just read your description of the song. I think this stripped down version is wearing just the right amount. love it.

You get a buzz in your heart, now
When you think about him
Then a sinking in your stomach
As as she steps in

You're saying, "Hey, it's nice to meet ya!"
And you're burning inside
So you pull out of the driveway
And let the yearning subside

But you open up the door, now
And you open your phone
He said, "Man, I'm gonna miss ya"
As you were headed home

Could it ever really happen?
Or is it all in your head?
"She's out of town on Tuesday
"If you wanna visit then"

He gets a feeling in his privates
When he's looking at you
Feels a little wrong but he can't hidе it
Maybe, you hope, he thinks you'rе cute

And he told her he'd be faithful
"Until the end of time"
But you're sitting on his bed and he asks
"How does it feel now that you know you're mine?"

So he opens up the door, now
Letting sodomy in
And if they ever aired this
Your aunt would feel seventeen again

And now it's really gonna happen, yeah
He's gonna follow his head
And the hollow parts inside you are filled
By the stars from his hands on your chest

She sees herself as a whore
She clearly hasn't met you
The way she feels about him, you'd do this every day
For him to feel about you

She thinks that you're an angel
Doing everything for him
She doesn't buy the idea that you're selling the hell out of yourself
To win

And she opens up the door now
With a gun in her hand
And you're naked and he's tryna explain
But she's confused so she aims for her brains instead

"But it never really happened, babe, no!"
Says it was all in her head
And he's glad the round was blank cause he wouldn't fuck anyone else
Even if she was dead

On The Set Of A Romantic Drama (Are They Filming?)

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Different For Me (Live)

The Trapeze Swinger (Live)

I See The Vision In You (Original) George Gerrard

This is my tribute to my friend Mike, who didn't wear his seatbelt that fateful day and died much too young.

Gray Hair And A Cane

This is a complete remake of a song I wrote/recorded last week called "And So It Begins".  There were a fair number of things I didn't like about that composition, so I changed the lyrics, the tempo, the key, well pretty much everything,  This is a much stripped down version of that song.

Thrives In The Cold

About those dreams we have that often feel like they are not coming true.  A song both sad and hopeful.

Dreams

Night after night I wander these empty streets, waiting for you to grow tired of him.
Taking a chance on a silly romance that was only a dream, 
Writing silly letters, no response to them.
People pass by, say, “Look at that guy, hasn’t   he got anything
Better to do than get in the way?
Wasting my time, but I keep on tryin’ on the telephone. 
I just want to hear what you’ve got to say.

I never asked for those sleepless nights. Waiting around wasn't part of my plan.
I guess that’s all a part of being in love with a woman who loves another man.

I know you’re not there, I can feel it in the air, but I’m waiting, waiting for you to grow tired of him.
Yes, I’m still here, wishing you were near to me tonight,
But you’re out flying high with him.
Maybe one day I’ll find the words to say what’s on my heart,
You just don’t know what I’m going through.
Until that day, all I’ve got to say is I’m waiting.
I’ll be here, just waiting for you.

I never asked for those sleepless nights. Waiting around wasn't part of my plan.
I guess that’s all a part of being in love with a woman who loves another man.

I’m waiting for you. I’m waiting for you.
I’ll wait, I’ll wait for you.

Waiting

She flies a kite that’s my heart, and the wind never stops, it just blows me away.
She has me jumping so much, jumping high, double-Dutch, it’s a game that she plays.
There are no rules, there is no scheme. Only she knows what she means.
She flies a kite that’s my heart, and the wind never stops, it just blows me away.
She often hides, and I’ll seek, and I try to compete, but she hides so very well.
She lets me slide to the ground, going round and round, like a carousel.
It’s never what it seems to be. It’s only obvious to her, not me. 
She flies a kite that’s my heart, and the wind never stops, it just blows me away.

She’s playing games with me, she’s got me climbing trees,
She knows her way around the park.
She’s got the energy, she sees inside of me,
When she’s gone I’m in the dark. Maybe I’m the one who’s being played.

I know the way she is, I know and maybe this  
Is just a way I can continue.
When all is said and done, maybe I am the one, 
Maybe it’s not a game to her, or maybe I’m the one who’s being played.

Thrives In The Cold

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