Songwrite

Superhighway At the bottom of the ocean in the inky inky darkness I can see, I can see, I can seeBut the flashlight of sobriety is flashing at me dot-dash-dot-dot-dash Something, someone is signalling me. a pattern becomes a beam becomes a superhighway When I’m chilling in my pad Dossing sideways on my notepad Thinking

The Man Who Couldn’t Write.

The man with gold lead in his pencil couldn’t write! He tried a gold paperweight on his desk but still the words would not come. A gold-tin he purchased containing gems and jewels and scattered them did all around his desk in the hope of inspiring him with beauty. Nothing came. A name, a game, insane.