House.
Taxi.
Kettlebell.
Stella.
Whiskey.
And all my dreams, my hopes and schemes that seem so foolish now. They're possible when you are here, we'll work them out somehow...
Shield Hill springs to mind on a day of 1996 New Orleans recollection.
Undoubtedly my memory of the lyric is a little flawed - but the comment section is open to the author of the tune and the lyric for correction, Nick ?
Amazed at the memories which flood back with a look at some old pics. More memories in N'awleans to be made yet - and better memories at that!! Got to go back someday.
Soon!
2 comments:
... and chord progression please.
Shield Hill is here.
Your quote however is from Bring you Down; and unblogged masterpiece.
I will have to pick up a guitar or sit down at the piano to dislodge the chords from my mind.
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