loves me like a rock

When I was a little boy (When I was just a boy)And the devil would call my name (When I was just a boy)I'd say, now who do (Who)Who do you think you're foolin' (When I was just a boy)I'm a consecrated boy (When I was just a boy)I'm a singer in a Sunday choirOh,... Continue Reading →

Gray side of town

One day woke to find I lived on the gray side of town where nothing grows lake dried up. Dreams suddenly became persistent burdens to be drug around. Out of Marshall amps stacked to ceilings, placed in halls came sounds of Kaz her singing *Don't slip away* creating a rainbow in such gloom. On the... Continue Reading →

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