The Music That I Brang
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The Music That I Brang
by Paul McCann
I came to you there on concrete streets and played until darkness fell , with a guitar singing songs I’d wrote with stories I had to tell .
From town to town , for years I went, not knowing what each day would bring , all I had was a guitar and voice and songs I wanted to sing .
Such fondness to be there in a place where hope never went away and I found some friends and new songs to write on the streets everyday .
In those special times , I could do no wrong with songs I had to share , I came to play day after day for everybody who was there .
A busker was I with a dream for the songs I wrote to be heard , by mothers , fathers , daughters and sons who went out and spread the word .
Have you seen the busker standing there , did you hear the songs he sang , did you see them dancing on the streets to the music that he brang ?
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Another solid piece, Paul!
Another solid piece, Paul!
There’s a tenderness in this—nostalgic and quietly joyful. It captures the heart of busking: the movement, the uncertainty, the unexpected beauty of being heard. I especially love “hope never went away” and “to the music that he brang”—they linger.
Jess
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Nic one Paul; I liked how you
Nic one Paul; I liked how you used 'brang' instead of briing or brought - it works for me.
Dougie Moody
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