new song alert The girl sat sobbing in the shadow of the battered penthouse shed. He tried to catch his
Tower Bridge, near London Bridge He was moping in a pub near the boring, real London Bridge and he finally
  He met her in a cafe near Montmartre. But he knew her slightly from back home; she'd been in
New 'studio' recording alert...   I wrote this a couple weeks back and posted it. Then I wrote another verse
Forever... never. They're kind of functional equivalents. Both seemingly impossible yet, maybe paradoxically, absolutely necessary for our understanding of possitibility.
It is often said that trouble, trouble, at any rate, that doesn't kill us, makes us stronger. But there are
Since I've written before in this space about being an anti-war, environmentally concerned Republican (unnecessary war only benefits the arms
There were few men in town, straight or gay, who hadn't played the fool for Dee Dee at least a
This song came about in response to an informal competition in an online songwriter's workshop. Contestants are to submit a
There's only one real forever," he was saying, though he hoped she wasn't listening. And we passed that about 100
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