A little jam to enjoy the blood moon with.

Black

Cut To The Quick


Baby, don't go.
With every step I take
With every neck I break
it shows;

I'm crazy, I know.
But it ain't easy to breathe when you're lying through your teeth
Oh, no.

Maybe I'm just getting old, 
But I ain't comfortable anymore.
Maybe It's just rock 'n' roll,
But I ain't tick-tick-tockin' no more.
No. The devil's pulling strings on my soul;
Welcome to the puppet show.

Hey, Lady, Hello.
Pay no attention to me;
I'm just blowing out steam in the snow.
I'm fading, I know.
But I can write a song and you can ride along to the show.

Maybe I'm just getting old, 
But I ain't comfortable anymore.
Maybe It's just rock 'n' roll,
But I ain't tick-tick-tockin' no more.
No. the devil's pulling strings on my soul;
Welcome to the puppet show.

Welcome To The Puppet Show (Final)

When Autumn Leaves ft Joe O'Donnell

roughdraft edition. just for presenting idea of song

Original track by me, Chris spence.

Horizon of Mine

Mosquito Beach ft. Joe O'Donnel

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Mushroom Jazz 19 - Mark Farina

An interlude following a song in the works called Soliloquy Serenade.
Original Track by me, Chris Spence
All rights of this song belong to me.

Soliloquy Serenade (Interlude)

Toll bridge where the waters calm
Shoal was split like an authors tongue
Following summer 
We were old and young
I was a runner
You were holding your heart over your arm

Rolling ridges greet the groggy sun
Cold wind in and out of lungs 
Seven world wonders 
I just know you’re one 
Whatever is under 
You will hold it down ‘til your moment comes 

Gold and silver I can offer none
Forgive me for the modest sum
Did you ever wonder 
Why I don’t have guns?
No one should suffer
In a world where you are holding my thumb

Thumb

This city never loved me back 
Hard times growing harder yet 
Fidgety fingers drawing up plans
Stop signs - where my god is at

It's got to get a whole hell of a lot worse
Before you can tell that it is not worth
Losing yourself over them
Percentages - fractions of a lifetime 
Quickly add up to a high crime
Losing your time to the wind

That's one of two things you'll never get back: time and innocence 

This city where I cut my teeth
Hard life living hardly
God willing? No, I don't believe 
It's not mine or where I want to be

It couldn't get a whole hell of a lot worse
This is to tell you that it's not worth
Losing yourself over them
Percentages - fractions of a lifetime 
Quickly add up to a high crime
Losing your time to the wind

And if time is something you never get back
I'm choosing where to spend

Hometown Loser

STS-51-L

“Ferme tes yeux à demi, Croise tes bras sur ton sein, Et de ton cœur endormi Chasse à jamais tout dessein."

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Daniel Johnston

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