Started With A Star

Self Produced Track. Mastered by SoundCloud.

Lyrics: 
Hoof-prints on a dusty trail
bandana and my face is veiled 
if they ever catch me
they're gonna shoot me full of holes

Thought I nearly outran the past
but it was running twice as fast.
She's not my baby. 
It's not my problem anymore.

Throw your caution to the wind. 
Turn it over, take it back again. 
There's nothing that will satisfy you
on the surface of the globe.

Go to live among The Rolling Stones. 
Where the lonely don't come home. 
You're not my baby.
You're not my problem anymore.

(chorus) 
Ohhhhhh locomotive. 
Rolling on down the line.
One of these days she'll be sorry she let me go
until that day I guess she'll be riding high.

SO WHAT THAT MY KEY DONT FIT?! 
So what that her lamp is lit? 
So what that there's someone sleeping WHERE I SLEPT BEFORE!
So what about my bowling ball,
trips we planned the bills and all. 
She's not my baby, it's not my problem anymore.

(chorus) 
Ohhhhhh locomotive. 
Rolling on down the line.
One of these days she'll be sorry she let me go
until that day I guess she'll be riding high.

Music, lyrics, and production by David Isenberg. 
All rights reserved. BMI registered 7/21/2021

Oh, Locomotive (home demo)

Recorded in the backseat of my car on an iPhone. :) 
GOD BLESS!

Piece (David Isenberg)

Demo recorded at Common Man Studios w/ Zach D'amico

Devil Dresses Best in Red (Studio)

Just a song I wrote and recorded on my phone this Dec 3rd/2018. I found the melody about a week before that, (the guitar rhythm and the chorus), but the lyrical verse and direction took shape on the date listed above. Looking forward to recording some more here soon. Thanks to my sweet wife Starr for coming behind me to put sweet harmonies on the chorus and then posting this everywhere! :P

Garden of Eden

Garden of Eden (home demo)

I hear the thunder coming
It's a long way from the rain
Been carousing with the thieves of time
aboard an endless train
You're out there like a holograph 
traced into the clouds
And every time I look at them 
It's like looking through a shroud

It's all a slipshod moment 
We're guilty by design
Just throw on your favorite suit
and walk the burning line
'Cause the clouds keep falling 
till my shoes have lost their shine 
And every time I look at them I know
I'm just a stranger passing through

Close the curtain, 
pull the roses from your sleeve
the show is over 
but no one wants to leave
and the old man in the front row
is curled into his seat
as the night just drifts away 
onto another smokey street

Paint the town Victorian, 
I'll wear an Ulster cape
And come out like a photo 
of the wine before the grape 
but like carving in the wet clay
in time it loses shape
And every time I think of this I know
I'm just a stranger passing through

Your voice in the distance 
abandoned from my ear
A crippling face 
That moves like a mirror
That tells me I will find love
But All I found was you

I'm breathing heavy, 
The ghost of yesterday
Find me one more urban dream 
before I slip away
As the sun sinks like a fugitive
into its ancient bay
And every time I look around I know
I'm just a stranger passing through

Piece (David Isenberg)

Bellsenburg

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