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Malrow Winslow Tyler

Malrow Winslow Tyler is a fictitious coffee house entertainer in his mid fifties. He eeks out a living traveling a

I am still working on a decent take for the Youtube video of the 10th song from American Success Story.

Won’t you come daughter my son doesn’t come and see me I can’t see the sun and I lost everyone

While I watched you dying I drew a portrait of myself Years I was trapped gasping and crying and knowing

Just another one of a number of love ballads which I have been constructing for a possible music lp later

Hope is lost is lying near is beating drums is slipping along and chasing and grasping is breathing and gasping

It’s morning, I see eyes, make up, and a shadow whispering, shaking bells of disbelief Breaking dreams, I hesitate because

Head turned to what I hear got a heart full of iron hard as diamonds hiding in the leaves of

The Boy and the Sea Feet in the sand I watch the dolphins play So grateful I am to see