johnny dowd,”hope”
from:is heaven real? how would i know, 2023
“I had a date – for a quarter to eight
It’s midnight – she must be running late
The bar is empty – except for me
That’s when the bartender – had an epiphany
Another beer, another shot
Some folks say I drinks a lot
Johnny, she stood you up – she’s played you for a fool
Now you’re just sitting on your barstool – trying to play it cool
It’s time to go home – It’s time to go to bed
It’s time to get that stupid girl – Out of your head
Well I hear what you’re saying – but one more round
Maybe later – she’ll come back around
Hope springs eternal – that what I believe
Good night, bartender – it’s time for me to leave
I went to my car – had a final cigarette
Something told me – don’t leave yet
She may appear – as if in a dream
She may be part – of Gods grand scheme”
Here’s an under-the-radar punkcountry balladeer that will get under-your-skin if you’re not careful. He straddles the fine line between poetry and blasphemy while toying with genre and convention. Texas roots, but an Ithica, NY fixture for many years. Creative, talented bandmates, including his sister on backup vocals.
-Bill Boehm-
“But we are not alone, and everything needs expounding all the time ... in the presence of extraordinary actuality, consciousness takes the place of imagination.
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Mr. Stevens