The Good Old Stuff
It all started in a holy garage, when an Idea was born. There were four kings and much of booze. High good old times, chilling to best of the music, some good old Rock n Roll, Blues and Jazz.
Remember the feeling when it just itches from some good Trips with Music and Memories? Man I know you know it.
Peace and Blessings be with all of you!
Cancel my subscription to the resurrection
Send my credentials to the house of detention
I got some friends inside
The face in the mirror won't stop
The girl in the window won't drop
A feast of friends, alive she cried
Waitin' for me
Outside
Before I sink
Into the big sleep
I want to hear
I want to hear
The scream of the butterfly
Come back, baby, back into my arm
We're gettin' tired of hangin' around
Waitin' around with our heads to the ground
I hear a very gentle sound
Very near yet very far
Very soft, yeah, very clear...
