I can tell you must be a real TI. No wonder I was gravitated to yr music. God bless brother! Be strong

love a song with raw emotion attached to it bravo

I love your guitar style - it always seems on the verge of being out of control, but somehow it remains invisibly tethered. Very emotive voice, too, and smart lyrics.

an artist - to be sure - love the expression, esp. that written

I've got a fan I'm sure,
but I try to keep it pure,
 anymore,
 human rapport,
 is strictly for,
the birds and bee stings...among other things 

I'll go wafting through the scene,
I'm a phantom machine,
sifting snags on lurching legs,
pickled eggs with a locked heart and a broken key,

Every movement that I make,
well aren't I just a thirst to slake?
that's why my eyes cry,
you must learn to ride the rake,
forsake goodness for goodness sake,
that's why my eyes cry,

I've got a panty waste,
and a stiff post haste,
3 years of celibacy's,
 been good to me,
but I do miss, some temporal bliss

I dream of holding hands,
in a fantasy land,
where I can lift the veil,
 of my holy grail,
with no one trying to swallow my soul,

some say I should act my age
with a harem and a golden cage,
that's why my eyes cry,
I have to learn how to act fake,
and forsake goodness for goodness' sake,
and that's why my eyes cry,

Honestly...you know its me(mating call)
I sing your song all day long(mating call)

my feelings...glass ceilings

Honestly...you know its me(mating call)
I sing your song all day long(mating call)

 

 


For Goodness' Sake

So lonesome to me, for my stone will not true,
 unto the falsity of this false city's view,
 for the angles are fangled in fang gill and fever,
 so lonesome to me...an untrued believer,

So lonesome to me, appraising a praising,
 ground into the ground where the herdings are grazing,
 where the dust does't a dalliance, moulded by molded hands
 so lonesome to me that it calls itself man,

So lonesome to me that the apple appalls,
 for the walls they have ears but the ears they have walls,
 though they gorge in the gorge of the irresolute,
 so lonesome to me, they will not taste the fruit,

So lonesome to me, this fork in my tongue,
 but my scales are a-tipsy with what must be sung,
 and my heart is a bell that demands to be rung,
 so lonesome to me that I slither among,

For I peaked from my peak, an heir of the air,
 high on the wind that does layer my lair,
 from these withering heights did I cast you my call,
 but you prayed and you prayed and you preyed that I fall....

Kay Fable

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