An Army of Artist's

by Pete Holly

We are survivors of a great war.Thou it's begining was never officially declared-it has
been raging on-all through our lives.For as long as any of us has known.I remember my
foster brother Eric.A small man,with blonde hair.Together we fought so many battles with
music and humor.The last i heard of him-he was in central America.No-one has heard a word of him since.Perhaps he died there.I'll never know.Still to me,he will allways be a survivor.
When no one else believed in me-he still did.So together we became artists for the record
book's.Oh yes,we made our mark on this country.One that it will not soon forget.
And Johnny,dear sweet Johnny.Eric insisted we ask him to be our drummer.I
didn't think he'd he'd be interested but somehow Eric knew he would.He was the best
drummer we ever had and the best warrior.He helped us win many battle's-a brave soul
our Johnny.All the bands i had listened to growing up in California he had in his collection.
He saw me playing in Hollywood 10 years ago.There he was with his brother Red who i knew
from when we had stayed with his family in La Puente,recording our first record in 1980.
What day's those were ! Seeing our dreams come true,Eric,Johnny and I.All still young-just 23-
Brave Boy's becoming brave Men in a war that still rages.How we fought as brothers,An Army
of Artist's.May we live on forever-the war continues.Even as we grow old the battle's are
still new.They await you young artists,of the next generation.Good luck in your cause.We
carved away through the Jungle for you.Follow it to Glory you brave young artist's of this
new century.And be Proud.For the cause you have chosen is perhaps the greatist.Fight on-
for Love and Glory.How sweet these memories will be-when you are old like me.

Written by Pete Holly-Copyright-2010-All Rights Reserved