My good friend from Riverside, Jon Harvey came by way of train this morning, to work with me on this song he wrote, and things turned out great! We realized that we would need an expert slide guitarist, so I called Ryan Beal and he came right over. He even gave me time to go to the grovery store and cook dinner, while he laid down his tracks. All of this on top of the fact that I paid a bill today! Feelin' mad productive.
Lyrics:
And the waters that mixed under creek beds asleep
tasted just like the times, but without all the grief
and the lies that you told lay starving in the streets
like every other man
you kissed so sweet.
I won't cave.
I won't cave to those singing hills
sounding over every retreat.
So come on you grateful, and come on you dead,
living and able, to wake up the rest.
Heart-felt and used up, and drunk off your cause
the worst of your nightmares
has forever begun.
I won't cave.
I won't cave to those singing hills
sounding over every retreat.
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