turn the volume up,makeContinue reading “Home”
Paul Andrew Sneddon 