Well, I’m 74 yo now. I’d like to add a new song I wrote a few years ago. It was the last song I played out before covid hit, so I quit playing in public. These are the words; THE GHOSTLY BAND; It’s an early hour, I hope I’m not too late. Everything goes sour with a lock across the gate. If you’re in no hurry and if you don’t mind. I’d like to take a seat and spend a little time. Smoking my old stogie, chasing visions in the vape. Listening to the ghostly band on an empty stage. I know the hour’s late, but there’s no beer in my hand. I only came to see my friends; the ghostly band. They played years ago when I was young. I never missed a concert, I knew every song they sung. So can I sit and listen to my old ghostly band. Playing in fading colors on an empty stage.

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