Mojo from Albumette #1 by Melanie A. Davis

Songbird to the lost and wild, father to a wandering child
propagandic saviour of the human race and proprietor of our disgrace

Tell us Simon, where have you been?
Does the dust taste better washed down with gin?
Tell us Simon, where have you been?
My legs are getting heavy holding all this sin

You took your journey to the bottom of a pot of gold
the world keeps on turning, but you don't know how you got so old
Not even the city of lights can keep away the dark, cold nights
Save yourself for somewhere later down the road

Tell us Simon, where have you been?
Does the dust taste better washed down with gin?
Tell us Simon, where have you been?
My legs are getting heavy holding all this sin

Take your shoulders, hardened skin
Your love transforms you where the blades might have been
Just another year older, another year colder,
close your eyes and ease your mind
What's the last thing you told her, poetic soldier?
No more a slave to terrestrial ties

• Acoustic
• Folk
• indie folk
• jazzy folk
• singer-songwriter
• Murray