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thoughts into lyrics. green bean. a girl I seen looked toward me again green bean the girl I seen is gone so I seen a green bean girl I said it to my mother mother looked at me and said "I know, - my little boy" but mother.. "slow your roll my little boy you not even a teen" I wriggled I...

I know, you want song form. Hit song - toe sucking fans. Or poets who play. Big song. Big. Catchy - funny - bright - Current. "Colloquial?" , She said in the slow, low sun set and you nodded yes. How could you not? When her brown eyes, so earnest. Looked you up. I saw you agree in soliloquy...

my last song should be enough to cement me in the record of the willing and rows of the dead no word has ever been written like mine, she said so I look up from my feet and smile oh, you too? I say "It must be catching, I quaked my world this morning" 'news reel dispatching' she smiles again...

Wall of sound too much. Great song.

Well hell I'll spin it again

all good up in here

Intus Ubique is glorious. Excellent mix and musicianship. Really nice chord changes.

Plods along well. Raspy vocals are a lot like Tom Waits. I get this is kind of a dirge. What happened?

a soft warm woman in my arms at the end of a working day makes my man happy and she talks too tells dirty jokes that make me think while the fan blows the curtain the late day light is lucky to land upon her back then put a shadow on the crack of her oh the joy of being now hearing the...

sounds nicely mono. snare a bit bright. I call it ricey. Bass a bit boomy. not getting the kick drum. Ride cymbal sounds ok but fades. sounds like a two mic setup in a bar. nothing wrong with that. I think some wild ass panning would help then reel that in

so soothing, this smoothing hand upon me has lain, a ripple of calm receding yet taking my breath away again. some exotic concoction slithered up my leg and wrestles with me now, this moment. as I view perfect black women in a silhouette of black-orange blue-white streaked skies. an uncommon...

Got this John Mayer tick today. =================== get your hand out of the chip bag get your hand out of the pickle jar I know you always go too far you always give me the look the smoky little lip make me cook I'm on fire and so I say get your hand out of the chip bag get your hand out of...

I'm weary of all the division.

There's a hoot owl in the holler cant you feel her cant you heal her there! a jaguar in the parlor licking her paws Just because there's a bitch in the ditch her wicked face spread over the place there! a head in the shed a snake from the lake is more than I will take there's a nwet in my...

she will not critique me.

and please delete this next burp if not allowed some homeless guy was holding a piece of paper it looked like it was waxed it, the paper, not the hg. hg stood upright with good eyes the scene made my mind dropp off the cat in ever lowering layers of repose and to fix my gaze upon a random hg...

Oh thank you Homerecording.com for hosting my wrought the simple thing is this. a post is like a way to become quiet and by quiet i mean loud i hear my blessed song in perfect clarity and when the song ends sweet bliss quiet such a rare thing again Thank You homerecording.com

i can feel them tapping into me a subtle low electric warm like sleepy time

i got to go she won't critique me so i'm nothing again