ON TOUR
Lost track of the mission,
can’t remember the goal,
the road is often brutal
as it burglarizes the soul.
Touring is grueling,
always on the go,
travel all night
to make the next show.
First it was fun,
like my first toy store,
back then I enjoyed it,
now it’s a bore,
Each night more groupies,
more booze and pills,
uppers then downers
can’t cure my ills.
Demands from the label,
more songs to record,
the reality of the business
just can’t be ignored.
A poet at heart,
performer by chance.
I play all their tunes,
but I won’t do their dance.
Passions and preferences,
travels and trials,
limo’s and hot tubs
help ease the miles.
Tonight a new town
party til dawn,
by this time tomorrow
we’ll be up and gone.
The cheering gets old,
as does the booze,
can’t wait to lie down
and get out of these shoes.
Lost track of the mission,
can’t remember the goal,
the road is brutal
as it burglarizes the soul.
Copyright © 2011 Richard Lee King. All Rights Reserved.
Author of: Nice & Naughty, A Pursuit of Life & The Price of Freedom
Your talent leaves me in awe. I can feel every line. Outstanding!
Blessings,
~Linda
Janna
GOD BLESS YOU
Tony
fee
We're an American band
We're an American band
We're comin' to your town
We'll help you party it down
We're an American band
Yep, I do imagine it does get to where you don't even recognize know who you are anymore. It makes me kinda why some bands went berserk and destroyed a few hotel rooms.
Lowell.
Anna
Donna