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Pictures of You
And it’s Friday night, And i’m driving around, And “that song” came on, And suddenly it’s 2004 again, And he was going to be a rock star, And he played bass until his fingers bled, And his band became family, … Continue reading
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Just Like Heaven
You fell asleep, and I could feel the poem forming in my brain, the words trying to find their place, but I didn’t grab my notebook, I didn’t want to wake you, so I tried to stay awake, because I … Continue reading
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Cold Play
Last Christmas, I gave him a Ninja Turtle ornament, because he invited me over, and I felt I should show up with something, besides my musical ability, and manic state. We had been impromptu jamming, on and off, for months, … Continue reading
In Your Eyes
I told you I liked you, that was probably my first mistake, but to be fair, your hazel eyes are paralyzing, and I shouldn’t be held responsible, for what comes out of my mouth, when i’m staring into them. Then, … Continue reading
You Give Me Fever
Let me take you back, about a month or two, I had a horrendous cold, though felt more like the flu. I could barely leave the bathroom, let alone comb my hair, and needed to go to the pharmacy, the … Continue reading
The Sound of Silence
I hear music, all the time, even in silence, there’s a melody. What do you hear? Is there any sound? Cause we’ve been trying to write a song, and no amount of auto tune, is gonna make it sound good. … Continue reading
Fish Out of Water
We met over coffee, discussed everything, from piano and bass, to Danielewski and Bukowski. As we sat, it looked like some pages were there, but when we tried to read, we realized, there was no story here. And although, we … Continue reading
Joy Division
Your digital piano, is powered by electricity, but without you, it stands in silence. You play every day. You have to. It kinda keeps you breathing. Then one day, mid-song, the power goes out. It’s happened before. You call your … Continue reading
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Blinded by Bukowski 