These are all of my solo writings. Just an acoustic guitar and me. I'm not all too proud of these songs, but sometimes I just need something to do, and writing songs is fun.
It's a new day tomorrow, but I'll never find sorrow
in the bright sun coming up
If the traffic causes stress, and job search is broken
you'll find that the sun still comes up
Free hors d'oeuvres are served for all who attend
Who knows when we'll find strength to repent
all the happiness we're born and bred to expect
and the sun calls in her dialect
Listen to my call and
remember the spring
drive your mind with the thoughts of
picnic wine and ants crawling
just trying to take a piece of what you already have
making away with what you're willing to give
Listen to my call
remember the spring
drive your mind with thoughts of
picnic wine and ants crawling
just trying to take a piece of what you already have
making away with what you're willing to give
Bakeries and news stands always compete for
early morning opening times
But they both have to wait for that standing date
that they have with the bright sun shine
When the city falls alseep, everyone's counted their sheep
when this moon pops her head out to play
The people lay slumbering until they awake
cause the sun she has something to say
Listen to my call
rememeber the spring
drive your mind with thoughts of
picnic wine and ants crawling
just trying to take a piece of what you already have
making away with what you're willing to give
Listen to my call
remember the spring
drive your mind with thoughts of
picnic wine and ants crawling
just trying to take a piece of what you already have
making away with what you're willing to give
