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Ridin' the BluesRidin’ the BluesRidin' the Blues
I’ve got, cracking windshield windows, and broken-in backseats Oh, this old car, could barely get me, anywhere I need
Before the sun, I’ll have to stop, and find a place to breathe If I ever, plan on getting, down old 483 tonight (oh-oh-ohh)
I’ve got, crooked rearview angles, and sideview shadows light Oh, I can’t even, really see, past my own eyes tonight The air’s so hollow, after five, and I’m struggling to see The air’ll dry, these cryin’ eyes, till later on tonight (oh-oh-ohh)
Everything, impossible, keeps comin’ back to me Everything, imp
by ~athreadbarewinter
BreatheBreathe (Cigarettes)Breathe
I watch you light that cigarette And I’m wonderin’, are you losing yet? I watch you crush that cigarette Now I know, to take what I can get
Oh, I am on, so, are you on? I am on, oh, are you on? I am on, oh, are you on? So, let it burn, let it burn
I watch you let the paper burn And I’m wonderin’, when is it my turn? And I watch you, I watch you, I watch you Am I watching you burn, or am I?
Oh, I am on, so, are you on? I am on, oh, are you on? I am on, oh, are you on? So, let it burn, let it burn &nb
by ~athreadbarewinter
Quick FixQuick FixQuick Fix
He falls down for the night, but not for sleep He slides to her starch bed, for a safe keep But it’s all just a quick fix, till 5am He knows, she’s his fix, till 5am
He lets his hips control, the best of lies It makes her body still, but in her mind She knows, the quick fix dies, at 5am She knows, she’s the fix, till 5am
Oh, the best intentions maim the best of hearts His one-track actions will tear her apart But he craves, her quick fix Says he needs, the quick fix
Does he know, that she’s, a lie? Does he know, that she’s
by ~athreadbarewinter
Cross This LineCross This LineCross This Line
She sings at night, before she sleeps To make it right, between the sheets She stays awake, for her own tears No, she can’t fake, he is not here
So, cross this line, between your loves And you will find, she’s like a glove Now, she can fit, right in your hand Oh, cross this line, and understand
She hums his name, when she’s outside To play his game, of run and hide She takes the steps, toward her home That he has left, she’s all alone
So, cross this line, between your loves And you will find, she’s like a glove &nbs
by ~athreadbarewinter
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- Current Residence: bristol, tn
- Interests: songwriting, music in general, coffee, movies/tv, burning cds, hanging out w/ the cool kids
- Favourite movie: high fidelity
- Favourite band or musician: third eye blind, along with many others
- Favourite genre of music: indie/unsigned/rock in general
- Favourite artist: jackson pollock or vincent van gogh
- Favourite poet or writer: that is far too hard...
- Favourite photographer: so many choices...
- Favourite style of art: blurry or high contrast
- Operating System: windows xp
- MP3 player of choice: 30 gig video ipod
- Wallpaper of choice: it changes a lot...
- Favourite gaming platform: nintendo 64
- Favourite cartoon character: no idea
- Personal Quote: "you do what you have to do"
- Tools of the Trade: black/blue gel pens, notebook paper, leather-bound journal, a muse
- Website: http://www.myspace.com/athreadbarewinter
- Email: drumminjenn16@hotmail.com
- AIM: threadbarewinter
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