Glass Over the Greyhounds
Car Demo
I usually walk or drive around to listen to new mixes. This one isn’t there yet. I need to scoop out some mid-range so the vocals aren’t so muddy.
I’m gonna redo the guitar solo too. Although, many of you reading this could do much better than me on that front. Anybody want take one? Let me know.
Glass Over the Greyhounds
It is the unbound train,
Off and through the night,
That has brought me here,
It is the promise.
Or maybe it was dreaming of the rain,
Soft and blue I remember from,
The glass that was over all the greyhounds
The curse of lineage, some forgotten heresy,
And Sunday feels just like, every other day
Running and simply ruined,
Foremost is the crush of breath,
That you leave when I close,
When you close my eyes.
Well the trees are all dead or gone now,
And I’ve been paraphrased by another,
Woman with nothing else to do but me.
It is cruel and it is slow,
Believing in days no one remembers,
The Indian princess waits,
The Indian princess waits
and waits and waits…
It gives me a feeling of joy second only to how wonderful it is that you are here when I get new subscribers. Pass me along to someone who you think might like what you’ve read and heard. Or if you’ve hated it then send it to someone you don’t like.
Peace.
Love,
BB