Strange Currencies: A Podcast For Songwriters

A touch of the tragic May be conducive to magic But it’s a rock in the shoe Of ordinary life Never wanted it to happen Our branch bent before snapping Saw reality as an anomaly As our little tree struggled in the strife Upon the polished bar-slab Rests an old head who can’t pay his tab While his pocket chimes, a music box The last gift from his wife Well, life may be short I may be numb My country is Governed by a gun Hey, maybe it’s simple Maybe its not I could not work The way that you want If there’s a god If you’re a friend If there’s a story With an end I won’t forget When things were good I’ll someday figure out What I never understood Plinking my night symphonies The Detective wants his car keys Originals and standards No spotlight Couldn’t learn how to quit Months before you split Should’ve held you harder After that last flight Your father offered a good job And my pursuit’s run by the mob Why not grow-up, own property And bow out from a rigged fight? The sound of th