Breezeblocks

We’re All Gonna Die

Affair with the Moon

Blame The Moon

Moment of Truth

Wondering Why

Thoughts on Letting Go

Float

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CHLØË BLACK - 27 Club (Myles.William Remix)

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CHLØË BLACK - 27 Club (Myles.William Remix)

You'll Be Alright, Kid (Chapter 1)

Ordinary


I have sung my songs for money
For the glory and the sex
I’ve meant every damned word
Of every damned one
And this one . . .
This one is for Tex

For the upstate New York cowgirl
In the dirty cowboy boots
For all of us tramps and transplants
Who were dug up by the roots
For the California soil
In which we both now thrive
For all  the ways she makes me feel
Glad to be alive

I have sung my songs for money
For the glory and the sex
I’ve meant every damned word
Of every damned one
And this one . . .
This one is for Tex

For the secrets in her notebooks
That she happily reveals
For the poetry of her passion
That no notebook can conceal
For the songs that flow like rivers
Into oceans of surprise
For the country music goddess
Come of age before my eyes

I have sung my songs for money
For the glory and the sex
I’ve meant every damned word
Of every damned one
And this one . . .
This one is for Tex

For every grey-eyed Thursday
That I anticipate
For the cares and complications
That make her worth the wait
For all her rhymes and reasons
That help to right all wrongs
For all the ways a woman
Can make of life a song

I have sung my songs for money
For the glory and the sex
I’ve meant every damned word
Of every damned one
And this one . . .
This one is for Tex

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