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Still Bleeding

JUDO-GT - STRONG HOLD

lyrics:
i wont lie baby
i been feelin´ wavy
takin' all these drugs
will this shit be the end of me
are you my friend?
or are you my enemy (o.0)
i been takin' all these mf amphetamines
all these drugs
ya they make me geek
when im in the club
its in my bloodstream
all these bitches textin' my line
ya, they want the E
i dont really care
bitch im not the plug, dont you see?

now she got a problem with me
she didnt see the vision
she callin' me crazy
but i dont really give a fuck
cause i just got my money up
like see you..
goodbye, dont wanna be you
here is a tissue
for all the nights you made me cry
and all the nights you made me wanna die

i dont care now
but i used to
got a new bitch
ya, you´re old news
crocodile leather
on my mf shoes
imma rich prick
told you bitch, you would lose

money is always on my mind
i think about it all the time
the devil is in my mind
i see him through your eyes

i wont lie baby
i been feelin´ wavy
takin' all these drugs
will this shit be the end of me
are you my friend?
or are you my enemy (o.0)
i been takin' all these mf amphetamines
all these drugs
ya they make me geek
when im in the club
its in my bloodstream
all these bitches textin' my line
ya, they want the E
i dont really care
bitch im not the plug, dont you see?

cönnärd rïchë (prod. Klimlords)

Die erste große Liebe die man nicht bereut aber auch nicht vergessen kann. Die starken wechselnden Gefühle und dieses starke Gefühle der Sehnsucht. Sehnsucht, Traum, Herz, gebrochen, Wut Selbstzweifel und Trauer.

never forget

All music written & recorded by:  Jud A. Moller (3D) & Philip “Primo” Burnett

Philip-lead vocal & keyboards

Jud-back-up vocals, guitars, bass guitar, & keyboards

Mixed & Produced by:  J.A.M.3D

Needed Love (feat. Philip “Primo” Burnett)

Here is a real stinker of a song 
I was trying to create a new song and was reading a bunch of very old lyrics from my 20s that were laying around in a drawer.   Some of these manifestos of youth, though earnest and ambitious, have not aged well over the years  ....like that piece of moldy cheddar at the back of the fridge... Leftovers, no longer suitable for public consumption..though one did leap from its hiding place and forced(inspired) me to write a song about it before it sent me down the river never to be seen again.....

simple melody , pretty rough pounding on the electric and keys with a drum track from my phone
Homer Simpson helps to illustrate the food metaphor for this  somewhat out of tune tune 
best i can do with what I got


Leftover Song

This song it smells like moldy cheese                      
With words of youth gone stale and left behind      
A little blue, a little rancid                                              
From the back of the fridge to the bright lights        

Curdled by the curse of indecision                            
Now, I take a sip and promptly spit and spill            Over-seasoned with the sweat of self-reflection   
Makes it kind of  hard to swallow, I’m hungry still                          
Perhaps my best before date                                       
Has been exceeded                                                       
What once was firm has now gone soft and sour    
This tune unchosen                                                        
Slowly decomposing                               
Reanimated by a higher power                                   
Leftover song of mine                                                
Resurrected now for you                                                                      
This song it has the feel of the familiar
Simple shapes and sounds sung in the major G
I tried to lose it, give it the slip, in the parking lot of my mind
But it jumped in my car, took me hostage and assumed my identity

Tied me up, took me down to the river
And sent me on my way
On a boat that sailed in circles 
With a piano that could not play
It’s a coup d’ etat, a Mardis Gras
Said the one that got away
A monster of my own creation

These nouns and verbs gone wild
A verse unseeded
Left in the sun to slowly bloom and flower
Starved of attention
No comprehension
Of what was locked inside my Ivory Tower
Leftover song of mine
Busting loose to sing to you





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