Country

Chorus?

Base note decending: C-B-A-G while maintaining D,G on strings B,E
x4
I see you over there standing in the moonlight
And I can't get you out of my sight.
I see you over there standing in the sunshine
And I can't help but read your mind.

Verse?

Pick up to held G from chorus (G-F#-) E - A7 - G - C - G x4

You are beautiful and stunning, it won't stop
My brain is running, it's about to pop
Your eyes shine like diamonds, blinding me.
Sparkling by the thousands, finding me.

The Insanity Plea

I have made sure that if I ever think of a line or lyric, I write it down immediately. This has caused me to accumulate quite the number of scrap papers with almost gibberish on it. So this is a collection of individual thoughts composed together, with a little tweaking. Hopefully, it's not too disjoint.

The Insanity Plea

If these are your peers,
you'll go away for years.
You've got files on me,
but I've got miles on you.

I can muster up this smile
just to show face.
I can catch up on sleep
to be in your good grace.

You're the judge and the jury
but I'm the executioner.
The decision is still out on you
You can't understand me, I'm a blur.

You sing it loud, sing it proud
You keep your head in the clouds.
You blinked and you missed
your case is dismissed.

You're stealing glances
You stole my breath
You stole my heart
Do you want the rest?

You're the judge and the jury
but I'm the executioner.
The decision is still out on you
You can't understand me, I'm a blur.

Take a Deep Breath

This is a poem I wrote in the style of the great Edgar Allen Poe's "The Raven." I used the same rhyme scheme that he used in that masterpiece. In case, you're wondering (including internal rhyming)...AA, B, CC, CB, B, B.

Take a Deep Breath

“Will you take these and shoot the breeze?”

He said with a sense of urgent need

I gazed with my sockets and placed it in my pocket

I took it with shock, “What is it that I see?”

“Put it deep away and away from me”

“I need to know what I took,” I sadly plea.

“Do not fret friend, it is not the end.

You will take these cards upon which I drew

the very same date you will meet your fate.”

“One moment I cannot wait, to see when I am through!”

Into and out of my pocket my hand rapidly flew

Was everything this man had just said true?

The time before me, “We shall surely see,”

I added to his eyes attempting to abandon post.

He barely muttered, “Be not afraid and do not shudder,

You will soon udder your last words to boast.”

“Do not leave me now when I need you the most.”

He silently vanished as if he were always a ghost.

I stormed across the cards, flying up my guard.

These pointless shards read nothing of importance.

The back of my mind began prying, was he even lying?

Embrace the act of dying, or just a crazy mind’s dance?

I took a deep breath and what could be my last glance

“Midnight tonight,” I repeated in trance.

“Will you take these and shoot the breeze?”

The man had said with a sense of urgent need

If I had cried, “step aside,” and only kept my lonely stride

I would have barely tried to make myself unread.

I spent twelve months holding the cards tense and worried.

On the anniversary, at midnight, my body was buried.

Tramp

Wandering these streets, the shadows twirl around me.
I pleaded for them to untwist.
They responded,
"Why don't you turn?"

Wandering these streets, my reflections chase me.
I pleaded for them to leave.
They responded,
"Why don't you join?"

The shades are drawn, but the figures dance like ghosts trapped in white.

Reading Minds

I have always thought that I have a slight psychic ability. At the very least, I can read people well. That is what sparked the idea for this song. The verses show a progression of a relationship and how the man can 'read the mind' of the female based on movements and slight quirks that some women do. The first verse is the beginning of the two of them. The second verse is the relationship getting more serious and the final verse is both of them realizing it is over. (Notice the last chorus in past tense.)

Reading Minds

The way you look at me, I can read your mind
Your eyelashes are working over time
Your lips trembling, making it clear
Curiosity is in the back of your eye
I will kiss you

If you could read me like I read you
You'll see I only speak the truth
This love you feel was always free
I have you and you have me

The way you look at me, I can read your mind
Those averted gazes are just fine
I live to hear those unsaid thoughts
Will we form from just you and I?
I will love you

If you could read me like I read you
You'll see I only speak the truth
This love you feel was always free
I have you and you have me

The way you look at me, I can read your mind
Your down stares tell me your lines
Please don't say the words you think
I read you, but only memories I find.
I will miss you

If you could've read me like I read you.
You would know I only spoke the truth
That love you felt was meant to be free
I had you but you lost me.

Walk

I have had lyrics pouring out of me lately and I wrote this in about 15 minutes. The concept is a late night walk between two young people, maybe having just met or maybe relatively new companions and the awkwardness that situation ensnares.

Walk

I'm counting the streetlights
It's all I can do
Now out on this long road
Starin' at my shoes

Hand in hand walking ou cares away
Hand in hand we're walking away

The skyline reaches high
Towering above the rest
My hopes and fears are numbered
larger than this addresss

Hand in hand watching our fears fly by
Hand in hand we're watching it fly

The night air breathes cold
I'm blowin' out smoke
My mouth stifles these words
They come out as a choke

Hand in hand talking through the night
Hand in hand we're talking tonight

Sui generis

This is something new and happier than most. I have recently stumbled across a new muse and it has provided me with a light heart. Hooray!

Sui generis
Unique is a word that gets thrown around
So often, it has become the norm
The meaning is lost like words with no sound
Washed away in these typical storms

This looks breaks through conventionality
You brim with trendsetting wealth
You have upset the social feng shui
You surprise even yourself

When people look back at these lost, sad years
They will see the world has grown duller
But I'll looks back at you with great revere
And see your face speckled in technicolor

Why do rainbows look pale in your light?
Compared to you, it is nothing to see
Why do sunsets try to fight
your beauty, unsuccessfully?

I spell unique with only four letters
Although some may disagree
Seeing you makes my days better
Come and be different with me

Random Lines

I woke up today feeling very melancholy. While I was at work, a couple lines popped into my head. They are very sad and emo-esque, but some of the more creative things I think of are of that nature. Oh, well. Sue me.

The constant barrage of self-esteem crushing words have finally taken its toll.
I have spent years constructing my ego, it took you weeks to destroy my soul.
You tore down my walls to peer to my insides.
You took out my insides to get to my pride.
I used to be so tall
and this endless tag team has diminished my will.
I feel so small when you are around.
In your inifinite wisdom, don't you recognize this sound?

What will it take for you to surrender?

Untitled (Retitled)

I wrote this song a few months ago. I put my self in the shoes of someone who feels incomplete (with a little of my own life experiences thrown in for good measure).

Untitled (Retitled)
We are outlines of songs to a demo
Underdeveloped film in the studio
Empty shells of former humans
Unfinished masterpieces

We are scared to be completed
Content in being beaten
We never want the first space
It's easier to blame from second place

We are remnants of our former selves
A run-down house with ransacked shelves
We are clouds that refuse to rain
We are songs with no refrain

I am Satan and I can't take this heat
A town with torn up streets
I am forced to hope I am something I am not
I am Satan and it's fucking hot

Our eyes are glazed over to the prefect ending
Our minds our blocked to our methodic mending

We are unwritten songs on a demo
Underdeveloped film in the studio
Empty shells of former humans
Unfinished...