and grille Bourbon Street which inspired this song I wrote, also, just today.
Walk down this good ol' street with me
We'll see all the sights, all the scenery
Here is the bar, come on in with me
Welcome to the bar on Bourbon Street
Pull up a stool...
Back to the cold restless streets at night
I talk to myself about tomorrow night.
Walls of white protest, a gravestone in name
Who is it now? it's always the same.
Who is it now? who calls me inside
Are the leaves on the trees just a living disguise?
I walk the...
Recently, a close friend of mine and I were playing a game -- just a simple game where we asked each other random questions.
I asked him, "What's something you couldn't live without and why?"
He answered, "Music, because everything I've ever thought, felt, or lived by was...