Ray Hearne 2009
Ray Hearne at Roy Bailey tribute: https://towerseyfestival.bandcamp.com/track/song-for-david
There was a lad, a ranting lad a 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