Walking On Fire

What prompted me to write this song: 

I used to work in a petrol station over last summer and mid employment in that zero hour contract hell I found creative asylum in the strangest of places. A regular customer of scotch and branston pickle, elderly but willful fella called Llywelyn. We had a long chat and were both musical types. He invited me over and let me use his 12 string guitar, and he made guitars for a living. I wrote this song on it as an ode to him as he had helped me through my breakup blues. 
I had not judged him as other had for his deformity and had been rewarded with his kindness, and he had seen music in my heart as I had in his. To Llywelyn.   

When you’re looking at yourself and you're looking at your friends and you become unsure
Of what you will and-have be-come
Out of the blue, south-paw and off guard he’ll show
you music
 in hu-man form
If your heart is broken
A gesture of a broken man
Can mend what remains,
Llywelyn sees your passion

Promise of violence and aligned vibes
….Hesitate to hand over prized
Work of a luthier 
The guitar to keep and with no deceipt
Smattering of whisky on his lips
Two thumbs delicately play a dozen strings
 
Deffer your inner Silence, yeah
Deffer your inner silence, yeah

Deffer to seance to brave more tunes 
In the lair to the last

He, he can see behind
Behind your mask
We, we can see behind
Behind your mask.

When you’re looking at your friends
And you’re looking at yourself
And they become unsure
Of what they will and have become
Out of the blue,
South-paw and off guard
We’ll show them music can transform
Your hearts are broken
Gestures of broken men can heal what remains
We’ll make a mends

Proletariat E.

Mask

Ideas which come out of my head translated onto acoustic guitar

Mask

John Mahon

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