My Fairy Queen |
I am a watering can in a time of drought,
I care for my flower when the sun comes out
She lies, in a bed with rose petal eyes.
My flower can talk, but she prefers to dream,
Of putting down roots by a...
Posted by Rossco Galloway on Tue, 14 Aug 2007 06:39:00 PST |
My Queen October |
I started writing this song with Alistair McErlain. Then he had to go home. I hope he likes the finished product. It is partly inspired by the paintings of one Mr Gavin Laverty.
Queen Oc...
Posted by Rossco Galloway on Sat, 26 Jul 2008 05:51:00 PST |
A Little To The Left |
I want my eyes to be clear so you will see right thru to the back of my head
No red in the way, no tears just Athena awaiting with her arms outspread
But the night was way thicker than I, could imag...
Posted by Rossco Galloway on Sun, 20 Jul 2008 10:01:00 PST |
New and old Channage |
New and old songs up.Thought the old myspazzer needed a spring cleaning.
Take 'em
Posted by Rossco Galloway on Mon, 07 Jul 2008 05:52:00 PST |
Love Is The Greatest |
Love is the Greatest
I went to buy her flowers but none of them looked right
I walked back out into the eyeblink light
Maybe she’ll come home and move me tonight
Maybe she won’t com...
Posted by Rossco Galloway on Thu, 13 Mar 2008 07:18:00 PST |
My Favourite Shoes |
These are the words to a song i just finished writing for a friend of mine to sing.
My Favourite Shoes
In a far off place, a saxophone is blowin', and in New York it's snowin'.
...
Posted by Rossco Galloway on Fri, 08 Feb 2008 03:40:00 PST |
Jemima and James |
I found an old book, dusty and decayed,
Inside, a letter, from bygone days.
From a woman who sent her child away,
I found an old book yesterday.
She was a youngster, around the time of the deed,
Her h...
Posted by Rossco Galloway on Wed, 21 Nov 2007 06:55:00 PST |
The Willow Tree |
The Willow Tree
Oh m'lady, laid me down, she gave herself to me
I walked to the stream in the middle o' the town
Walked to a willow tree
Carved her name in a love heart there, as the sun was o...
Posted by Rossco Galloway on Tue, 09 Oct 2007 09:02:00 PST |
Love Songs Are Ten a Penny These Days |
Love songs are ten a penny these days, so I wrote her eleven just to throw away.
The key to her heart I think it's hidden in her mind,
Glory from above comes pouring from her eyes,
Give me a moment an...
Posted by Rossco Galloway on Thu, 23 Aug 2007 09:12:00 PST |
O, For The Love Of Her |
O, For The Love Of Her
I stroked the petals, I kissed the rose
I wrapped her up in a ribbon and bow
Hidden inside me, wherever I roam
Until the eagles carried her home
I'd forget her name but i...
Posted by Rossco Galloway on Thu, 23 Aug 2007 09:28:00 PST |
