The Finer things - Bartley
Wake up when the doorbell rings
Live a life besieged by the finer things
It ain’t easy but you do your best
to handle all the excess
drop like a fly when the speaker sings
drip like a drop of fountain ink
stop like a clock when the realization
sinks, that this is really everything
and everything rad, when you’re
riding on a fad
hanging from a flaming dumptruck
screaming at your dad
But everything is dull when the firemen
show up
and you have to walk all across town
to buy a new dump truck
pass out when the liquor kicks,
and ends your daily hissy fits
it’s a drag, to still exist, and a
drag to be so rich
This is my brother. He sings about the world through the eyes of a hiker and it is beautiful. We've done some Album-a-days together, you can find them on here. Adam Hosack