Scott Wilburn is an artist and musician living in Sandpoint Idaho. Born in the fifties, having come of age during the turbulent sixties, and grown to adulthood in the seventies, began recording in the eighties, produced his first CDs in the nineties, and still writing and recording into the new millennium, his song writing reflects a wide variety of influences, with bits of electric blues, piano ballads, acoustic songs, heavy metal riffs, synth pop, and country rock jams all rolled into an improbable mix that defies most attempts at catagorization. A veritable one-man band, Scott writes the music & lyrics and plays most of the instruments on most of his songs, with cameo appearances by his many talented friends. His goal is that "no two songs sound alike".
Walkin' down main street, goin' nowhere Walkin' down town in the pourin' rain. Old man sittin' there, holdin' his tin cup Folks passin' by don't see a thing
Old man, cold man, he just sits there Face twisted up in lonesome pain Old man sits there, he don't look up Folks passin' by don't see a thing
Dark wet street, the cold's unbearable Cold indifference unexplainable This old man's become invisible
Walkin' down main street, goin' nowhere Walkin' down town in the pourin' rain. Empty park bench, no one sittin' there Empty tin cup layin' on the ground
Ain't nobody gonna read the last rites Ain't noone gonna say a prayer
Folks passin' by don't seem to notice Folks passin' by don't see a thing Dark wet street, the cold's unbearable Cold indifference unexplainable This old man's become invisible
