On May 10, 9:51=A0am, George Dance wrote:
> 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
Not sure what a "meh" is, probably something like "blah"?
Thanks for coming over and having a look/listen, though...
--
"She Sleeps Tight" (the video), vocals by Will Dockery & Sandy
Madaris, guitars by Brian Mallard. Paintings by George Sulzbach
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3D9uGY157cpiU
> > 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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