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MOTION THOUGHTS
Tuesday, May 08, 2007Yet another song. An original this time.Wrote it just now. Beers and tears helped. Here's the lyrics if anyone is interested.The THX-1138's - Georgia Blues I despise time, I try to escape death everyday. But the clouds they all look black They’re also going to cry. And I’d really like to pray but Jesus ain’t my friend. What difference will it make When I cause my own end? They could call this prison growing up But I call it a Southern Belle And they’d call it breaking up When I’m really breaking down My life is heading nowhere They’ll call me Crash n’ Burn They could call it a part of life But it feels more like death All the times that I wept All I needed was her smile But the night I hang myself I would like to see her cry And the mind is always numb From numbing it with smoke I would really like to stop But I’m afraid that it might hurt At the clouds and the sky I was screaming Nobody heard At my friends I was pleading Nobody turned Then I’d crawl up to my mother She helped me with my weight Every dog has its day, I’ve had mine, I want it back. Labels: music
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I like your song and these words:
"At the clouds and the sky I was screaming Nobody heard At my friends I was pleading Nobody turned Then I’d crawl up to my mother She helped me with my weight Every dog has its day, I’ve had mine, I want it back." Excellent work scrotum! Excellent!
allldooo thank you for posting more songs. it's always a pleasure to hear and make music with you. how long will you be on earth, again?
I dont know , tom. Im just going to ride the snake until it's all worn down. Just like everyone else will. Im sorry i didnt stay to hang out with you guys that other night. i wish you well on your quest, brother tom. it was indeed a pleasure to create music with such a fine young man.
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