Another day goes by Still the children cry Put a little love in your heart. - Jackie DeShannon

Most of the time I sit down with my guitar or at the piano, and I play for awhile until I get a new riff or groove that I like a lot. Then I'll concentrate on building around that line of thought by adding words and textures. At first I'm only trying to please myself, and hopefully what I like will appeal to others.

I can feel a something pounding in my brain
Just any time that someone speaks your name
Trumpets sound and I hear thunder boom
Every time that you walk in the room.

She'll turn her music on you You won't have to think twice
She's pure as New York snow She's got Bette Davis eyes