Pensive Boogie

Oh this is me... Old man walks from a darkened room Where he played Ghosteen through the night And it spun him in turn from pervading gloom To a vinyl once loved: Outasight As a kid he would play it quite endlessly And the grooves chiselled into his heart That array of sweet sounds and rebelliousness Signalled where a new journey might start So he set off to write songs within that vein With his childhood never leaving his sight He would write them in fours - with four on the floor Some profound, some forgiving, some trite As each fevered song swelled like some super-friend Who could suck all the mist from the streets With the power to cast all your childhood hopes Onto plastic with phat disco beats Can you imbue your memories into a song Then that's what he has tried in each track To embody the joy that he thought was gone And in these - four EPs - it is back Coda message: Love