Best thing I've ever written. I still have no idea what it means.

Re-recording of an old song I'd originally written for an even older band, Buckle. I think Buckle's been done now for almost eighteen years, so it may be safe to dust this off now and expose it to light again.

The Long Hard Line ( t boudreau) I locked myself inside in my mind Slammed the doors and drew the blinds I searched my soul to see what i'd find Purged whatever wasn't mine There comes a time when we find We must draw that long hard line…

The Long Hard Line ( t boudreau) I locked myself inside in my mind Slammed the doors and drew the blinds I searched my soul to see what i'd find Purged whatever wasn't mine There comes a time when we find We must draw that long hard line…

The Long Hard Line ( t boudreau) I locked myself inside in my mind Slammed the doors and drew the blinds I searched my soul to see what i'd find Purged whatever wasn't mine There comes a time when we find We must draw that long hard line…

The Morning Came lyrics - t boudreau music j. tramontano, t. boudreau If i thought i needed more it'd be for selfish reasons If i didn't think that i had it all i'd be kidding myself So whats ever left out there it's for your taking Remember…

The Morning Came lyrics - t boudreau music j. tramontano, t. boudreau If i thought i needed more it'd be for selfish reasons If i didn't think that i had it all i'd be kidding myself So whats ever left out there it's for your taking Remember…

The Morning Came lyrics - t boudreau music j. tramontano, t. boudreau If i thought i needed more it'd be for selfish reasons If i didn't think that i had it all i'd be kidding myself So whats ever left out there it's for your taking Remember…

Home-Made Rock n Roll ( t boudreau) I want to tell ya about my baby She does a little kitchen dance She turns up my heat And grease's down my sheets And she can rattle my pots n pans She can start with a slow simmer And turn it up…

Home-Made Rock n Roll ( t boudreau) I want to tell ya about my baby She does a little kitchen dance She turns up my heat And grease's down my sheets And she can rattle my pots n pans She can start with a slow simmer And turn it up…