A requiem for a fellow soldier and musician, Paul Rich. He and I served in Landstuhl Germany where we made music in the barracks with Jay Treadway the co-creator of Metaphor, the single that also came out (finally) this year. Paul played the Saxaphone and helped weed out the bullshit lyrics at times. A song of loving remembrance.
At first glance, The Adventures of Music Dave might read like an eccentric space odyssey starring a mop-wielding janitor with a talent for improvisational music
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The sign on the wall, read gun for hire We were standing there Because we had a flat tire There was fighting down the hall
She’s the star of my earliest memories Kiddy pools and catching bees Saying thank you and asking please Just because it was the right thing
If you could just see yourself Through my eyes If you could just see yourself Through my eyes Then you’d know Yes, you’d know You’d
I used to come home drunk every night Until Home wasn’t there I ended up broke lonesome I thought nobody could care A friend of
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