Snippets from a work in progress:
Satan caught me at the river
When the surge was running high
He said I could walk on water
We watched the world go washing by
He said "Pity not the wretched refuse
On their backs you will survive"
Gave to me a watch of silver
With no numbers there inscribed
We stood above the rising raging
This to me he did confide:
"I can make most any man do my bidding
But I cannot write a love song"
Stay tuned for more - if you're interested, that is.
We here at the House Of Strays wish you a pleasant, productive (however you define it) week. Thanks for checking in here, and for supporting independent musicians and itinerant songwriters....
Here's a tune from my first CD Wills And Won'ts. Please enjoy.