In the video, I repeat a lot about "why Patreon" that you can read in the "About" section of my page; but re. the song, something new that I finished writing, recorded, mixed, and "mastered," on Wed., Feb. 7, 2024. It sounded like a number of other things to me at first, and I almost gave up on it, but then all of a sudden, it started just sounding like itself, and I'm into it! Hope you will be too. This one's free and public - future posts will be for subscribers. Lyrics (if they fit), below, downloads below that!
HOW CAN I TELL YOU IT'S NOT FAIR
Two hundred fifty year old brownstone church, and you and me
Waiting for pink petals to appear
And though today there’s just a mess of sticks and cigarettes
They come out earlier every year
We woke old Joseph, but he waved to you
Half falling out his folding chair
He was waiting for the manse to open up and let him in
The only place that seems to care
How can I tell you it’s not there
No one should have to work as hard as you will
No one should be a billionaire
You shouldn’t have to stay the same, if you want to change your name
You shouldn’t have to feel you must compare
How can I tell you it’s not fair
In fields of juvenescence, essence of decay
It settles ‘round the old white hare
And what we live through is what we choose to take, they say
So long, so young, so almost there
How I can I tell you it’s not fair
Scott Harper
2024-08-16 11:50:00 +0000 UTCGreg Harrison
2024-02-13 17:07:10 +0000 UTC