Cool, nice to see you Heat. Good words.
Another (I'm writing all these at the time of posting)
The band I'm writing for made me their lead singer when I wrote them this. :) So yay! In a rock band.
It's from an album we're recording called "Mediocre Cigarette Smoker", enjoy!
Seasons are no good to me
Because they're all the same
With different names
Nothing changes
not even me
Different places
But they all look much the same
The terraced house
The black cemetary
Where yellow roses grow
I was looking for
A different life
(A supreme loss of tact)
But all I got was my own
Re-packaged
With a bonus track
(Oh. . . and a sticker)
Regurgitated
Reverberated
Is all it is to me. . .
But it was so much to him
On on on on
on the ferris wheel we go
on on on on
Speak and spell speak and spell
Oh
The hilly hills are green
The wishy water's blue
There's a gap of white
'Tween the floorboards and the sky
Oh. . .
Speak . . .
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