Here’s a new song for you, along with a video:
If you prefer audio only:
Been a while since I posted – forgotten how scary this feels! Rather like visiting a dentist, it’s worse if you haven’t been for a while...
I will dip into what you have all been doing now, and give some feedback.
Best wishes to all
Winter in Madrid, the man at the gig counting down his working days
Regaling stories of bundled regrets, a lifetime’s malaise
A banker of decades standing, release in his creative writing
Took 20 years, 800 pages, his friends didn’t read it and the irony is biting
The man at the gig, he loves the band, but
Just 10 minutes in he offers his right hand, he says
“It’s time to go, I’ve seen it all before, and the singer he can’t sing anymore”
And like the Man in the Restaurant, the Man at the Gig,
Is losing his internal fight, he turns around and disappears into the night
37 years, she’s been the only one but she hates his new tattoos
He’s given his all, always been there for them, but should he twist now and risk losing it all
Should he hide in his music, his books and allotment, or get lost in the sequel
Will it be enough in the golden years, is he equal to what lies ahead?