The pile of crumpled pieces of paper gets higher and higher...

Fat_Satchel

I suffer Narcoleptic Rage
It seems I'm channeling ghosts nowadays hehe...wrote this the other morning while searching for elusive #10. Its really caught my attention cus it just kinna "came out" ya know and its such a vivid tale [for me anyways]. fun to play...its Dm/Cadd(something...7..9?)/G. Around 150bpm.

Unfortunately it is not the vibe I was looking for in #10 and this runs out to 5.37...too long, so the search continues.... :rolleyes:

Id love some comments to this...good or bad :D

Forevermore

Verse:
This place isn’t right for the likes of her
Not a trace of disgrace in her life
She prays every day out on the cliff that overlooks the bay
Mostly she just prays for the little ones
Inside
She blames it on the salt of the ocean spray
It makes the rain taste that way
She waits for her man every night and day
She fears the day she’ll see his sails
On her horizon

Chorus:
She knows what lies beyond her shores
Miss Reality Ann Forevermore
When her cheating ways and a heart betrayed
Lie in the bed she’s made
Miss Reality Ann Forevermore
Miss Reality Ann Forevermore

Verse:
Love hates to wait up late at night
Wondering what’s to come with the tide
Sometimes she cries out when she’s too weak to fight it
Or when she’s just too tired of living this lie
Her foolish lie
All too soon she finds out she just can’t hide it
In a town she’s known her whole damned life
Some night’s sea breezes find her so undecided
Whether she should live or learn to fly
Inside she cries

Chorus:
She knows what lies beyond her shores
Miss Reality Ann Forevermore
When her cheating ways and a heart betrayed
Lie in the bed she’s made
Miss Reality Ann Forevermore
Miss Reality Ann Forevermore

Verse:
When two divide one and there’s nothing left
But the empty house on the cliffs called Forevermore
You can feel a hard wind blowing cold up from the west
And see her looking for the coming storm
Forevermore
Forevermore

Outré:
Miss Reality
She’s finally free
<Repeat 4x>

Copyright © 2004 by Matt Brosnan
 
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