a whimsical tale (being for the benefit of those who worry and those who don't)
a short history..........
across the big pond - or is it the great beyond - dwells a crotchety old songwriter who writes songs that nobody listens too - ‘ceptin’ his wife and daughter and a few odd friends - but then their odd aren’t they, so who listens to them. after years and years of writing and recording and crying and begging he always seem to come up short - but then 5’7 isn’t big, now is it?
after submitting song after song after song after song to this that or the other thing organizations he got no offers, just a come on from the whores on 7th Avenue (whoa, wait a minute that's Simon and Garfunkel-sorry.)
anywho...back to the story.....
so..... after all these trials and tribulations did the old songwriter give up? damn right he did!
you can only beat your head against a wall for so long - you usually end up with a extremely beaten up head, but the wall’s ok. (I prefer dark side of the moon).
if your still interested after all this ranting and raving - the song is Maryland Avenue and I am Richard Downs and my email is firstname.lastname@example.org