Hi there,
Another tune for you to check out!
This is on the Outer Banks Sounds CD and is also the title track of the latest collection of my tunes available on CD from yours’ truly.
click here: some scenes
Some Scenes
Wet and winded, we decided to decree
With ink we marked our skin, with stars we traced our sin.
She told us she could see the direction and a tree.
Roiling in the din, I retreat within.
Some Scenes, some scenes
Some kings, some queens
Some scenes, some scenes.
She laughs and then she leans
One side, Two Sides, Upside Down
You once had smiled, but now you’re frowned
The pace I found you at has slowed me down.
A million pardons on shaky ground
Some Scenes, some scenes
Some kings, some queens
Some scenes, some scenes.
She laughs and then she leans
The irony of my disdain for words and my poetic inclinations
Has not been lost on me
I fear for the state of my reputation so with candor now I speak.
Cause I just want to be
You’re eyes are big, your limbs are long.
I haven’t felt inspired in far too long
The wind can blow, the sun can burn, that only makes you free.
Your fingernails, the skin I’m in, I want to.
Some Scenes, some scenes
Some kings, some queens
Some scenes, some scenes.
She laughs and then she leans
With the wit of a card shark and the grace of a stripper
She made her mark on a stiff upper-lipper
Some scenes, some scenes
Some scenes, some scenes.
here is a Video of it from Outer Banks sounds showcase 10/21/2011
at Kelly’s in Nags Head, NC:
Wet and winded, we decided to decree
With ink we marked our skin, with stars we traced our sin.
She told us she could see the direction and a tree.
Roiling in the din, I retreat within.
Some Scenes, some scenes
Some kings, some queens
Some scenes, some scenes.
She laughs and then she leans
One side, Two Sides, Upside Down
You once had smiled, but now you’re frowned
The pace I found you at has slowed me down.
A million pardons on shaky ground
Some Scenes, some scenes
Some kings, some queens
Some scenes, some scenes.
She laughs and then she leans
The irony of my disdain for words and my poetic inclinations
Has not been lost on me
I fear for the state of my reputation so with candor now I speak.
Cause I just want to be
You’re eyes are big, your limbs are long.
I haven’t felt inspired in far too long
The wind can blow, the sun can burn, that only makes you free.
Your fingernails, the skin I’m in, I want to.
Some Scenes, some scenes
Some kings, some queens
Some scenes, some scenes.
She laughs and then she leans
With the wit of a card shark and the grace of a stripper
She made her mark on a stiff upper-lipper
Some scenes, some scenes
Some scenes, some scenes.