Beasel Brothers Archives - Baltimore Post-Examiner

Do you still think of me?

I once loved a woman or so I thought She took me for a ride I never got off Should

Cost of Freedom The sun is rising over the sea the light it brings forth now awakens me to

Well I’m looking back Now I’m turning back All the pages of days gone past Growing with the changes That

Well I woke up Saturday morning Feeling kind of dazed I must have had one too many last night And

Oh Chameleon You really are alone Oh Chameleon I got some eyes to loan I see you are standing in

Dirty socks in a pizza box No insurance and faulty locks Old blue jeans and magazines Checkbook needs some balancing

Echoes of the memories Rising from the streets Visions of the past Linger beneath my feet Riding through a strange