Name: Night Sky by TomasPalm
Duration: 2 min 10 s
Description: A feeling we all can relate to at some part of our lives

The Hermit

Whispers In Your Dreams

It took me a long time to complete this for several reasons. At times, John (or I) would forget the title, but I would tell him I had worked more on it. I liked the words from John, but couldn't find the emotional center. Glad I stayed after it now.

John: lyrics
Edro: arch-top guitar, vocals, octave mandolin, piano

It's a pretty little blacktop
With yellow stripes running long
How i got here's a story
Best served in a song
And you'll say, Lucien
You're a loser
Don't know how you get along

Chorus
I'm broke down
On the side of the road
No place I'm going
Or which way to go
If heaven's a highway
I'm doomed where i stand
End of the road
For old Lucien Ferrand

My life's a story better than Job
It started in a womb
Now this blacktop road
My mom was a saint
Or something real close
She put up with dad
And loved me the most

I been there and done that
Got the shirt to tell
But no one told me
How deep was the well
It's best summed up
By a paramour of mine
Lucien, she said, you're a tough sell

Chorus

If luck was a bucket of mishaps
And my troubles all existed there
Why I'd toss the old bucket in the well
And mayhaps my luck will flare
And head toward a nicer place
On this yellow striped blacktop
Right now, it's about all i can bear

It's true, I'm broke down
On the side of a road
But I know where I'm going
That i can guarantee
And it ain't the hell highway
With a yellow stripe brand
It's just the beginning
For old Lucien Ferrand

Night Sky

TomasPalm

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