Aphrodisiac

An early song, one my guitar knows well in all it's timbre.

Dead Happy

Grunge, folk, blues.

(after dusk)

"Toughen up and count your eggs
Before they hatch and fly away.
Nothing else can make a friend
Like secrets and a common enemy.
Where does this basket lay?

It's after dusk and I'm not cold.
I can see a mile of road.
Stars are out though far away.
They've got me dreaming of a remedy,
A kinder face.

Like a fly on the wall, waiting for a mouse to stir,
He can't raise his voice in a crooked house of words.
Night's setting traps,
Day's looking back at a burning bridge.
If there's a sun, wallflowers bloom.
Don't wither away.

It's hard enough to start again
when anchors drop and pull you in.
It don't take a saw to break a chain,
Just resolve to cast the fear away,
Of loneliness.

Like a fly on the wall, waiting for a mouse to stir,
He can't raise his voice in a crooked house of words.
Night's setting traps,
Day's looking back at a burning bridge.
If there's a sun, wallflowers bloom.
Don't wither away.

It's after dusk and I'm not cold.
I can see a mile of road.
Stars are out though far away.
They've got me dreaming of a remedy,
A kinder face."

A.C

Indigo High