Those Kids Those kids you see busking outside festivals Grimy bills in the maw of the case Quarters and dimes on the tongue Could be as good as anyone onstage People would pay to see But somewhere something went awry Or more likely was never quite there In the first place though with some Every now and then someone stops And listens like someone listening To something moving in the leaves until Her friends call her name and she walks on
Yes. It isn’t even a matter of being as good sometimes but a matter of having hit on the right song for one’s own voice. It’s haunting. Having found the right drummer. The right editor. TWILIGHT was rejected 900 times before accepted.
Yes. It isn’t even a matter of being as good sometimes but a matter of having hit on the right song for one’s own voice. It’s haunting. Having found the right drummer. The right editor. TWILIGHT was rejected 900 times before accepted.