A little soul singing amongst the hearts of loss. The bartender he has a friend in you.
A song of silhouettes proclaims a falling cross. As kings and queens become old news.
A song of fire of passion that underlies us. Love still grows in our garden of dreams.
A tune from the highlands rising above us. The rich leave the poor to drift downstream.
You won’t find fame, but don’t you cuss Singing glory will never be yours God, let me sleep through your songs tonight.
Cartoon misery really does bore
Mourn the loss of sea life that we kill The ownership was never our right.
But love me tonight and give me my fill Come with me in the highest delight.
Our brothers will finally lose all their breaths. Our dogs shit their pots full too.
As Brighton rocks us to our deaths Leadbelly will sing to us anew . . .
🎶 JL, 13 September 2022
Thank you to Simon, Laura, Manus, Terry, Heather, Chris, Colin, John, Lance, and Keith for their fine performances. And thank you to my lovely Lisa for duetting with me once again.
Best wishes, Jason
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