This is a collection of collaborations w/ me, Colonel Denton & Muhammed Aqib Jamil w/ full permission by all of us to release them to various music sites, Enjoy
we are ll victims to thime's thievery, and eventually time takes all that we knew and leaves dust.
Lyrics
Its a curse that wears me down
even now as I sit here and sing
Age is a vicious fiend you know
It steals everything
And my mirrors are lie detectors
Revealing all that I deny
Graying hair and wrinkle reflectors
till the day I die
But Im not old yet.
I still have songs that I must write
Between my newest friend called Pain,
in the wee hours of the night.
Till my arthritic hands discover
that my fingers are too stiff
To bend the strings and tightly cover
what I used to call a riff..
The classics are Jurassic
theyre all retiring
And whats even far more tragic
is theyll have no new songs to sing.
Its a curse that cannot be reversed
we are all meant to get old
Cause theres young musicians in the wings
who have stories they want told.
And the best that you can hope for
as you fade away to dust
is to leave behind a legacy
full of songs that others must
continue to listen to
while they sit there missing you
even as the fiend that they call age
is making them blue too
we all gotta pay our dues..
In extra wide memory foam shoes
former dancers stuck with walkers
trying to flee from death the stalker
former rockers with no offers
filling rocking chairs as paupers
None of us get to choose
all that we lose in the debut
of the aging well all go through
ArtWhimsically Yours Studio
Matthew F. Blowers III--2019
