Turpentine Wine from Birdhouse Live by Birdhouse

well the garden burns there within his song
it guides a melody so lost and wrong
here in shades of faith, soft and long
they paint the clouds still turning him on
when the soldier feels no reason
falls to the trenches of his dreams
through minefields all alone
a losing faith it seems

it's a crooked way to dance,
on turpentine wine

well some days just losin' their beauties grin
autumns lips lean so thin
and the breath you knew, don't know where it's been
in solitude you think of him
who's the soldier, the true soldier
it's a wilderness of wolves and thieves
burn it down, soul disruption
corruption of ash in the leaves

and there is a truth there within the heart
sun of son, begging to start
rough winds teasing the buds of May
yet never once did you lose your way
as the soldier wanders downtown
in a uniform of lights
advancing, advancing
advancing into night

• Rock
• country rock americana
• jazz and improvised music
• Santa Cruz