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Name: the adam c.
Country: United States
State: Maine
Metro: Bangor
Birthday: 3/7/1984
Interests: 63 story buildings
I once painted a picture of life in a heartbeat.
but the new york times so harshly criticized the conservatice symbolism I had to scrub the chalk off the sidewalk in union square.
george was pissed
so was jane
but jane is always pissed
its her gig
Expertise: don't walk so tall
dean is watching everythign that you do
and he really has aquired some bad habits.
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
10/8/2002
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| im going to stay right here
faith keeps me believing the stories not ready to be heard
the roads not ready to be relived
kid I'm growing back out of this place
I talk like I have had the world at my fingertips
and maybe I have, or maybe I will
and its my sleep that sees the things I'll believe
I'm going to stay right here
just strum all six string, unless I only need four
I've got a phone that takes me anywhere I want to go
I've been to narvon, jersey, the sunshine city, and the real country
where cowboys are the real thing
and the ocean is just a mystery
not the next door neighbor
I'm going to stay right here
cause I've been on the run from someone in a black coat
and curls in his hair, and blue eyes that dent the sides of girls hearts
and arms so long they swallow his guitar
and a head so blurred it can't find the door
and legs that walk nowhere, searching for nothing
but digging each slow pace.
I'm going away to my room
I'll lay down and blast the sterio so loud
the roomates get angry, and I'll shut them up
with the swiftest punch to the mouth
cause thats all I need a recycle bin
to let out all of these emotions, collected over the past month
oh cowboys, and closed doors, and jersey
and words under my submission
I'll take you anywhere
the glow coming from the windows
is the college girls next door
drinking themselves into a funk
never thinking about whats next
just collecting stories to tell their sons
though they don't know
whats sad
whats sad
not me.
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| im not brave
thought I'd like to think
i'm something closely
associated
but its not true
if you only knew
I'm nothing that my last 20 years
makes me out to be
sure I was sweet
and I was loving
and I was on the face a catch
that'd only break
the nets
that'd try to keep
the truth from drowing
all over your sleeve
shes dead to me
and not for real but more a choice I had to make
cause as bad as I might be
i still need someone who gives a shit for me
the stories
go on almost forever
or at least for
four more years
cause we were great
once, or almost
every three weeks
completely
you'd never seen two kids
so gingerly
sit tight, in heat
the sweat would pour
but nothing could be changed
with her right next to me
the whole world didn't matter
I was happy, punch-drunk
but mostly I felt safe
then came the hurricanes
the winds all dolled up
the ocean rising to its
heavy feet
and love could't clean
all the anger, distrust,
hatred on a chase
cuase I don't believe
I don't believe.
something must have happened
I have changed in all the worst kinds of ways
please don't leave
oh please don't leave
it has all gotten so bad
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| horace. boasts
he could not be blemished
his faith is that of angels
god is not just a notion
I said where, did you find such hope
he says no hope, I know
i'm going somewhere
somewhere well please take us with you
we're wrong, we're hard
we're money thieving, woman stealing slobs
we're less than a joke, that hits home
that makes you feel so insecure
you couldn't laugh if laughing was all you had.
horace shows.
me a card he just recieved
the writing bold and incomplete
dont go there
she says, where did you go so fast
you said this would always go
so far our backs could not handle
the high speed weight
of staying, love is not concrete
its a project, not to be put off again
its a letter wrote at least once a day
in perfect hand written cursive
if not in ink, then blood, or song
but never double speak.
don't you ever lie so sweet
it keeps me by your side for no good reason
horace goes
I am not perfection
I try hard to be an echo
that every decimal is worth your listening
but I'll retrace
cause I have stepped far from those righteous
thoughts that now I am
but only defending
you do whats right
and when its not
enough to pass the time
or enough to shed a smile
keep your head
we have all lost our foresite
we have all cursed in knowing
that everything bad soon comes to and end.
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| I could have been a liar
I could have rode off into the sunset, pretend
I didn't keep you so long
whispering those melodies, future
wrapped around a lustful mistake
like we could have said no not this time.
but seeing him this way, it kills me
I've been there, could crush his rocks glass in his hand
as he just drinks a way the misery, hurt me
please kid anything that makes you feel at all better.
would i have been wiser, if not for, your beauty
just killing me, holding me, never let it go this time
like you were the statue I chased across the globe
looking for couldn't find, photographs, and I went blind
for just a time, cause I got lonely, thought no way
could a love so happily find me, i don't deserve
to be in heaven all the while
you said I think I'm falling deeply, if not just in your arms
you heart engulfs me.
We could be the rage, move to the country, nothing but the dogs
and space to enjoy
together, or apart I'm crazy
after all of this how could you still want me
how could we still talk so ethically
I could have been dying
could have drove off into the sunset
pretend, it just did not happen this time
cause I have meddled in, the worst of matters
good people do not deserve that kind of hurt
and I am more than sure, that I deserve this
it is about time, that something screwed me
I'm sorry you were caught in my best intentions
I should have told you I don't believe love could save us in a million years
cause its the worst thing, they play it so pretty
on violins and steel guitars, and drums that know no note but bleeding
I wish I'd spent my whole life, lonely, searching
but never found the rock that busted through my souls window
cause it could not save this, it could not save us
it could not save this, or could it, or will it
I'd write you any poem, I'd hold you tightly, I'm sure you are hurting
so it wouldn't matter
cause I am just a cause, a repricution
of choices that I made before I wanted
a stable loving wife, a lissless memoir
of how we fell in love, but now I'm rambling
(chorus(maybe I just wrote it, this song hasn't met my guitar yet))
die, die tonight be justified
that sacrifice could cover any sin you ever spoke
or kissed or knew the thoughts that did
and then, maybe then you'd find redemption
and to this point, I know, there's nothing more
that you'd sink with. honor and cherish
accept and deliver, love is such cost
always was, and always is.
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| I'm listening to these songs
songs that feel decades away
I'd barrel my shoulders pulsing
across the landscapes we read
about on maps, and books our mothers spoke of
long before our heads were old enough to think
I'm dedicating whispers over solid spruce tops
six strings, patient fingers, dancing melody
who'd sing us to sleep? when the hour gets late.
who'd cook us something to eat? when we get hungry.
only days now and I'm so lonely for the things we saw out there
with our throats dry, the things you just can't forget
I'm gardening flowery dialogue to hang
on your basket of diaries, on your dreams you dream for me
when I get down I think of one hundred miles per hour
down west coast mountain sides, carloads momentum
our hearts too much too hold, kid you've got so much now
but your eye lost a little bit of sight on the route to home.
I'm dead and have been now for three or four lines
just listening to my ipod in the coffin over sips of time
like it just escapes, when flashing comes every mistake
every broken wing I ever laid down on grave stones
cannon balls and broken bones, able words or broken poems
now its been so long, hang up the phone
I'm listening to songs I wrote back when
songs that weren't much better than this
but they did go something like mirrors and gunshots
daisy just got her boy back, or left him again
and back then it was so righteous
before I lost the feeling.
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