“Dont you want a little taste of the glory?”

They pay me to come here and teach.

Moment of silence babe.

On campus, Professor Riley, walking to Baba ORiley. Ahhhhh. I wish you could smell it here.
The boy seeing his dreams realized, at night in the Crackle of the Wind.
Call it a day babe, we’s arrived.
My teenage wasteland, babe. I’m here.

“I really want YOU 2 know.” Babe.

The Whip and the Body (Pt 2)

O, Christopher Lee, you zany Sado maso :-) and as usual snapshots from my private world! It’s a heavy dose of, that’s right babe, my Online Diary!! Come on in. 18+ only please !

Her ya go babe! Automatic.

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Pail and Can – All Caught Up Homeshow 09/02/2024

Crackle O’ The Wind – All Caught Up 09/02/2024

One track live acoustic and vocal from my apt

09/02/2024 – “All Caught Up’ Homeshow – 1 of 4 songs I’m posting from the show

Lyrics: A little child inside Hears owls hoot The radiant evening’s soon Games are played Streetlight Approved In the Crackle of the Wind A little Raven head steps up to the stool to see the moon from a ragged room A night dress is hemmed at a mother’s spool In the Crackle of the Wind And I can hear the wind sing Way Oh Way Oh A song is played in some dark room Someone’s heart is deeply moved Season’s change their different hues in the Crackle of the Wind And I can hear the wind sing Way Oh Way Oh

Words and music by the man singing and playing guitar, Damien S. Riley