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The Tavern
By Wilcox
Ah, a beautiful place.
It is so lush and quiet in walls.
It's a place where the really stands a chance of finding its way.
And I'm grateful 'cause, man, there are a lot of that's just really hard.
The sound stand a chance.
A lot of times there's a gig that's between and somewhere else.
You really wouldn't go there to play it, but the booking agent says "Well you're on your way. Why don't you 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 through the steaming midnight air, a million shattered dreams that dangle like of despair.
And the daily just line the walls like lemmings in repose.
The booze assaulting their entrails, like time-release suicide.
They're stuck to that floor and they're not moving.
And you think, "What do need?"
Well, I don't that.
have I got?
I've got an guitar, it's not enough.
got words.
I wonder if they a chance to be heard.
music doesn't stand a chance.
I mean, I can sound.
I have chords.
I strings.
I can sound.
Who sound?
We need music and is much bigger than that.
Music is timing a capital "T."
Music is hearing a song that sounds like your song, 'cause it's what you've been dreaming of or thinking of, or praying for.
Suddenly it's right to you.
And sure, there're all these other people here but they're superfluous.
It's song and it was meant just for you.
It hits and it's real, 'cause it's coming from some place much bigger.
But in that place you look around and you think, "Oh man there's no chance for this to happen. so many distractions."
There's distractions.
All you can do is it out.
I think Sting's analogy of songs is a great one saying, "It's a in a bottle."
You take all your 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 the ocean than it has to do with you.
good, the ocean can be trusted, if the timing is right.
Send it out as you can.