I believe in fires at midnight when the dogs have all been fed.

A golden toddy on the mantle a broken gun beneath the bed.

Silken mist outside the window. Frogs and newts slip in the dark

too much hurry ruins the body. I'll sit easy, fan the spark

kindled by the dying embers of another working day.

Go upstairs, take off your makeup, fold your clothes neatly away.

Me, I'll sit and write this love song as I all too seldom do.

Build a little fire this midnight. It's good to be back home with you.

I like !

50 Cent? Hmmm... maybe not. Nice.

Songs From The Wood

Good call, PCS!

Surprised that someone recognized it.

Remember I was born in 1969, I was forced to listen to my parent's music throughout all of the 70's and part of the 80's. In that regard I have acquired their taste and knowledge for that type of 70's Rock & Roll, like Tull, Yes, Blue Oyster Cult, etc.

I know, but that track is more than a little obscure.

I know, but that track is more than a little obscure.

Where did your sig go, I don't see it?

Got me.

I see it.