33 Bass Players

33 bass players and not a rock to roll
Looking for musicians here is like falling in a hole
17 rehearsals the drummer somehow missed
Lies and excuses are the new religious twist
Half a dozen phone calls and not a one returned
The guitarist has disappeared--another Mormon burned

Music will still set me free
Stranded alone in Salt Lake City
What will this land of Eden bring?
What will my soul have to sing?

Of 33 bass players afraid to join the band
33 bass players have sifted through my hand
I won't wait for the poison to arrive
I'll shape this dream with my own hands
Performing alone alive

Music will still set me free
Stranded alone in Salt Lake City
What will this land of Eden bring?
What will my soul have to sing?

Of 33 bass players who showed me the way
Leaving me to make my stand
And be what they couldn't play

SONG SAMPLE: "33 Bass Players"

 

 

Love,
Coyote

 

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