Hi Folks.
It has been an exciting year for me in musical adventures. I am glad I found this super supportive BIAB community! This is the last tune of the passing year I will post. It is very special to me as this is my first online collaboration. I think I caught Dave (aka BlueAttitude) in a good mood smile and he agreed to write a guitar track for it. He made this collaboration a true pleasure. His guitar added exactly what was missing! Thank you Dave! I also want to thank Ray for reading my sloppy lyrics and making excellent suggestions. And also, big thanks to Bud & Janice for dedicating their time to listening to my mixes and giving gentle, yet very important tips. Thank you for listening and any improving suggestions you might give. Happy New Year!

Misha.

Bourbon



me: vocals, mixing, a little bit of electric piano keys
Dave: Lead guitar / solo
Biab:
2915: Bass, Electric CountryPopByron
2905: Guitar, Electric, Rhytm BrightBluesyPopColin
1956: Sax, Alto, Soloist TexasBluesRockStraightMark
888:Piano, Acoustic, Solo-Accompaniement PopBronx
RealDrums=BluesRockFunky 16ths
RealDrums=FunkHalfNotesSync

lyrics:
Every night he comes home,
Leaves his hat on a solid oak mantle,
Drops his tired body on cushions of silk.
Hypnotized by pendulum swings
And the gypsy dance of the candle

Chorus:
In his dreams he flies,
Spreading wings like a falcon
Laughing at days bygone , from the top of the sky
Sunny morning comes, clawing on the windows,
touching dusty pillows, under sweaty head

Yet another day passed,
Writing no stanzas in memory dairies,
Only idle hours snaking to dawn
Smoothing edges with fine glass of Bourbon.

In dreams he climbs peaks of highest mountains
and he laughs with joy at days gone by..
Rain with morning comes, drops hit like bullets,
shredding dream to ruin, calling to wake up

Wind is playing with the trash,
moon is shining like a Persian saber
Night is weaving spider mesh to catch good neighbors
But he is staying home alone - drinking Bourbon

Empty bottles scattered all across the bedroom
he is drunk, but sober...dreams are far away
Next day old postman comes with stack of letters
but no one answers his knocking on the door..