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twenty eight

Fri, 24 Jul 2009 04:02:21 GMT

in twenty eight years, i'm sorry i've hurt so many good people
i've tried to fill my life with love and never really understood how far away i am from the concept
i'm getting closer i hope
help me get there

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Sun, 10 May 2009 07:41:02 GMT

and

standing still in line and she's floating right by, i wanna be riding the train that we are on
I'm turning down the sheets and i know it repeats but it doesn't have to take so long
catching up on beats there's the verse it repeats till the chorus explodes in this song
checking the minor, checking the lights as they turn right on

musinga

Sun, 10 May 2009 06:04:27 GMT

ah she was a girl and i was seventeen
i was beaten up by my beauty queen
she had a burning desire to stand in the fire
and oh i think you know what i mean

and it was only sweetness for the young at heart
life was changing and we were making our start
for our moment we ... nope lost my train of thought... damnit

structural history of...

Sun, 03 May 2009 12:45:28 GMT

these old shoes have stalked their own old lines
through this little village and right through time
and at the center, stood and felt fulfilled by it

took a moments grace to feel the haste
that subtle beat replaced by sudden chaste
i'd never change a single thing you'd do

no one ever looked or spared a passing glance
the crowd passed by like in old romance
films have alway described it the best

aims at the sun

Wed, 11 Mar 2009 05:14:26 GMT

She grabbed me by the collar and said, 'dear boy, will you ever be just mine?'
I'm staring at the sun and the chain is never broken; i say, 'Its only just a matter of time!'
The door to heavens open, and though i know its only spoken; i still feel she's comin' undone.
Her eyes and mine are glowing, I think we know were showing, our will will always be done.

spark me off you pretty blue girl, who crept right into my soul
keep this feeling going so i can keep you rolling right on into the sun
i will hold you dearly, show you what living... is like when you come into love
and here i am, and there you go, here we are. where are we to go?

all things from the dirty sea

Thu, 29 Jan 2009 06:04:38 GMT

we had a bridge for the singers already wrote
when the conductor stopped writing on the final note
turned to his choir and put his hands in the air
he couldn't stop shakin', no one seemed to care

turned the ship back to harbor in the dirty seas
the captain had always looked like he was ill at ease
and with his half caught catch turning glassy eyed
said 'were never gonna make it, we ought to try'

(ref)
we could turn back but the angels won't sing any louder
we could turn around but the lighthouse won't shine any longer
we will still try we will still try we still try we will still try
to be one and only soul to survive

and still she can turn to me, i'll even listen to her breathe
its six months or longer till her baby screams
the schooling isn't over just cause her hand got slapped
nuns were never clever, our guns were always better

I will hold my hand up and wait
I will hold my hand up and wait
I won't move on
I won't move on

(ref)repeat

(sorry about the subject agreement issues)

never going back again

Mon, 03 Nov 2008 12:42:12 GMT

the nights been so long
and with horizon on the break
colors come right into focus
i've been so jumpy as of late

back to the widow in the corner of the room, and the butcher and the butler trying to seek the truth
look at the lovers breaking to catch some air, we believe we believe in the lives which we spare

so cut to the slack, right into the slack
and call back your mother, she's getting off your back
no blame for the bruises, don't take no blame for the bumps
let everyone hold on, even if they're trying to hard

back to the girl who is the beauty on the phone, oh how i love her and at the same time run
go to the window for the first time in years, throw back the curtains throw back the curtains

Sunday, October 05, 2008

Sun, 05 Oct 2008 17:15:46 GMT

now i know its seemed like a day since we had to come down
but this year has been so long that i've lost what i'd found
well the truth to me is it never been a passing thing
it's been a path i've trod; its been a common theme
it seems

its not so cold out that you need me around
everybody's doin' fine now, I'm checking my bounds
but still i wear my coat just in case you're in town
maybe you'd call each night; but i know you won't make a sound

there's no word i know
i wanna let you know
how can i let you know

now you know i'm low but a man should be more than he seems
stocked my shopping cart with some random dreams
there's no open doors; i got no home to bed you down
but i would welcome you; thats when you come along

finding meaning

Sat, 06 Sep 2008 12:55:51 GMT

maybe its not so complicated
and maybe we're looking for a place to start
rolling over in the morning without you
seems like yesterday's about to start

I remember all the toys strewn out in the yard
trying not to stare all day at your sun
the desperation of the never ending day laying out
all little words we'll never know how to say again

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Thu, 26 Jun 2008 02:36:13 GMT

so you'd think i would be really into a new job and a new set of people... which i really am. but how many new starts must a guy make said one popular songwriter. I'm looking forward to it, i really am, but i had to pass up on a really great show opportunity for the band partly because of it as well as because my bro booked a double for that day.

too bad so sad.