She waits by the window,
for no one at all,
She sleeps by the phone,
but nobody calls,
and all her life is like some sad old song,
A tune she can barely recall,
alone,
in the warehouse of souls.
Posted by
Kenny Hogan
About this blog
My name is Kenny Hogan and I write a lot of songs.
Sometimes I don't finish what I start.
Other times I just get a few phrases and save them for later. There are notebooks crammed with these half finished songs all over my house.
I'm going through them and posting the most promising ideas here.
Maybe I'll finish them later. Maybe I won't.
We'll see...
These are works in progress.
Archives.
Fragments of unsolved puzzles.
Maybe they'll become songs some day.
"Write it down, it might be read,
Nothing's better left unsaid."
- Procol Harum
Have you heard my music?
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