Ray Hearne 2009
Ray Hearne at Roy Bailey tribute: https://towerseyfestival.bandcamp.com/track/song-for-david
https://towerseyfestival.bandcamp.com/track/song-for-david
There was a lad, a ranting lad. Galavanting Galahad. Run around about town lad, Daily duffel-coated. Chorus: Summer sings me songs, he said Autumn is the cruellest season Winter has its reason Spring might bring love David. Theres a juke box jungle in my head Music gets you girls, I read DJ’s think I’m sick he said Dylan’s most devoted. It’s a DIY world by your choice Poor folk still pay highest price Too many hearts cold as ice Too few even notice The emptiness of endlessness The endlessness of emptiness They just don’t like my face I guess Poetry is hopeless. Well you can’t do right for doing wrong Some folks try too hard too long Why don’t you stick that in your song Once I dreamed I’d write songs