No matter what I did, Southern Belle, I never felt it was good enough. But You know when you have given it your best shot. So I tried inserting some Otis in there but I took it out. My meager attempt, dear one, at this song for you.
So, with the light beginning to come through my window, I sense a bustling south, down your way. The sound of metal clanging, feet slapping pavement. I believe the race gates are open. A man you met last year is gearing himself for the days ride he has. I think he will do quite well after meeting such a person as you. I hope you enjoy this tune. I hesitated to release it. As, like I said, I changed tempo's, instraments and styles so many times, I don't feel it's my best. I think it has to be, in a manner. Else it would not appear. Fly on sweet angel.
Like a dog with a bone - or an over/under or even a staff of good, hard wood
I am a FOX Sports Blogger who NEEDS to VENT. You may also enjoy my tuneful stylings at www.myspace.c om/billdyckns Don't try to give me all that money I know you're going to want to donate or any personal information. . .OR, be the 1st to buy one of my songs. The FIRST.
On top of all that...well.. .there isn't much more on top of that since i'm on the glidepath down. But, as I say in my best song, "Time keeps tellin' me to fold. You know that always makes me crack a smile. Mr Time he believe I growin' old." (copyright 2005 All Rights Reserved) (means don't try rippin' that line off)
OK, On 51 Hut BREAK!
