Here's a brand new song from my brand new place, humbly dedicated to my best friend, Mr. Dave Sarkis. It's called Thursday and for anyone who ever shared their Thursday night with us, thank you.
This tune will be refined & rerecorded for release on an upcoming album, but here's a rough rough draft, warts and all.

thursday
words & music by joshua skaja
copyright 2008

must be a thursday
i'm at this old pub again
must be time to go on
i hear the rumble of the train
i turn off the jukebox
turn the stage lights on
tune up my guitar strings
and start picking out a song i say

here's to good friends and the best of times
here's to songs that carry us when we find ourselves
well spoken with nothing really to say
let's sing the songs that say the things we want to say

3 in the morning
the crowd is long since gone
bartender left me here
he said, "lock up when you go"
i help myself to the kitchen
the bottles and the tap
i shout a toast for none to hear
i feel at home right here where i'm at

god bless the irish for their whiskey & their beer
throw back a pint of black & a shot of amber-clear
words spoken only lose their meaning in the air
something is always lost between my lips and your ear

stage is dark now
sun rising in the east
i steady myself on the bar
i help me to my feet
out on the platform
the crazies gather up
wearing frowns and work clothes
drinking coffee from little paper cups

i put my guitar in my car and i start walking home
guess i'm hard of understanding for things i don't want to know
dawn's broken and there's nowhere left to go
but it don't bother me cause i'm already home
i'm already home