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

 ÖHeís going to Storyville 

Aaron thinks he thinks too much
About the dreams heís trying to touch
Says heís listening to the sounds in the trees
To sooth the frustration that wonít leave
And heíll tell you how he feels
But heíll need a guitar to make it real
Says heíll be bigger than the Crows
And he will cause he already knows 

ÖHeís 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

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

 On his way to StoryvilleÖ 

Chorus **

Me, Iím just another writer
Always have and always will be
Trying to make sense of the world
Through a chorus and a melody
And Iíve been thinking of making it big again
Cause this is all I can see
Well, you listen to these songs
And tell me this ainít me

 Cause Iím going to Storyville

 Chorus **

Written: July 1996
Copyright Nicholas Treadwel1 2003