Song of the Week #12

Huge writers block this week, so I've just gone with an unfinished song from a few weeks ago. I can't find the lyrics right now, but if I do I'll post them later.

If Only

i'm waiting for the train

the subway that only goes one way
the stupid thing that will come to pull us apart
and make everybody late
you spent everything you had
wanted everything to stop that bad
and now i'm a crushed credit card registered to smith
not the name that you call me with
you turned white like a saint
i'm tired of dancing on a pot of gold flake paint
oh we're so very precious, you and i
and everything that you do makes me want to die
oh i just told the biggest lie
i just told the biggest lie
the biggest lie


I hate being sick. It really, truly sucks. I couldn't finish my song for last week because of it :( I will make it up, though, I am not going to fall short of 52, I might need to do two next week (or this week if I am better soon enough).


Currently Listening to
Elliott Smith
by Elliott Smith

Song of the Week #11

I think I would be much better off with a lyricist helping me out. Also, I had mentioned to some people that I was thinking about trying to do a solo show sometime, but lately I'm thinking that if I tried that, most of the night would be noise that only I would find interesting . . .

Before

Its nothing I haven't heard before
Sit by the window, keep your eyes on the door
still looking for something to adore
keep in step unsure what towards

Song of the Week #10

I hate loosing an hour of sleep. But that is a story for another day. This song is short and sweet.

leave me alone

didn't want to write this song
but you just wouldn't leave me alone

didn't want to write this song
but you just wouldn't leave me alone

leave me alone
leave me alone
leave me alone
leave me alone.

Song of the Week #9

Here is #9. Also, some of you have heard this before, but I really wish I had an accordion. I don't know if I would have used it on this or not, but that is beside the point. I really want one. Really . . . really.

If I Were A Doctor

If I were a doctor
I'd operate on your lungs
So every breath you'd take would be so sweet
So every breath you'd take you'd think of me

If I were a singer
I'd write you a special song
One I wrote just for you
and I'd hope you'd sing along

But I'm not a singer
just a guy with a guitar
and I'm not a doctor
just another broken heart.