IAmCountryMusic
11/21/05, 12:37 AM
i've written an entire 15 song album entitled "The History Book" where every song is linked through a common theme. Each theme is different at the beginning and end of each song going to then next. Even the last links to the first. i'm just saving up enough money to record it.
Here is track 9 and 10:
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"White Gold / Electric You"
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With my arms stretching back, you rub my exposed protruding ribs. Kiss my lips and creep down to my neck; keep me calm.
Waking up in a hotel bed. Biting your lip and scratching your skin. Pull back, i see the gleam in your eye and the Texas sized smile on your face.
We had a few late night drinks with water condensed on the glass. Rubbing it off onto my hands as the clothes i'm wearing are soaked in sweat.
i'll remove my shirt and the heat with air conditioning. It is so hot, i swear we'll both dehydrate.
Add a splash of color to the night; in a swirl of smoke from inside. The shape is the same as the ring from our drinks on the napkin or the white gold that belongs on your left hand.
In jeans and a tee, i'll meet you out front. Exiting elevator doors to lobby floors; this is how we'll leave it.
Standing outside with a kiss on your cheek; creeping down to your neck.
Rehearsing hand signals to hotel rooms. Scribbled out directions and empty glasses on the nightstand; this is how we'll leave it.
i'll savor your taste while heat stricken and pale in the face.
Add a splash of color to the night; in a swirl of smoke from inside. The shape is the same as the ring from our drinks on the napkin or the white gold that belongs on your left hand.
This year, i could bare the holidays. Blamed for a tryst and a hotel bed.
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This is the conclusion, track 10, entitled "Decorated Paper"
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i breathe smoke as a stranger throws an empty lighter to my feet.
Bypassers talk as i just stand and watch.
Frost has killed the flowers in the planter behind me. Each petal frozen. Every stem dead. i just stand and count my breaths.
i made new years resolutions, then broke them.
i pray for a carbon copy to come along, but i doubt one ever will as the streets fill with snowflakes that all correspond to the exact size and shape.
Linking their design as they land, sticking to each blade of grass. Crunching sound under each step.
Unravel my scarf and peel off my coat. Threw them onto the floor.
Check the mail just to see nothing there. The last letter i recieved was left on the counter for me. In the envelope: half of Decembers rent and a paper signed with "I do love you" and "Goodbye"
The holiday is around the corner as i wish for better times. Red and green cards from my neighbors bragging about their perfect lives.
Getting gifts from family to try to fight my lonliness. They never help.
Staying inside to keep warm, from the window i notice this place is deserted. What i wouldn't give for the desert. The outdoors are dead where the days are as dark as night.
i've already broken every resolution i've made. i have no more. i have no one.
Here is track 9 and 10:
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"White Gold / Electric You"
~~~~
With my arms stretching back, you rub my exposed protruding ribs. Kiss my lips and creep down to my neck; keep me calm.
Waking up in a hotel bed. Biting your lip and scratching your skin. Pull back, i see the gleam in your eye and the Texas sized smile on your face.
We had a few late night drinks with water condensed on the glass. Rubbing it off onto my hands as the clothes i'm wearing are soaked in sweat.
i'll remove my shirt and the heat with air conditioning. It is so hot, i swear we'll both dehydrate.
Add a splash of color to the night; in a swirl of smoke from inside. The shape is the same as the ring from our drinks on the napkin or the white gold that belongs on your left hand.
In jeans and a tee, i'll meet you out front. Exiting elevator doors to lobby floors; this is how we'll leave it.
Standing outside with a kiss on your cheek; creeping down to your neck.
Rehearsing hand signals to hotel rooms. Scribbled out directions and empty glasses on the nightstand; this is how we'll leave it.
i'll savor your taste while heat stricken and pale in the face.
Add a splash of color to the night; in a swirl of smoke from inside. The shape is the same as the ring from our drinks on the napkin or the white gold that belongs on your left hand.
This year, i could bare the holidays. Blamed for a tryst and a hotel bed.
~~~~~~~~
This is the conclusion, track 10, entitled "Decorated Paper"
~~~~~~~~
i breathe smoke as a stranger throws an empty lighter to my feet.
Bypassers talk as i just stand and watch.
Frost has killed the flowers in the planter behind me. Each petal frozen. Every stem dead. i just stand and count my breaths.
i made new years resolutions, then broke them.
i pray for a carbon copy to come along, but i doubt one ever will as the streets fill with snowflakes that all correspond to the exact size and shape.
Linking their design as they land, sticking to each blade of grass. Crunching sound under each step.
Unravel my scarf and peel off my coat. Threw them onto the floor.
Check the mail just to see nothing there. The last letter i recieved was left on the counter for me. In the envelope: half of Decembers rent and a paper signed with "I do love you" and "Goodbye"
The holiday is around the corner as i wish for better times. Red and green cards from my neighbors bragging about their perfect lives.
Getting gifts from family to try to fight my lonliness. They never help.
Staying inside to keep warm, from the window i notice this place is deserted. What i wouldn't give for the desert. The outdoors are dead where the days are as dark as night.
i've already broken every resolution i've made. i have no more. i have no one.