Chapter 140 . I know a good ol' Ho...

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It's inspirational time!
It's been madly inspirational actually, from all corners of my life, almost overwhelming...
I am not complaining.
- smile -

In the middle of working with Betty on her album, somehow, out of the blue, I wrote a song for my own band, the Spaceboys.
It just came.
And that is in no way the usual way things happen for me in music, I have to work at it over and over and over...
It's freakin' annoying!
- smile -
Anyway, it came as the sun would rise in the morning.
Like if it was already there.

Now, I need to record it, and all that jazz, in between Betty's work.
I am going to be busy.
- smile again -

Here are the lyrics, I think it's worth a look.
- wink -

Miss M.C.

I know a good ol' Ho,

Who played within my soul.

She threw the dice,

And caught me twice.

She tore apart my heart,

She left me on the ground.

With only one vice,

Become a barfly.

Oooooo

Oooooo

Just trying to make believe

Oooooo

Oooooo

Can’t recall if she was festive.

She painted all the walls,

Shaped the landscapes and falls,

To no great purpose,

But with a selfish dose.

I followed like a dog,

Barked mostly in the fog.

My only mistake,

A bunch of banded sand snakes.

Oooooo

Oooooo

Just trying to make believe

Oooooo

Oooooo

Can’t recall if it was festive.

I know that good ol' Ho,

I’m guilty, I’m guilty, this I know.

Left with a bottle of scotch - in my hand,

Tomorrow I’ll start a mourning band

She told me once, she told me twice,

She told me more than I can trace.

That if my sky, was to fall down,

She would be here to pick up the grace.

And I mean, 

Oooooo Oooooo Oooooo

Just trying to make believe

Yes I mean, 

Oooooo Oooooo Oooooo

Can’t recall if it was festive.

I know that big ol' Ho,

I’m guilty, I’m guilty, I’m guilty, this I know.

Left with a bottle of scotch - in my hand,

Tomorrow I’ll start a mourning band

Instrumental

Oooooo

Oooooo

Still trying to make believe?

Oooooo

Oooooo

Can’t recall if it was festive.

You can’t blame the lady,

She thinks she ain’t guilty.

Her way to concretize,

Sell-Self to all allies.

There is beauty in this,

A tad like in a Scotch Kiss,

All I can regret,

Was to be honest.

Oooooo

Oooooo

Still trying to make believe?

Oooooo

Oooooo

Can’t recall if she was festive.

I know that good ol' Ho,

I’m guilty, I’m guilty, this I know.

Left with a bottle of scotch - in my hand,

Tomorrow I’ll start a mourning band.

Left with a bottle of scotch - in my hand,

Tomorrow I’ll start a mourning band.

Lyrics & Music Sergio Foglio

And now, a couple of eye candies:

Dave, Serge & Betty Kate

Sunrise on Hillside - Victoria BC

Voila, have a good one Peeps,

More to come soon.

Sincerely,

Serge

11th August 2014