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Wednesday, 05 March 2008

  • The original idea for this song came to me while watching Accepted.

    Beechwood and Dragon Heartstrings - December 2007

    They tell me that you're happy that I'm not.
    But they still say I'm better off.
    X
    X
    X
    X
    X
    X

    Is this the price I pay for one more Saturday?
    And I hope that you don't mind
    That I'm just calling you to say I'm fine.
    And I don't care anymore...
    I've forgotten what I did all this for.
    But ever since you went away,
    Eleven months of better days[.]
    X
    X

    They tell me that you're happy; I'm not.
    But I still know I'm better off.
    X
    They say you ruined my life.
    It's pitiful when your claim to fame
    is your expertise in Eagles games,
    Your plastic smile and plastic teeth,
    and breakdowns on Ohio St.

    X
    So I hope that you don't mind
    That I'm just calling you to say I'm fine
    And I don't care anymore...
    I've forgotten what I did all this for.
    I finally found a getaway
    In eleven months of better days.
    X
    X

    And if I shot for piss and vinegar,
    But came off a pissed-off teenager, well…
    Then that’s okay,
    ‘cause I know after these months I don’t feel that way.

    X

    So I hope that you don't mind...
    That I'm calling you again tonight...

    So I hope that you don't mind
    That I'm calling you again tonight.
    And I hope that you don't mind
    That I'm just calling you to say I'm fine.
    And I don't care anymore...
    I've forgotten what I did all this for.
    X
    Twenty-two months of better days[.]
    X
    X

    [Outro]

Saturday, 01 March 2008

Wednesday, 27 February 2008

  • I wrote this song in a dream, although it was in a different key then (and much more post-grunge).

    (The Aaron Marsh Song) - March 2007 to XXXX 2007


    And if we can't survive on this miracle trite...
    Then we'll stand up on the miracle in you.

    Isn't Bryce a girl's name?

     And if we can't survive on this miracle trite...
    Then we'll stand up on the miracle in you.

    I'd die for the day when I'll see you again.

     And if we can't survive on this miracle trite...
    Then we'll stand up on the miracle in you.

Tuesday, 19 February 2008

  • If you know, you know. If not, sing along.
    Inspired. Certainly inspired.

    Monet - July 2007

    I'd go to hell and back to find the perfect line that says exactly how I feel.
    (But when I find it, I'll be too afraid to speak.)
    I'd give my unimportant organs just to love your unattractive pieces
    Enough to take back all I said last week.
    Sometimes May 24th still makes me want to damage everything you ever loved.
    Sometimes I want to make this right.
    Sometimes I sit, alone and shaking, in my bedroom till the morning breaks me
    Enough to take back all I felt last night.

    And Monet would paint a nice impression of us.
    But when your realism comes around, I'm nowhere to be found.
    Today will take thoughts more magnanimous than these...
    X
    X
    But I'll walk twenty miles to the riverside to kill these questions...
    And Monet would say that we're a lost cause...
    But here I am, here I am...Making my apologies again.

    I've been to hell and back round trip thirty days straight forgiving and forgetting.
    I'm out of touch...
    X
    X
    X
    X
    X
    X

     And Monet would paint a nice impression of us.
    But when your realism comes around, I'm nowhere to be found.
    Today will take thoughts more magnanimous than these...
    X
    X
    But I'll walk twenty miles to the riverside to kill these questions...
    And Monet would say that we're a lost cause...
    But here I am, here I am...Making my apologies again.
  • (Griffindale, Like the Bird) - January 2008 to XXXX

    And I'm sorry that I tortured you with the thoughts running through my head,
    But the piece of your heart in Florida should be here in New York instead.