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Last Updated: 11/8/2009

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Status: Single
City: Toronto
State: Ontario
Country: CA
Signup Date: 11/28/2007
Tuesday, March 10, 2009 

Current mood:  neglected
Category: Music
On the Rooftop

 

Spent a lot of time there,

on the rooftop thinking,

if I stop drinking,

will it ease my fears.

 

Tell me what you believe.

Now I drink to health,

or so I tell myself.

How naive.

 

Now I'm throwing rice throwing dice got me in the middle,

I stand tall 'till I lose my ground.

Upright, uptight, kinda indecisive,

sittin' on the rooftop so that I don't drown.

 

Change your mind,

on where you stand,

and what's your plan?

Will you still be kind?

 

Long walk Fridays,

and it ain't no surprise,

you never told me no lies,

so this ain't a phase.

 

 

Vintage Girl

 

Single woman,

tall whiskey glass,

distilled in all the promises that would never last.

 

Spent all my money,

spent every dime,

drunken conversation leads to this old line.

 

I'm amazed and unphased that we're still in this haze,

I confess I'm obsessed that we're still in this mess,

sweet turns to sour in the loneliest hour,

and she's a vintage girl.

 

Messed with my body,

messed with my mind,

this melody inside of me just needs some more time.

 

Color so clear,

and labels don't lie,

but I ain't never gonna cry for you.

 

Sing me a song that will make me forgetter,

poor me, a drink be it whiskey or water,

a single malt scotch on the rocks would be better,

than giving up hope on a heartbreaking letter.

Just promise me we'll always be your favourite story,

just promise me we'll always be your favourite memory,

sing me a song just like smoke on the water,

something vintage, something clear.

 

 

Strange Obsession

 

All wrapped up,

in this funky situation,

these blues,

is what he's giving me,

his thoughts,

are scattered in the fog,

all his love,

has been a big misconception.

 

She's such a funky girl,

such a strange obsession.

 

My babe,

he's a real sweet backtalker,

his mood,

is funky all the time,

his soul,

is evil to the core,

but them lips,

keep me coming back for more.

 

This funky atmosphere,

in and around my ears,

don't wanna bring the tears,

can't seem to face my fears.

Thinking it could be a nice night,

boy, I'm gonna be outright,

let's keep keep it on 'till the break of dawn.

Wrap my head around what it is that I'm going through,

been around the block only now for 'bout a month or two,

but I feel that this is real and I don't wanna give it up and no way and no how and no day but,

To reminisce on the time that we spent together,

and could it be forever?

and could we make it better?

Style so fly I think I'm giving in,

can't believe this cinnamon,

caught up in a whirlwind, baby!

 

Moanin' the Blues

 

Lost every dime,

on a long shot bet,

I'll find my self control but I haven't found it yet.

 

Still Paying off my loans,

don't have enough to live,

if I don't find a job, man, somethings gotta give.

 

Moanin' the blues,

Hey man, what's the use?

 

Raise your glass,

to the good times and the bad,

sing for the best day that you'll ever ever have.

 

Tomorrow may not shine,

the way she should,

the moon might crawl or get misunderstood.

 

If you wanna shine; I can shine for you

If you wanna love; I can hold you too

If you wanna cry; I can sing you truth

But if you wanna die; I will moan the blues

 

 

Lady Luck

 

Lady luck and a bottle of wine,

sippin' slow to pass the time,

takes a drag from his cigarette,

it seems he's doing fine.

 

Silver screen was quite a dream,

ain't as lovely as she seems,

now he sleeps on St Laurent,

can we cut out this scene?

 

Well I had it all,

fame and fortune were my downfall,

Oh lady luck.

 

Lady luck and a bottle of wine,

slippin' slowly back in time,

back to days when he was better off.

Hey brother can you spare a dime?

 


Reminisce on silent ears,

all his thoughts and all his fears,

now he sleeps on St Laurent,

tries to hold back all of his tears.

 

Lady luck, she don't care about the way you wanna live.

 

 

Its a Living

 

Here we go now, life hits you in the face.

They say that lifes a journey not a race.

But when money's tight,

get in the ring,

give it once last cry before you cut your wings.

 

They say it's a living babe, so don't go knocking it.

 

The working girl, she's a modern renaissance.

Leads a double life but has no confidence.


But deep down inside, she's just like you.

Empty all the time but she gets through.
3:59 AM
 
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