Now Listening: Greg Laswell

I have finally been able to get an email through to The Chapel people. With a bit trouble, the email address that I was given to get in contact with Scott James seems to be the wrong one. But alas, I found an email address to get in touch about booking a show, so hopefully sooner than later I will have some feed back, and more information for you folks! Excited! =D

Also, I'm on the road to finding new additions to my music production! Grabbing onto a few more musical souls, with unique talents is the key as of right now. I seem to have an aspiring bass player with a broad vision, and a lot of talent, and a fresh out look. There is a large amount of smiling going on! If you stumble upon this site, or one of my other sites, and are interested in playing along with me, please feel free to get in contact! 

New lyrics, no melody yet, which is always a wonderful random occurrence.

"Now I'll sit here in my rocking chair,

Smoking a cigar,

wonderin' to myself where you are,

oh where'd ya go?

You think I miss you so?

Please believe that we had something good,

I loved it for a minute,

but just like a river,

we flow on, 

to places we better belong.

A puff or two,

and my thoughts of you,

drift to something new,

compassion never fit me well,

but change sure is swell.

Blades of grass stain

our blue blue jeans

stand up next to me

with drums in our fists

and words in our throats

oh ain't change swell?

Life is a funny thing,

oh so young,

I feel so old,

where do you fit in now,

are you out there on your own?

Ratchet turns,

Once cranked my heart,

Never more, 

it needs no more help,

for it to start.

Blades of grass stain,

our blue blue jeans.

With bass in our chest,

and chords spilling out,

oh ain't change a thing of hell?

We fold our jeans,

We burn our words,

Retire the night,

A new day comes,

Oh change, I know you well."