Tuesdays Slice of Life
Revisiting the music of another era.
From a time when my demons were beginning to stir
but the blade hadn't yet met my skin.
The lyrics that inspired me. The words that stirred my heart.
Already the seed of my downfall grew
but the vines of this sickness had yet to strangle
the hope from my lips.
The guitar rifts and drum beats
predicted my heartache.
But I couldn't read the tea leaves.
The cloud holding the future storm
The voice brings me back to a time of change.
When a little girl danced in the moonlight,
talking to the stars.
A Walkman on her hip, headphone on her ears,
and passion in her heart.