Crooked Streets

Getting a new song in under the buzzer, and on the tree of life, it’s a tortoise. Or perhaps, a glacier. Something about the continental crawl of this one resonates with me. It came about from some lazy playing, putting the capo bar all over the neck of the guitar, rambling into the mic, dropping from F to F minor. I really need to change my strings.

Anyways, sometimes you’re a big rush to get somewhere, sometimes, you’re definitely not. Sometimes you don’t think it’s ever gonna see the light of day, and sometimes, it definitely don’t. Once in a while, however, it do. Or does. I could noodle about with a tremely acoustic guitar for hours before I even noticed my foot fell asleep.

This song reminds me of Boston, particularly the North End. I am pretty happy with the lyrics.

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