I can’t begin to describe how much I enjoy sitting down in front of my green desk. I used to keep my four-track recorder on an old wobbly blue desk I bought for five dollars at Goodwill. It was about ready to collapse when my girlfriend (now my wife) built me a new desk for my birthday. That’s how Green Desk Studios (a.k.a. my bedroom) was born. Now my bedroom is our bedroom, where I sit before that same green desk to record in my audio journal. I got this off my chest yesterday:
If you want.mp3
If you want…
Come hear me sing
If you won’t…
Don’t mean a thing
Just let me in
Turn back the clock…
If you want
I’ll be back down the block
And if you won’t…
Don’t mean a thing
Rest your head upon my chest
Remember this
Forget the rest
Just let me in