"Hell on Heels" - Pistol Annies The minute it starts I think of tumbleweeds. Dust blowin' around in a small western town with the sun barely setting against the horizon. The smell of horses and cheap booze filling the air. A fast-paced piano inside a crowded saloon mixing in with the flirtatious laughter of ladies dressed in their finest ready to woo drunk men for all of their money. The loud clang of cheering glasses meeting their fate as they crash down hard, one by one onto the floor along with their senseless drinkers. A messy spill of scruffy, beaten-down cowboys seeping their sorrows into the wooden panel boards. The ash from the cigar and the stale, dried out ale stains decorating the counter tops. The weak sunlight peering through the scattered bullet holes of the swinging doors. The cracked and faded sign hanging from the rusted metal bar above it ironically reading, "Welcome" as they walk in. A vixen. A hot-head. And the girl next door. Lyrics: I...
A song pops up in my head in bed, carrying with it a memory that may not always be described in words. So the music in it of itself allows me to tell my stories. This is my writer's pen. This is my '3' and my 'M'. This is my passion in life; my blog; my light and though it may occasionally lose its shine, it will never completely leave me in the dark.