A Road song. 

East of Evanston —Steve D. Wilson

I’m east of Evanston
Feeling like it’s all downhill from here
I made it over the mountains
And I might just make it there

Reflect on California sun 
So warm upon my skin
Tumbling through Wyoming wind 
To start all over again

And passing through in solitude
I see what might be home
And deep inside I’d try to hide
That  I’m better when I roam 

But sooner or later
The road would call
And I’d give in to the whispers
The melody of her sweet voice 
Reminded why I’ve missed her
I’ll find myself on another highway
Searching for my home
But now I’m east of Evanston
Hopeful and alone 

I’m west of Omaha
Shooting through the rows
Onward to my destiny
Wherever this one goes

The prairies back behind me
Where I spent my better years
Have left their mark upon my heart
And drew some bitter tears
 
And passing through in solitude
I see what might be home
And deep inside I’d try to hide
That  I’m better when I roam

But sooner or later
The road would call
And I’d give in to the whispers
The melody of her sweet voice 
Reminded why I’ve missed her
I’ll find myself on another highway
Searching for my home
But now I’m east of Evanston
Hopeful and alone 
Searching for my home
Hopeful and alone 
Wherever I may roam
I think I’ll find my home

SDW 3.10.2021

East of Evanston

The Price Of The Ride

Blink 182 reborn In 1982 
A song about the myths with which we grow up.

the good die young, the rest just die.wav

Recorded at Fifty50 Studios, Dallas, Texas
Engineered by Josh Franklin
Written/vocals/guitars/bass Steve Wilson
lead guitar solo featuring Brian Leneschmidt (www.brianleneschmidt.com)
Drums - Brent Matthew Arnold
Produced By Steve Wilson/Josh Franklin

Back To Reality

Somewhat Different (Another Fine Mess)

As the summer comes to an end, Go Go Indigo captures a time when you were at the festival, you'd just met her eyes, and you walked towards her smile. That day was magical. Her hair, a beautiful shade of blue, reflected the lights from the stage as you danced together, sharing the joy of music in nature, the elation of the beat, and the unity of the gyrating crowd. You fell in love with her that day, then you never saw her again. That was Indigo. That was life...and your perfect summer. Go Go Indigo.

Go Go Indigo

Take a deep breath.  Exhale.  Another.  Let’s start again.

Chapter Two

Affirmations of Superiority

I wrote this song about Billy Bobs...
The liquor’s up, the lights are down
The jester’s dropped his thorny crown
The trailer’s riding low and pointed west

The guests have finally left the bus 
And I’m just sitting down with Gus
Before I hit my bunk to get some rest

Lord he’s spinning up some yarns
Leaning back on tattooed arms
On a bar he’d been behind near 40 years

Got the job in 81, a cowtown kid at 21
Who’d never poured a drink in all my years

He said
If these walls could talk
Oh the stories they would tell 
Tales of sweet guitars and superstars
Singing songs we know so well
Tales of dreams just getting started
And the rattle of their death
In this smoke-filled room 
With the speaker boom
These walls could tell it best 

Served the CC Waterback
And coffee to the man in black
While he played some Folsom Prison Blues

Pancho passed out on the couch
While Lefty punched a scalper out
And Billy paid to keep it off the news

Mixed up shots of coke and crown
When Hank had finally settled down
And all his rowdy friends had hit the door

I still hear them every night
After I’ve switched off the light
The ghosts still Scootin boots across the floor

He said
If these walls could talk
Oh the stories they would tell 
Tales of sweet guitars and superstars
Singing songs we know so well
Tales of dreams just getting started
And the rattle of their death
In this smoke-filled room 
With the speaker boom
These walls could tell it best 

For every song that I remember
There’s a hundred I’ve forgot
But I wouldn’t trade a pot of gold 
for every one I’ve got
All those songs still live inside me
Hell they’ve made me what I am
And I know these walls would tell you so 
the way only they can

If These Walls Could Talk

Dotcom Entertainment Group/The Black Doves