This is what it says on the can. Don't know what cat it should go in. It evolved over a few weeks and was made using a synth, guitar synth and emx.

Trying to write a Beatle song the week before I met Peggy. 1978.

I never met Jesse, but I heard her howl in the night, but I heard her pups yelping for whiter they yelp for. She was strong and she was there. And in the Texas night out on the prairie between Lillian and Alvarado I could hear them singing…

There was this display...

Choices (midnight) ================== Words don't mean anything I've watched so many words burn down Passionate things like good intents most take them to their graves Everything I've ever loved It's all gone away If I don't love you…

What else to say?

I wrote this with a guy named King Cone and then he disappeared.

She was a lovely waitress at Rhett Butler's in Amarillo back about 1977.