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I wrote this about the late Michael Houser (Widespread Panic lead guitar player), affectionately known as "Mikey".. he lost his battle with cancer on August 10th..
MIKEY’S SONG
I wrote this song for you to play I wonder if I’ll hear it someday It’s about a blue sky mixed with gray And doesn’t have much more to say
When you first picked up your guitar Did you know where it would lead? When you last laid down your guitar Do you know how many grieved?
How did you learn to play like that Swirling sounds of impulsive degree From love to fright, darkness to light While sitting there still as a tree?
When you first started writing songs Did you know those words would sink So deeply into so many smiles Who could recite them without a blink?
So goes the tale of a light too bright Dying out way to early Before you go, let me see your face Beneath your hair so curly
It came time to face the music Which for once didn’t sound so good But you took it all in stride I just wish I understood
I wrote this song for you to play It’s about your life up until the day You left this earth but I cannot say That your spirit will ever leave
-Pete Schwartz
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[This message has been edited by blakeh (edited 09-02-2002).]
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