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The Paddocks Of My Dreams
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Several of my old poems boxed together in C. GRaham
been there virgin sand ou
Strictly a demos only performer <br />Jam at live gigs sometimes and have a whole lotta fun doing it
I am writer, and general Mister Nice Guy. I am not a performer but manage to squeak out stuff good enough for others to hear and do better with. Lucky for you lot. I get a few other people to sing and play some of my stuff. I do make Karaoke tracks of my songs and perform them every Saturday night, trotting twix the two local pubs that do karaoke. I have a whole heap more fun than doing covers all the time. Most weeks having at least one new song to try out on the punters. Have seven recorded and getting airplay. And not only on my show Roar Radio either. Backing music for Born To Be Blue is now on a video showing the Esperance service providers. Out soon. More later.
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Peak #259
Peak in subgenre #86
Author
Graham Henderson
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Graham Henderson APRA
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July 12, 2007
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MP3 3.6 MB 128 kbps 3:56
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The Paddocks Of My Dreams Copyright © Graham Henderson APRA 2007 I stood outside the house. Where we used to live. Letting my youth, Roll past in my mind. That brought back memories. I thought I’d left behind. Of the bad old days when I was young. I went back to cold crisp mornings. Warm cows milk in a mug. Collie puppies growing in the sun. Waving flags at army trucks. With peace at last declared. Yes it happened in the days when I was young. Chorus Yes. All those many years ago. Before my thoughts had a chance to grow. Those lessons were still with me. Or that is how it seemed. As I relived a childhood spent . In the paddocks of my dreams Instrumental I saw big and gentle horses. Working as a team. Mowing hay. And working land. In a fog of horse sweat steam. I saw rugged outback drovers. With mobs of sheep and cows. Grazing unfenced acres. In the paddocks of my dreams. My horses all drink diesel now, as I plough chemically. In air conditioned comfort, while watching DVDs. And my stock goes off to market, on the internet. Yet the passing of the bad old days, is something I regret. Chorus Yes. All those many years ago. Before my thoughts had a chance to grow. Those lessons were still with me. Or that is how it seemed. As I relived a childhood spent. In the paddocks of my dreams.
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