ANNALEE SAYS...

The Anna
Of The Lees
***Wearing flash pants and her street walker shoes. Walking downtown with a pocket full of blues. She's the one you want so much. She's the one you can never touch. Standing on the corner, you see her cuttin' a deal. Windows rolled down, you can't believe she's for real. She's the one, it ain't no joke. She's got lips, lips just like Cherry Coke.***
My name's Annalee, A.L., Leelee, Leelers, Oona, Anna, Churro, Annathon, Annaleebee, Jonalee, or just make one up... whatever your preference. Born and raised in Seattle, I love music. If you're interested to know more, let me know and maybe...we'll see.
"Flourescent lights burn out in time, dear..."
Begin the day
With a friendly voice
A companion, unobtrusive
Plays that song that's so elusive
And the magic music makes your morning mood
Off on your way
Hit the open road
There is magic at your fingers
For the spirit ever lingers
Undemanding contact
In your happy solitude
Invisible airwaves
Crackle with life
Bright antennae bristle
With the energy
Emotional feedback
On a timeless wavelength
Bearing a gift beyond price --
Almost free...
All this machinery
Making modern music
Can still be open-hearted
Not so coldly charted
It's really just a question
Of your honesty
Yeah, your honesty
One likes to believe
In the freedom of music
But glittering prizes
And endless compromises
Shatter the illusion
Of integrity
For the words of the profits
Are written on the studio wall
Concert hall --
Echoes with the sounds...
Of salesmen.
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