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This is only a demo. Percussion, bass and Glockenspiel to add.
After i met a Homeless guy on Christmas eve a few years back this song has been stuck in my head. It's a fair world for the poor humans of this earth. What the heck is money. uuuuugh. it disgusts me at times. At least it inspired me to write this. Thanks SoundClouders
TRAMPMAN Rónán Kearney
These are the days he looked to the west.
It's like his own feet wont be following the long way home,
He'll be sleeping on the streets again.
Passing him by he said " Any spare change buddy "
" I do " I replied so i gave him all the money i had.
"It isn't much but I'll do what i can"
Will he wake up from sleeping,
It's so cold i can see him breathing,
I'll run home to retrieve a blanket for that poor man sleeping.
At least he might make it tonight.
It's a fair world for the poor man ( not )
If he was brave he would visit his dear mother,
but the things they both said surely led them to severe their old bond,
such words had the highest of costs
The pride that was felt by his once charming father,
has long since gone with the problems they both gathered in their hearts,
A void which would keep them apart.
Will he wake up from sleeping. . . . etc
These cold nights,so unforgiving
holding his hands to the heavens
asking when fortunes would be finally changing. . . .for him
It's a fair world for the poor man. . . . .