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The Terminal
By Wilcox
Ah, what a place.
It is so lush and quiet in walls.
It's a place where the sound really stands a chance of its way.
And I'm grateful 'cause, man, there are a lot of gigs that's really hard.
The doesn't stand a chance.
A lot of there's a gig that's between somewhere and somewhere else.
You wouldn't go there to play it, but the booking agent says "Well you're on your way. Why don't you stop and play, you know, the Terminal Tavern."
As my friend Gamble would say, "What a orchard."
I mean imagine straining good, art sensibility through that veil of chicken wire.
It's the kind of place where you gaze about you at those walls of pecky Cyprus and pine wood adorned with frontier memorabilia and tire tool sets.
And the ceiling under slung with fish net encrusted with detritus and streaming down the steaming midnight air, a million shattered dreams that dangle like declensions of despair.
And the daily drunks just line the walls lemmings in repose.
The festering assaulting their entrails, like time-release suicide.
They're stuck to sticky floor and they're not moving.
And you think, "What do need?"
Well, I don't that.
What have I
I've got an acoustic guitar, not enough.
got words.
I wonder if stand a chance to be heard.
Maybe music stand a chance.
I mean, I can sound.
I have chords.
I strings.
I can sound.
Who needs
We need and music is much bigger than that.
Music is timing a capital "T."
Music is hearing a song that sounds like your song, 'cause just what you've been dreaming of or thinking of, or praying for.
it's speaking right to you.
And sure, there're all these other people but they're just superfluous.
It's song and it was meant just for you.
It hits home and it's real, 'cause coming from some place much bigger.
But in that place you look around and you think, "Oh man no chance for this to happen. There're so many distractions."
always distractions.
All you can do is it out.
I think analogy of songs is a great one saying, "It's a message in a bottle."
You take all best hopes and dreams and send it out in a bottle.
it in the ocean.
Whoever gets it and when they get it, well it has more to do with the ocean than it has to do you.
good, the ocean can be trusted, if the timing is right.
Send it out as you can.