On May 10, 6:07=A0am, Will Dockery wrote:
> "Rob Evans" wrote:
>
> >Will Dockery wrote:
>
> > > Thanks for watching and having a listen, Mushmouth... anyone else
> > > interested can click the link below for 4 or 5 of my new song-poems,
> > > comment and critique welcome, as always.
>
> > Unspeakable shit as always.
>
> But it does get "spoken", Mushmouth, and to be honest, you're in a
> minority in your opinion of it.
>
> We just finished the new song last night, with guest vocals by Sandy
> Madaris, now on the player at the "Will Dockery & Friends" SpaceFace
> page. Comments & Critique are, as always, most welcome:
>
> http://www.myspace.com/shadowvilleallstars
>
I'm listening to it now. There's a nice 60's vibe running through the
3 songs I've heard so far. I especially enjoyed hearing "She Sleeps
Tight" -- it had a pop sound that I was not expecting. Not that I
pretend to know what the main stream wants, but I think that it has
"airplay", if not "single," written all over it.
> She Sleeps Tight
>
> Sleeps so tight
> she has a marksman's eye.
> Maker's mark
> tattoo firewater spine.
> Leather shoes
> but nowhere to go.
>
> Dice and coins
> scattered in the snow.
> Dice and coins
> scattered in the snow.
>
> Won't be long,
> until I see her face.
> She's waiting
> in an undisclosed place.
> I've been conspired
> banned from my muse.
>
> This won't stick
> poor boy's all confused.
> This won't stick
> poor boy's all confused.
>
> In Salem town
> she keeps her chin so high.
> Darkened breeze
> she smiles as I roll by.
> Step inside
> she looks for tables left.
>
> Wink at time
> nothing lasts except yourself.
> Wink at time
> nothing lasts except yourself.
>
> Like a Steamboat
> she plans to roll on down.
> To the Gulf
> out of this dirty town.
> Copper mesh
> kept stuffed in a jar.
>
> Sharp cold hit
> turning wine to water.
> Sharp cold hit
> turning wine to water.
>
> We know him
> eye deed by his ship.
> In a trap
> a kind of goosechase trip.
> Whiskey fumes
> and stale gunsmoke.
>
> Sunk and drowned
> with all her knives and jokes.
> Sunk and drowned
> with all her knives and jokes.
>
> Sleeps so tight
> she has a marksman's eye.
> Maker's mark
> tattoo firewater spine.
> Leather shoes
> but nowhere to go.
>
> -Will Dockery (words)
> Brian Mallard (music)
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