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Chris and I have sort of started working on our electronic country album. I have a few ideas, which include Firesock and Margin Man.
After a ridiculously long period of being able to write nothing, no words at all, I am getting back into it.
A potential start goes something like this....
What I wouldn't give
to stand tall and strong as buildings
You could scale me.
To mistake my indecision,
a cinder slowly cold
Behind us is the stuff that made us old.
just a start...
and here is one i mostly have done, i think.
We were born for the telephone
because we were born to stay at home
what we know of distraction
O' the ringing in our ears
a fearful din,
such a stubborn sound to steer
We were born for the re-birthing
every other night
and in my sleep, I am revered
After I have filled my hallow head with you
after I have made the sun and moon of you
and still you call me on my dues...
we were the structures we maintained
A holy phantom seldom seen
as martyr, victim, to self-sustain
and I won't say I warned you
but in our size we are contained
I have filled my hallow head with you
I have made the sun and moon of you
and still you call me on my dues...
We were born for the telephone
because we were born to stay at home
what a stubborn sod to steer.
Now, off to see Tricina for the first time in FOREVER.
After a ridiculously long period of being able to write nothing, no words at all, I am getting back into it.
A potential start goes something like this....
What I wouldn't give
to stand tall and strong as buildings
You could scale me.
To mistake my indecision,
a cinder slowly cold
Behind us is the stuff that made us old.
just a start...
and here is one i mostly have done, i think.
We were born for the telephone
because we were born to stay at home
what we know of distraction
O' the ringing in our ears
a fearful din,
such a stubborn sound to steer
We were born for the re-birthing
every other night
and in my sleep, I am revered
After I have filled my hallow head with you
after I have made the sun and moon of you
and still you call me on my dues...
we were the structures we maintained
A holy phantom seldom seen
as martyr, victim, to self-sustain
and I won't say I warned you
but in our size we are contained
I have filled my hallow head with you
I have made the sun and moon of you
and still you call me on my dues...
We were born for the telephone
because we were born to stay at home
what a stubborn sod to steer.
Now, off to see Tricina for the first time in FOREVER.