Well I been playing the blues for so long Kinda feel like playing jazz x 2 I dig the random instrumentation. Play this in eight over three and a half I been playing the blues for so long, make me feel like tryna rap x 2 I think I'll call…

Tell me can you teach me bout your finely written poetry Dont care about the content I just want to make em notice me Such a fine hand they'd say wooo, study it closely Been practicing all day I think I'm ready least I aughta be. Caligraphy…

Can i get a little whisky in this water said John The day the world stopped being fair I didnt know what to say so I said yeah. I poured a double whisky and I placed it in his hand And said friend, only true friends understand He said friend…

I heard a story about you I didnt want it to be true But it felt like it might You, well it was all about you and how the things that you do Seem strangely undone And life doesnt help out the weak A lifetime tends to bring you some…

Musta been December cause the air mighty cold A family was moving in, further down the road They were not the colour of the others in the street All the kids were laughing at the trainers on their feet I was only young and so I guess I laughed…

It aint like no ones done this before But how can you tire of beautiful chords In the fifties In Tenessee Where my love was born Two young men upped and crossed the yard both cold cos it was rainin hard. One of them turned said…

the cold collides, outside, oh woe this hopless day, the warm resides, inside, makes me want to cry the emotions, that i hide, oh woe this hopless way, confide with the sky, don't ask me why and the branches swining, and the animals play…

amused, desire to feel inside and will i mean it confused, and scared of what I'll find, and will I believe it it's just a scratch but infection has already set it we go on like the world will never end no fear of tomorrow, no fear of today…

it's like, falling, without a sense of down it's like feeling, without a hint of doubt it's like melting without a pot to hold your soul it's like failing but without ever being told I'm fading, away their story could be our story their…

shame I make the same mistakes each time adding up, piling on this list of my crimes the biggest to the smallest weigh the same to me buried beneath of mountain with no hope of getting free holding on to my broken dreams shame I have no…