Songy poo

Live songs to a lost soul

This is a song I wrote on the gwang about loving someone who is self destructive

Things gathered and guitar slung over his shoulder the boy makes his way on a dirt road through the forest. To a keen eye you can see water ants marching single file determined and unwavering to and ...

A figured bathed in shadow sits under a pastel orgy of twinkling lights. All is quiet except for the melodic singing of hopeful toogly toads serenading their suitors to be. A fire breathes its last br...