just got a letter, from my friend Izzy
sent me a lyric to which i'll set a melody
he sends me postcards from places that he's seen
newspaper clippings, old rock star magazines
he glued his photo inside
and he said we'd make it high enough to see
you'll never blow it, no, got no reason now
just why i can't believe... my friend Izzy
just got a red book, from my friend Izzy
called "Bicycle Compost", says, just save your money
said take it slow with everything you ever need
don't wait for holidays, except of course for Halloween
or for the next time we write
i've seen everything and most i can ignore
except the sunshine and the moonlight and the pain
(yes i see you in your raincoat walking) my friend Izzy
just got a letter, from my friend Izzy
remember the bread man, how we turned the lights off
they just screamed and we were running
and feeling everything and in those moments
and in those moments you believed
and in those moments you believed
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth