Oscar Wilde Gets Out

Freedom for the scapegoat leaving Reading JailRheumy eyes just pierced his heart like crucifixion nailsShaking fists and razors gleamed, you never stood a chanceWhen the ink ran red on Fleet StreetYou turned your eyes to FranceHumbled far from Dublin, chased across...

Old 67

Hey how about thisA little conversation tonightThinking aloud how we struggled to findOur place in the dizzy heightsDon’t often do thisWe never really get the chanceNearly froze to death on Oxford StreetNow we’re sitting in the South of FranceTalking...

Oceans Away

I hung out with the old folksIn the hope that I’d get wiseI was trying to bridge the gapBetween the great divideHung on every recollectionIn the theater of their eyesPicking up on this and thatIn the few that still survivedCall ’em up, n’ dust...

The Scaffold

In Orient where wise I wasTo please the way I liveCome give the beggar chance at handHis life is on his lipThree score a thousand timesWhere once in AmazonWhere Eldorado holds the keyNo keeper holds my handUnchain the gate of solitudeThe ruler says you runRun hard...

The Open Chord

You gotta think about itYou gotta make a wish and count to tenThere’s just a sense of wonderI feel a new direction looking down the lensJump started the actionHeard a song in my head and wrote it downIt came out of nowhereFelt a new sensation driving you through...