Crumbs

This is not a new tune, but this is the first in an attempt to get the latest batch of tunes that i have recorded online.

First the Lyrics:

Crumbs

Pretend we never met. Undo it, better yet.

Portray me to the world like i’m a criminal

I’d like a little time to wrestle with my mind

I’m starting to believe we’re all just self-destructive.

They say home is where your folks are and I know it’s true that most are.

All fucked up like everybody else.

But hope, it springs anew with every sight of you.

Whether near or far, it doesn’t matter now

the communion that we take is the love that we make

but thieves made off with the bread and the wine

one empty wine glass sits there next to one small pile of

crumbs

even though everybody listens, not everybody hears

we’re all using our voicebox, neglecting our ears

but I, for one, won’t be held down, i’ll fight for better years.

You made off clean with my heart but I retain my tears

the communion that we take is the love that we make

but thieves made off with the bread and the wine

one empty wine glass sits there next to one small pile of

crumbs crumbs

fast forward six months from now

no longer tired, no long down

no longer searching for absolution.

the communion that we take is the love that we make

but thieves made off with the bread and the wine

one empty wine glass sits there next to one small pile of

crumbs crumbs crumbs

 Three versions:

Andy Rice featuring Kip Germscheid version: crumbs

Hamilton Rice version:  crumbs

Wilders version:  04 Crumbs

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More to come, I promise!