IAmCountryMusic
11/23/05, 02:52 PM
so i posted two songs from an album i've written called "The History Book", well here are 3 more.
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Track 3 entitled "Lucky Penny" which follows track 2 "Drowning In Red Ink and Infomercial Speak - Western Currency in Action This Year"
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Thrown into the deep. This is therapeutic; my lucky penny buried underneath a ton of water in this lake. my charm kept me company though the bright side is tarnished, this time is it was spent on actual luck that i tucked in and covered up. Bridging the lines under my cuffs and collar of the outfit i chose for that occasion.
At the bottom of this pond, the fish could help me reach my change.
The copper plated money that i always kept with me.
Febuary 8th; i just stood on the dock and remembered the advice that i had recieved earlier that day. He told me that only the weak apologize and so i knew exactly what i was destined to do; take a row boat out to find my forgotten treasure.
i came back on the 28th. Rowed out and removed my shoes.
Put my palms together and dove into the icey chill. As i suck lower frostbite set in. Held my breath for even longer as i reached the bottom to my goal. i grabbed luck and swam back up to the surface. As my mouth broke the top, i took a breath and the cold air killed my lungs.
Swam back to land and dried myself off with a towel i brought from home.
And it seemed like it was worth it.
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Track 4 entitled "Off a Bridge. Diving Head First"
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On the way home, sitting in the front seat in soaking wet clothes.
i hold the key but i don't want to leave. i don't want to go back.
On the way home, surrounded in the sound of low flying planes.
This has been the worst year of my life. i just want to leave and drink away what i am forced to feel.
my head keeps swimming. i grit my teeth and grip the vinyl cover of the wheel even tighter adding to the wear.
Borrowed a nickel and dime to make a copy of the map.
The ink always runs just a little, not that i mind. It's just another reason to wash my dirty hands...
Pull up to a ghost town just to be another whore; a nameless face.
The same drive; the same canal road for the third time today.
This has been the...
Borrowed a nickel and dime to make a copy of the map.
The ink always runs just a little, not that i mind. It's just another reason to wash my dirty hands...
This takes me back to that bridge. Diving head first just to recieve sympathy for self inflicted bruises. i decide where i'll end up.
This has been the worst...
This has been the worst...
i wouldn't have this trouble over there...
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track 5 entitled "The Lone Englishman" which leads to track 6: "Came Like a Lamb, Left Like a Lion"
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This is the absolute truth; i am every handsome and rugged gentleman that you have ever seen from across the room, sitting alone while you're out on the town, having drinks with girlfriends.
And you know me by name. i am every conceited and selfish person you have ever known.
i don't know women by their names or faces; only bodies and places.
Everything women were promised as little girls.
You know this is smart. Beautiful, brilliant, and a goddamn work of art.
i self loathe and know i'll never be good enough.
Everynight, i sit in empty European bars wanting the afterlife.
i miss the accents. Still sick of the other side of the Atlantic. Terror ridden panic; her brash intellect and each sarcastic remark she would make at my expense.
Inhaling the smokey smell as i make international calls that i know she won't answer. An ocean of space in between.
Everynight i sit in the hotel, reading its bible just to head back to the bar...
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Track 3 entitled "Lucky Penny" which follows track 2 "Drowning In Red Ink and Infomercial Speak - Western Currency in Action This Year"
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Thrown into the deep. This is therapeutic; my lucky penny buried underneath a ton of water in this lake. my charm kept me company though the bright side is tarnished, this time is it was spent on actual luck that i tucked in and covered up. Bridging the lines under my cuffs and collar of the outfit i chose for that occasion.
At the bottom of this pond, the fish could help me reach my change.
The copper plated money that i always kept with me.
Febuary 8th; i just stood on the dock and remembered the advice that i had recieved earlier that day. He told me that only the weak apologize and so i knew exactly what i was destined to do; take a row boat out to find my forgotten treasure.
i came back on the 28th. Rowed out and removed my shoes.
Put my palms together and dove into the icey chill. As i suck lower frostbite set in. Held my breath for even longer as i reached the bottom to my goal. i grabbed luck and swam back up to the surface. As my mouth broke the top, i took a breath and the cold air killed my lungs.
Swam back to land and dried myself off with a towel i brought from home.
And it seemed like it was worth it.
~~~~~~~~~
Track 4 entitled "Off a Bridge. Diving Head First"
~~~~~~~~~
On the way home, sitting in the front seat in soaking wet clothes.
i hold the key but i don't want to leave. i don't want to go back.
On the way home, surrounded in the sound of low flying planes.
This has been the worst year of my life. i just want to leave and drink away what i am forced to feel.
my head keeps swimming. i grit my teeth and grip the vinyl cover of the wheel even tighter adding to the wear.
Borrowed a nickel and dime to make a copy of the map.
The ink always runs just a little, not that i mind. It's just another reason to wash my dirty hands...
Pull up to a ghost town just to be another whore; a nameless face.
The same drive; the same canal road for the third time today.
This has been the...
Borrowed a nickel and dime to make a copy of the map.
The ink always runs just a little, not that i mind. It's just another reason to wash my dirty hands...
This takes me back to that bridge. Diving head first just to recieve sympathy for self inflicted bruises. i decide where i'll end up.
This has been the worst...
This has been the worst...
i wouldn't have this trouble over there...
~~~~~~~~~
track 5 entitled "The Lone Englishman" which leads to track 6: "Came Like a Lamb, Left Like a Lion"
~~~~~~~~~
This is the absolute truth; i am every handsome and rugged gentleman that you have ever seen from across the room, sitting alone while you're out on the town, having drinks with girlfriends.
And you know me by name. i am every conceited and selfish person you have ever known.
i don't know women by their names or faces; only bodies and places.
Everything women were promised as little girls.
You know this is smart. Beautiful, brilliant, and a goddamn work of art.
i self loathe and know i'll never be good enough.
Everynight, i sit in empty European bars wanting the afterlife.
i miss the accents. Still sick of the other side of the Atlantic. Terror ridden panic; her brash intellect and each sarcastic remark she would make at my expense.
Inhaling the smokey smell as i make international calls that i know she won't answer. An ocean of space in between.
Everynight i sit in the hotel, reading its bible just to head back to the bar...