The usual suspects – Aaron Nel
In a far away town – in a room full of strangers,
I played my guitar and sang away the dangers.
I played the songs that they may, or may not have known;
took them to a place where the past and present go
to become something new – a gift: just for you…
We embrace [it] – like a long lost friend,
succumbing to the providence: admitting the infinite chance
That we may be part of something bigger: the Divine Designer’s plans.
* * *
Something so pure; like light shining through –
I was just the vessel for something shiny and new…
And it changed the atmosphere just like a drug.
* * *
Now cowboys and bikers; they love to brawl,
while farmers and bar staff; they don’t get along at all!
But I’m a travelling minstrel and I really don’t mind,
‘Cause I get my drinks for free, and I charge for my time.