Old Vintage

Yes, a Spirit of the past.

Her number tells me so

Born in the flow of the Garonne

Still, quite hot that year

In Paris many perished

Unprepared for breathless heat

Still, the scent of moist evenings

And the warmth of those days

Swirls in the glassy

brown eyes of the young serveuse


Tribute to Buck

Well I always thought the answer’s in the question

And it’s curiosity that holds the key

Yet what I sought was always where I’m standing

So I breathe the sunlit skies on bended knee

And I thought that I should share this special secret

And make sure that others saw what I could see

But the harder that I tried I saw so clearly

All I did was to create controversy

Now we argue and we fight about perspective

We condemn and then we hate furiously

What I thought would be the path to our perfection

Still what we think is not the way that it should be

Yes, it seem that every person has been given

Different ways that I think strange and that are free

Yet it’s Love that straightens paths

And fills the valleys

And I’m not the one to tell them who to be

Let the beat of different drums

Now bring us solace

And the sound of different songs now bring us peace

Cause the seed is deep within each newborn person

And it longs to feel its leaves touched by the breeze