New Song! "Butte"

On my "Music" tab you'll find a new original song, entitled, "Butte."  Alternatively, you can access my fan page on Facebook to hear it as well, under the "My Band" tab.

This is a sad ballad I'm offering up for St. Patrick's Day.  It's a lament for what was once the third largest Irish city in the world: Dublin, Boston... and Butte, Montana!  That, and it obviously doubles as a song about personal abuse.

I hope you enjoy it!  I'll reproduce the lyrics for you:

"Butte"

I am an old woman / with tunnels buried deep

Locked up deep inside / are secrets that I keep

I know my hair is gray / 'tis the winter of my discontent

Sometimes still today / I wonder where you went

You came to me that summer / with your Irish flair

You promised me the world / and nearly got me there

But you tore my mountain down / drilled into my veins

Used up all you found / are you proud of what remains?

Are you proud of what remains?

I was once a beauty / with copper-colored eyes

In my youth your promises / took me by surprise

Just a foolish girl / I thought that you loved me

I couldn't see the truth / so caught up in the ecstasy

You built me a mansion / high up on the hill

It's long-since been abandoned / and it always will

You tore my mountain down / drilled into my veins

Used up all you found / are you proud of what remains? (2x)

Are you proud of what remains?

I am an old woman / I used to have a soul

My heart, so full of treasures / Nothing but a hole.