Song the Second

I think a while ago I may have put some lyrical ideas up here or something. Which is why I proclaim this to be the second. If I am wrong, I apologize.

The following are lyrics I wrote in accompaniment to music very quickly and viscerally. They are what you call lies, because they claim that I am a person that I am not with many experiences I don't have. I thought it over, and it doesn't bother me. I'm happy with the result.

I hope someone in the interverse thinks they are decent.

Untitled (I Will Title It Later)

We were always down and out,
just never wrote about it.
So it all came out
in fights and fucks in dirty bars,
where they all had to shout
to even tell the girl
the poison they need, and now,
before the sober world
wakes up.

But then we found that place
just down the street
that's always open late,
where we could play for free.
I could pound on wood,
and you could sing, but good.
And there was silence when we stopped, our ideas sucked, but...

If nothing came, then we'd trade fours
til the owners came to lock the doors.
Then we'd go home with a melody
stuck in our head,
until we fell asleep instead.

We forked out fifty bucks
to buy a crap guitar
and beat it around like the fucks
we know we are.
But we found a couple of chords,
we wrote a couple of words,
and sung them to each other while we fucked
in our broken car.

If nothing came, then we'd trade fours
til the owners came to lock the doors.
Then we'd go home with a melody
stuck in our head,
until we fell asleep instead.

I'll bet the weather's warm wherever you are sleeping.
Here we're expecting storms - I bet they'll be real strong.
But some guy on the tv show
said rain is good for the soul
It might be shit, but it sounds nice; I should put it in a song.


There it is.
I'm not wild about having so many 'fuck's in there, I feel it diminishes the effect a bit. But they all work in their context, and I don't want to move any of them.