Creedence. Not embarrassing at all.

This is about somebody moving from an unhappy place to a happy place. The happy place happens to be a rain forest. This is a true story. The end.

A story I made up to explain some of my dog's behaviour.

One man's music is another man's noise.

Yield to temptation. Surrender to the lord.

So called because most of the percussion originates from the body (voice, finger clicks or just slapping and thumping my body.)

now if you are feeling gone and feeling far yeah i can help you i can light your cigar cause death is a friend we all meet in the end and none ever got away speak for yourself, don't ever let the luster fade maybe you could get a gun, destroy…

I smoke cigarettes made of strawberries I lost my mountain, got my age Strange diseases could have hurt you but I say Everybody likes to gloom to blue sad songs and trust industries that glass is not ghost as they promised us before was sold…