Shpandy

What's coming through is alive What's holding up is a mirror But what's singing songs is a snake Looking to turn this piss to wine They're both totally void of hate, But killing me just the same The snake behind me hisses What my damage could have been My blood before me begs me Open up my heart again And I feel this coming over like a storm again Considerately Venomous voice, tempts me, Drains me, bleeds me, Leaves me cracked and empty Drags me down like some sweet gravity The snake behind me hisses What my damage could have been My blood before me begs me Open up my heart again And I feel this coming over like a storm ag

i constantly listen to, more than often, good music. So, i'll mention a few things. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Wherefore Art Thou, Elvis?  - The Gaslight Anthem I cut my teeth on the stone of a teenage romance I was the salt of the earth, I was hard, and the last of the independents And the breath from my chest I was blowing kerosene My lips and fingertips were stone, I wore my heart on my jeans I sang the blues like the dogs left too long in the street I still sing the blues with the dogs And I got half a mind to let it all burn up in this fire That's been burning through my vein

... and I'm worse. After a long sabbatical i have decided, well was pushed in this direction by a certain GoldenGift, to emerge from my dark, slumberous cavern. The sun stings my eyes. Now I'll have to make some 'art'. Patience please.