To You

Oct 2015 [To You]This was written 10 or more years ago. I was in a fight with Toronto. Today, “big city” frustrations—e.g., the cattle-like call of the daily commute—haven’t changed. I just don’t write songs anymore.

Photo by Craig Konyu




Words & music by Craig Konyu
Recorded & produced by Craig Konyu
Released October 1, 2015

The vocals: Craig Konyu
The backing: Craig Konyu
The acoustic: Craig Konyu
The piano: Steve Denyszyn
The organ: Steve Denyszyn
The bass: Craig Konyu


I tried for Union Station.
To catch your train of thought.
The long view turned on Queen Street.
And shuffled me right off.
While guns of silent army.
Sounded nothing more than blanks.
I was doomed by screeching echo.
Of the wine we drank.

Eyewitness, your umbrella.
Defeating fire and rain.
It veiled you from a brainstorm.
As you misplaced your name.
And your old pocket watch.
Revealing nothing more than age.
Measured audiences crumbled.
When you took centre stage.

Unglued. I’m feeling blue.
En route. To you.

Now, all good minds have capsized.
Now, all ears have grown cold.
And the crowd is now disgruntled.
All those stories that you told.

Unglued. I’m feeling blue.
En route. To you.

Unglued. I’m feeling blue.
En route. To you.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s