Slow Down

(You gotta) slow down, slow down,
sweet talking' woman, slow down,
you got me running, run, run,
you got me searching.
Hold on, hold on, sweet talkin' Lola,
hold on, it's so sad if that's the way it's over.

Some day's I just belt that song at the top of my lungs.
My family usually shakes there head in unbelief that, you know, IM related to them or something. For a certain second they think IM crazy. The crazy-ess.
But
Then Tom joins in. Belting at the top of His lungs.

Our harmonizing lyrics reach intertwine into the depths of the listeners gut and plant seeds of amazement and awe then when bloomed will never be uprooted. Only when Tom and I sing together, like the cooperation of the sun and rain, does the music work its wondrous ways into the hearts of the oh so closed minded apprehender.

Its at about this time that my family realizes im not a nut. I actually am kinda cool.
Tom has saved my reputation like this on far more then one occasion.

Well I gota shows everyday this week and work and all that jazz. The demo might be out Monday. Il keep in touch folks.

My brother Tom's blog is http://tomisthecrap.blogspot.com .