This is a song I wrote inspired by another good friend of mine. He’s just one of those guys..deserves a song.

The very first thing he said to me, in his classic, charming, bob dylanesque I am both the villain and the hero off the cuff response, ‘it is about gd time someone wrote a song about me.’ And he was right.

‘Like Beauty’ 

Consecrate our Rose
She was meant to grow
Paupers were then kings
So I had a feast and grew wings 

I ran for you, Oh I do, I run every single day
Prepare my soul for hell or more,
goddamn my wings, I pray.

Lovers then we were, in the cover of our youth
You were there, you were, or did I make that up to?
Like the fire in the elevator? 

Roll the dice, feel my vice
It flows within my blood
Like Holiday, or Johnny Ringo
The hole in me, it's too much 

So I father up this lullaby
To ease my soul tonight
I think of her with a glass of wine
Brings me down to a malt
Bring me down to a malt 

Hello again my friend
It's been 20 years or so
Does it seem so long
Your years were strong
But age has left its mark

My Penelope, come to me
I'll skewer those suitors through
But Saint John said, ‘forgive those when
They've not forgiven you’
Well I've not forgiven you
So, will you forgive me too...?

Like Beauty, Beauty, Like Beauty in your blues