Pull up a chair brother, I’ll spin you a tail turn loose the metaphors like great white whales. Let them swim in your stream of consciousness like cells in primordial slime. And see what evolves and learns how to climb.

And if I can show you the error of my ways , help you avoid some heart ache while Peter’s music plays, Maybe the broken pieces of my ego will be like crumbs of bread, Left to mark a pathway you should chose not to tread,
Might keep you from wandering too close to love’s cliff,
There’s a reason they call it ‘Falling’ cuz so many of us slip
Dashed on the rocks below and carried out to sea
Flotsam or jetsam; one of those is me.

So keep an eye on your feet – they should stay on the ground
Keep your ears open for that breathless sighing sound
If it’s not in stereo, it could be just you – and mono is a desiese not
A sign that love is true.
It takes two to tango and don’t ever waltz alone
Does she make half the calls or is it always you who phones?
Don’t dig yourself in deeper if she’s not equally smitten
Trust me on this, I’m more than twice bitten

Jealousy won’t help it just leaves a bruise - a place you can’t touch
Even after the truce - no one wants a heart beaten black with blues
So many broken wings, so many missed cues.
Before you sign your heart away, look for phrases she’s omitted
Relationships and asylums are both for the committed.
Love’s a game that’s lost by both the wise and the slow witted.

Peter M was kind enough to provide me with this track to try a new type of vocal over. Peter did ALL the music and mix work - just my vocal and lyric.