Stan loves music, is published (EMI/Capitol), and has experience performing on radio and TV when it was live in the good old days. These days he's just writing
Songwriter of pop, country, inspirational songs. I like to write. I travel a lot to Asia...so my music may have an Asian influence.
Lyrics
Cry with the Wind
© March 3, 2009 Stanley Loh
Verse 1
Cry with the wind,
Each murmur will enfold,
A broken dream, the cart his home, now he swears at the sun,
He shies away what the mayor's putting on,
Through streets of heroes to ban the tazer gun,
Cry with the wind, cry with the wind,
Verse 2
Hope on the run,
Slim pickings found in bins,
Some copper here, a tin can there, he scours the stink within,
No paper or soap in the washrooms anymore,
It's hard to ignore the needles on the floor,
Feels like this town is closing down
Bridge
Tattered jacket his only solace,
In the cold, cold nights,
He had a scarf but someone pinched it,
In the dim moonlight,
Verse 3
Fly with the wind,
The preacher beckons him,
To purple clouds and rainbow crowns with shades of tamarind,
Each prayer calls out for trips to Wonderland,
He's promised a share in the castles of golden sands,
Cry with the wind, cry with the wind,
Cry with the wind, Cry with the wind,
Cry with the wind, Cry with the wind,
