Call it women’s intuition Call it anything you want But self respect and dignity Were the first things that you lost I don’t need your point of reason You don’t have to say a word Close your lips, bite your tongue And save it for the birds Not a long way to fall Not a long way to fall Not a long way to fall, … Continue reading “Fall From Grace”
The desert’s cold tonight, the moon hangs high above me You grip my pillow tight and hum along while I sing You keep painting pictures, I keep writing songs About how I won’t miss her when I come back home They say the writings on the wall But you keep painting pictures, painting pictures All night long The City in the Pines, Hotel Monte Vista … Continue reading “Painting Pictures”
We set out. You can still smell the rain from the edge of town. We walk slowly and you turn to say, “But they don’t even know me.” They only judge what you have done. They will never know the pain you have been through, no. They only see a loaded gun, not a victim of a game you weren’t playing. Now there’s tattooed memories, … Continue reading “Halo” – American Dream Factory
From listening to Garth Brooks in my parents car as a child to purchasing my first Green Day cd to now writing my own music, I’ve always been obsessed with music. I honestly can’t remember a time in my life where I didn’t have a soundtrack. Like most young boys in the South, I grew up listening to the country music that my parents would … Continue reading American Dream Factory
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