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Soul Is…
Maybe soul is just a paper bag filled with air maybe a little baby, who feels when his mother’s there a studio apartment that sorely needs new furniture your body an electric motor, then soul is the armature Soul is, …
Soul Is…
By John Stano
Maybe soul is just a paper bag filled with air maybe a little baby, who feels when his mother’s there a studio apartment that sorely needs new furniture your body an electric motor, then soul is the armature Soul is, …
Carondolet
Some night walk up Bourbon Past old Lafitteʼs bar Cross Esplanade into Marigny Itʼs really not that far Thereʼs a shotgun shack with a voodoo door Incense in the air Smells all around you And skulls
Songwriting mathematics: The Lost Art of The Bridge
School always came kind of easy. I did not get straight A’s or go to an Ivy League school. I had to study. I took the SATs three times,
‘I promise I do not suck but you can tell me if I do’
Winter time, a little breeze. Windows open. Tons of blankets. A least 3 pillows. Low heat. Fan on face. That’s the best sleep possible. You dip into an overnight coma. Occasionally, I wake up in
The Word
Heaven sent, heaven sent the Word Heaven sent, heaven sent the Word The Word is the answer, the Word is the Life The Word is the Truth and the Way The Word spoke
New Horizon
All good things I’m seeing On this new horizon, there’s a better view All good things I’m seeing They only spring from You Wells of living water in this desert land Refresh me in
Let It Go
I know money can't buy happiness But if it could I know I'd like to try To live without a care But nothing takes me there So I let it go Riches never ever
It’s the Way It Should Be
I can’t pretend baby That I care what you say It’s just that lately I’m not listening anyway I was on the edge Always looking for a fight Guess I got my wish now darling Cause
The Heat and the Humidity
Looked in the mirror, trimmed his mustache Handsome Harry Backstage with a pocketful of cash He sprayed his face with some cheap cologne, snapped the brim of his hat and walked out
Chameleon
Oh Chameleon You really are alone Oh Chameleon I got some eyes to loan I see you are standing in everybody's line Don't you think? It's about time That you find A place of your own. Oh Chameleon What




















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