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Brendon’s not big on small talk
And I sometimes wonder what’s in his thoughts
He’s got the sounds of the city in his ears
And he sure knows how to drink those beers
But now he’s handing me a note
A flash of inspiration he has wrote
And I know there’s passion in those eyes
When I read the wisdom in those lines

 …He’s going to Storyville 

Aaron thinks he thinks too much
About the dreams he’s trying to touch
Says he’s listening to the sounds in the trees
To sooth the frustration that won’t leave
And he’ll tell you how he feels
But he’ll need a guitar to make it real
Says he’ll be bigger than the Crows
And he will cause he already knows 

…He’s going to Storyville

This is where we throw off the 9 to 5, In Storyville
This is where we can find our truth, In Storyville
This is where we build our strength, In Storyville
This is where we live our dreams

Andy’s holding silent meditation
In his temple of creation
His heroes gathering dust on the shelves
Are on a direct line to himself
And he’s standing on the edge
Looking over that literary ledge
And he’ll put those voices in your head
The characters he’s met

 On his way to Storyville… 

Chorus **

Me, I’m just another writer
Always have and always will be
Trying to make sense of the world
Through a chorus and a melody
And I’ve been thinking of making it big again
Cause this is all I can see
Well, you listen to these songs
And tell me this ain’t me

 Cause I’m going to Storyville

 Chorus **

Written: July 1996
Copyright Nicholas Treadwel1 2003