Was only 15 years ago,
gave up religion for rock n roll
I was looking for a new connection,
what I got was a new addiction
I stood on the stage in a mock crucifixion
like a mystical sage, revealing deception
The golden calf was up for grabs
with all of my heroes dead on the slab
I felt myself filling the void
that was left by the death of the wonder boys
The ghost you left lying 'round
through records and magazines
are swirling inside of me
as I sing my songs to no one at all
Standing up stoned in a familiar place
but there are no familiar faces
I must have played here a million times before
but all I recognize is the exit sign above the door
And I swear this is the last time
Yeah I swear this is the last time
that I try to make a friend in this world
The lights are out I'm leaving the stage
I'm sitting in my closet like a stepchild afraid
Writing songs for no one but me
but secretly hoping that this one's the key
that will open the door for me
where they will be waiting
and they'll all want to feel the world
that I've been creating. . .
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