I Cannot Write A Love Song, Finis

And to the bridge, and the final verse, and done. I've been playing this song now for a while, and as you kindred writers out there know songs don't become their full and glorious selves until they've been performed many times. At least that what happens to me and mine. New lyrical ideas, phrasing, melodic changes are suggested during this "birthing" period. And so it has gone. And so it goes:

Bridge

Oh you will know when it is time
Live navigates the profane and sublime

Satan caught me at the river
With the torrent near to crest
He said I could walk on water
Trust in him to do the rest

I hope to have a demo version for you to hear next week. We'll see how that goes. Until then, we here at the House Of Strays wish you a pleasant week. Be kind to one another - we're all we've got....

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