Horizon Fireless

Discouraged
Disgruntled
Looking elsewhere
Disgusted

Pushing a cart of all my belongings in this industry
strolling by those who could lend a helping hand every show
but don't.....their money ways them down....i cannot succeed here without
help. Nevermind the reasons.

For now I've buried my music

But

like Edna St. John I find myself haunting the hole where it lies
during the day and falling into it at night. I miss it like hell

Like Coldplay speaking of Amsterdam
"Come on,
Oh my star is fadin'
I see
No chance of release
I know
I'm dead on the surface
But I am screaming underneath"