This Old Bar

Could’ve been anywhere...
On a Friday night.
Could’ve been somewhere...
Under brighter lights.

But it was here.
This old bar.
Just a jukebox hum,
And laughter,
At nothing.
Talking ‘til the words wore out.

Lean in
This old bar...
Don’t look like much.
Couple of stools.
Counters
Dust.
But in the back corner,
Where time doesn’t start...
It’s holding a piece of my quiet heart.

Could’ve been anywhere...
On a back road.
On a porch swing.
Could’ve been in a tailgate scene.
But it was here.
The neon...
Low.
Stories we told,
That no one else will know.

Lean closer
This old bar...
Don’t look like much.
Couple of stools.
A counter.
Dust.
But in the back corner...
Time still waits.
And darling it's a part of me
In this old bar.

Exhale
Yeah.
This old bar.
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Fix It. Don't Nix It

We’ve all become bulls
Tuned loose in an arena of fools
The Potomac Basin is overrun
The center of the vast arena
And the bulls charge out
Ready to have their fun

How did we become such spawn
Acing like schoolyard children
Or raucous trailhands full of Who Hit John
The Basin is full of them
And the old oak tree is wrapped
With a bright red ribbon

Chorus
Everybody wants to talk
And nobody wants to listen
They don’t care one lick
The nature of your position
Don’t let the cancel culture nix it
It’s time for us all to fix it

The Dark Con of Man
Spreads throughout the land
Carving a vast chasm
We are in the throes of spasm
We cannot wave it off
As every person has them

Bridge
Love is the answer
Love is the key
Render unto Caesar
That which is Caesar’s
And unto God
The things that are God’s
But don’t for a minute

Try to say it’s the same
Because the Almighty
Has no hand in this game
We have all taken the toxic potion
Trying to wash hands in Neptune’s Ocean

Chorus
Everybody wants to talk
And nobody wants to listen
They don’t care one lick
The nature of your position
Don’t let the cancel culture nix it
It’s time for us all to fix it

This Then That

Hi. I'm Ed. First off, thanks for listening. 

You might notice a link below to a blog site John Eagle and I started to add a new dimension to the stories we tell. 

Once I played in a band that had two Elvises (Elvi) and adopted the pseudonym edro as a cover.  

Mostly it is me playing guitar, keyboards, mandolin, and whatever else makes sense for a song. Most of the songs are original with a few live. The originals are written and performed by edro. I have been fortunate lately to be involved with some collaborations with some real fine folks.

The intro was written when I first joined SoundCloud. While I collaborate with many fine folks, John Eagle and I have written hundreds of songs together. We are working pretty hard writing good songs these days.