Hope is like Diamonds....
Rare, Rough and Hard.
It can be carved into something beautiful,
sparkling and precious.
But it takes skill,
So it requires practice.
It takes Time,
So it needs patience.
The result is something profound.
I find I have things to say and stories to tell. I have music to express and thoughts to share. At what point does someone become wise? Is it arrogant to think what I have to say is worth something, or selfish not to share it? I guess it's not my conclusion to make. Feel free to leave comments.
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Blues Harmonica Solo - Blue Wednesday
Here is a link to an original Blues Harmonica solo.
I recorded it and posted it today. It is a bit longer than the first one.
I recorded it and posted it today. It is a bit longer than the first one.
On A Cold Day
If the song is sung
the men will come
and save the day
of the early morn.
And sunny days
will follow us forever.
So now the day
will come in May.
We’ll never sigh
Or say goodbye
To friends that go
on to Glory.
I don’t know
Where I might go
To brave the snow
And bitter cold.
But if it is
The truth be told
I will stay
And grow quite old
Where my heart is stuck,
With any luck.
the men will come
and save the day
of the early morn.
And sunny days
will follow us forever.
So now the day
will come in May.
We’ll never sigh
Or say goodbye
To friends that go
on to Glory.
I don’t know
Where I might go
To brave the snow
And bitter cold.
But if it is
The truth be told
I will stay
And grow quite old
Where my heart is stuck,
With any luck.
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