How 
Could you pretend you were in love?
I know it but it don’t add up
Just how long did you think that
I’d care?

I
I gave you every single chance
I granted you my only dance
But you were never more than 
Arm flair.

You
Must have seen something in me
Jealous
I was living free
But not enough to ever 
love me

Years
Of my life you wasted 
Tears
My will to live collapsed 
in fear
that no one else would ever 
love me

CHORUS
Let me know that you’re out there
I’ll find you if you’re somewhere
Understand that I’m lonely
Living life in the gloaming

VERSE TWO
Seems
Life is not the way it 
seems
You keep haunting me in 
dreams
Even though it’s been a lifetime

Choose
The time has come for you to choose
Not what I would have you do
I’m just throwing you a life line

Please
I’m begging you to just believe
I will crawl upon my knees
You don’t know how much I need You

CHORUS

BRIDGE
You
Deceiving me at every step
What that amounted to was theft
Of everything that I had left

All I had to give

You
I regret every day
I forgot to use my brain
Today I simply would abstain

I would run from you

CHORUS TO FADE

The Gloaming

John and William Neal 'Collection of the Most Celebrated Irish Tunes' 1724

King Of The Blind

Opening Dream Sequence

Don (Zorro of Sorrow) McCarthy– lead guitar
Nathan McCarthy– bass
David Partridge– Vocals, keys, percussion
Produced in Nova Scotia by David Partridge
Words and music by David Partridge

DOWNTOWN SOUTHBOUND

Trying to be not late, rushing out the door
Just how much of this life have we still in store?
Halfway down the highway half out of your mind
Slender hope and dread intertwined.
CHORUS:
Downtown, southbound as crazy as they say
I drove that twisting spine into the city every day.
 
Not a thing is moving; engines idle still
Just the motor’s perfume rolling down the hill
Halfway up the highway, halfway down the drain
Dying slowly in the fast lane.
CHORUS:
Downtown, southbound as crazy as they say
I drove that twisting spine into the city every day.
 
BREAKDOWN:
She sings along to the radio, off-key but sincere,
He is focused, shaving in the rear view mirror.
Some guy’s eating Cheerios from a Star Wars bowl.
The only thing that I want back’s the hours that they stole.

Crawling by the river, edging past the trees
Drive until the ennui brings you to your knees
Creep around those orange cones– that’s the price you pay
To get to do it all again the next day.
CHORUS:
Downtown, southbound as crazy as they say
I drove that twisting spine into the city every day.

DOWNTOWN SOUTHBOUND

Billboard-charting Dallas String Quartet and GRAMMY®-nominated artist and composer Cheryl B. Engelhardt team up for an epic performance.

Quantum Equivalent (Dallas String Quartet & Cheryl B. Engelhardt)

Soul Rose (A-)

Universal Soldier (Donovan Cover)

A Better Man
LYRICS-Donnie Ray Perry/Bob Mouat
MUSIC -Bob Mouat 

We're all branded early in our lifetimes
We’ve got memories and scars that never fade
All the bad things seem to happen at the worst times
And we’re haunted by mistakes we’ve made 
DNA and fate control our chances
Tragedies and pain shape who we are
Destiny is just a series of glances
How come what's so near can seem so far 

The man I am, ain't the man I was
The one you see, ain’t me because 
I’m changing everything that I can, to be a better man 

I blamed my dad for all that happened 
And sure as hell he blamed his old man too 
So I guess it means we’ve got a lot in common
Way much my more than either of us knew 
Cause his hurt him, and he hurt me, and I've hurt mine and honestly,
Is this some stupid scene all men go through 

Cause the man I am, ain't the man I was
The one you see, ain’t me because 
I’m changing everything that I can, to be a better man 

I’ll embrace my past, fix my mistakes
Open up the door and let ‘em in
I know I’ve got to do, whatever it takes
I can’t let history, repeat again 

The man I am, ain't the man I was
The one you see, ain’t me because 
I’m changing everything that I can, to be a better man 
I’m changing everything that I can, to be a better man

A Better Man

PROVE HER WRONG

Solo Piano - Chris Bright

still lives - 11:30:23, 9.23 PM

GHOST

Under the moniker POSTCARD COMETS, singer songwriter David Partridge makes thoughtful, lyric-driven, acoustic-based music supported by a collective of like minded musicians. The  intent is to serve the song.

DOWNTOWN SOUTHBOUND

POSTCARD COMETS (David Partridge, Songwriter)