Something More

Verse 1:
It’s getting so cold outside, it sure as hell ain’t May
Bonfires and Halloween, takes me back to a better day
It’s been a long, long, and lonely road, don’t know if I can go on
Things are falling apart since you said goodbye, don’t think I can carry on.

Chorus
It’s been a hard traveled road, October’s knocking on my door.
I’ll be holding on for something, maybe a little something more

Verse 2:
I burn a candle every day, drink my coffee and play guitar
Leaves turn to orange and burgundy, then the leaves turn brown and fall
I spend a lot of time trying to take things in, trying to move past where I’ve gone wrong.
I keep finding myself back where I began, singing the same old song.

Chorus 
It’s been a hard traveled road, October’s knocking on my door.
I’ll be holding on for something, maybe a little something more

Verse 3:
My breath’s a ghost on the wind, sun setting on an indian summer day
A full moon chill is setting in but the whiskey warms me as I fade away.
It’s been a long time since I have seen your eyes, I think it’s time I moved on.
October morning’s always take me back to a love that’s long been gone.

Chorus 
It’s been a hard traveled road, October’s knocking on my door.
I’ll be holding on for something, maybe a little something more

Bridge
All right, come on give me something more.

Pending

Something More

No Valentine 

Key of A | 4:4 | 112-120 BPM | Train Shuffle 

This one is a fictional story of a boy who lost his Dad, older now but still a kid, reflecting on his loss, just old enough to barely remember him, too young to have made enough memories to hold on to, and whose Momma is so heart-broken, she is unable to move past her own sorrow, to be there for the boy, to start a new life.  Desensitized, lost, and full of grief, his father’s memory is fading, making the pain of loss, and his desire to be loved even greater.  The irony is in Momma’s song, how the boy is drawing parallels to his pain while she sings of hers, and they’re so lost they can’t find each other.   

 

Intro 8 Measures 

Verse 1: 8 Measures 

Daddy found dirt when I was 3, [uh huh] 

He didn’t leave much Momma and me [uh huh] 

The rooster crowed and sang his song 

The sun came up and he was gone [uh huh] 

 

Verse 2: 8 Measures (Vocals change on second and fourth verse) 

I climb the oak tree out behind the chicken pen 

To think about my Daddy and what could’ve been. 

It’s getting hard to find memories, no baseball games, or catch for me [uh huh] 

 

Pre-Chorus:  8 Measures 

I wish this hurt would go away but the pains still fresh and here to stay [uh huh] 

 

Chorus: 8 Measures 

(A) Fill me up with Gasoline, (D) it lights the rag when Momma sings 

(G) No chocolate, wine, just tears for me, (A) No Valentines 

Nothing left but rusty dreams, I burn till sleep while Momma sings 

No kisses, hugs, or man to love, No Valentines 

Bridge/Solo?????   

 

Verse 3: 

I walk the train tracks to the sea [uh huh] 

Swear every whistle’s meant for me [uh huh] 

My Daddy’s ashes in a can and I feel like I burned with him [uh huh] 

 

Verse 4: 

Every step one closer to the morning light. 

Every day one closer to the next goodbye 

Nothing left, no memories, no birthday presents, or Christmas tree.  

 ../ 

Pre-Chorus/  

No, I can’t see nothing now but the blood red sun glow through closed eyes. [uh huh 

 

Chorus 

Fill me up with Gasoline, it lights the rag when Momma sings 

No chocolate, wine, just tears for me, No Valentines 

Nothing left but rusty dreams, I burn till sleep while Momma sings 

No kisses, hugs, or man to love, No Valentines

No Valentines

Masks

Manipulating Neural Circuits (Killer's In The Jungle Remix)

Rectify (with Ariel Petrie)

A remaster of the original from 2022.

LYRICS

A fancy shirt and a dapper suit.
A girl on your arm years younger than you.
Do everything with style and grace.
Must be easy when you own the place.
A lifetime of confidence, filled with ease.
When you grew up you could be whatever you pleased.
I knew you were a tosser when you entered the room and offered out a cocaine spoon.
Yeah.

Youve got a checkered past filled with selfish deeds.
Expensive habits that your parents feed.
Too many chances a few bites at it, and you've blown them all you fucking hypocrite.
Your pride is at best badly misplaced. You've had every advantage, a fucking waste.
I knew you were a cunt when you entered  the room, and took cocaine from a silver spoon. 
Yeah.

Dress to impress, a shaven face.
A sense of style, that you own this place.
A box of trinkets, a Norwegian loom. 
Objects d'art, a Prince Andrew spoon.
Objects represent your personality.
How you present to the world, what you wanna be.
Took a trip on a hot air balloon. 
A photograph where you hold the moon. Yeah.

You bullshit about your made up past. Everything about you is made of glass 
A scattered approach to relationships. Which you rule over like a dictatorship.
The things you own won't replace the facts, that your a mediocre boring twat.
You lay there crying at the moon, and stir your coffee with a cocaine spoon.
Yeah.

It feels so enlightening.
Their way of expanding.
Their half formed opinions.
Of problems in England.
Their sunglasses shining.
In the greying lightning.
Their lips are revealing.
The lies they are telling. 
The too cool for schooling 
The drug money pooling.
The lives they're ignoring.
Its all so boring.

A golden handshake, though you never worked.
A skiing trip with fellow waxworks.
A trophy girlfriend and a trophy wife. 
A trophy before you started life.
A troubling rumour,  a paid off man.
An empty briefcase, a constant tan.
You had it all, aimed for the moon.
But blew it on your cocaine spoon.
Yeah.







Prince Andrew Spoon

kotze 23 (antisemiten)

I never thought I'd say it
Like a brick through our window
That let our house start shaking

I didn't think I had it in me
To break what I've known
And let these walls be forsaken

But I'm not sure I ever knew you
Like you needed me to
But I swear I could taste it

I tried my best to ignore it
But the seed it took root
And shed the fruit that's now wasted

Why did I waste my time
Falling down hills to climb?
All who knew me saw right through me
What did I hear you say
This is a hollow play?
Not much to doubt while bleeding out

Sometimes I cannot see me
So I'll pull a sheet over
To give me some shape now

I hope I'll be able to find me
In the void it creates
There's a beauty in the breakdown

Who are you to say
I'm better off to stay
What don't kill me, might just heal me
What did I hear you say
This is a hollow play?
Not much to doubt while bleeding out

I'm holding out for hope now
That when the bottom drops out
They'll be something to catch me

But sometimes it's nice to fall
At such great heights
You can see it all completely

There's not much to doubt
While bleeding out
There's not much to doubt
While bleeding out
There's not much to doubt
While bleeding out
There's not much to doubt
While bleeding out

Bleeding Out

your GONNA twinkle, and that’s fine by me 🎶✨

💖💖SOMEBODY LOVES YOU💖💖

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✨TWINKLE✨

Eight Circle of Hell (the mind of the manipulator) 

(A.k.a I am Legion for we are many)

Rational Idols
And national bibles
A latch for the tied up
And cash for my soul

...

My eyes
Derive lies
From the pinkish skies
That surround the goodbyes
At the end of another night

Plenty times
I survived
Atop a hill, a light
When its time to improvise 
The summaries I surmise 

A disguise
Again... Lies
Maybe my demise
As I watch from above
Like ants, them living their lives

Perhaps I hide behind 
The scenes I analyze
What seems to comprise
A machine I can't find
Now...

...

I simulate my life
But can't read most the code
Pull the strings on all the toys
Maybe it's why I come off as cold

Once the girls and the boys
Now the women and the men
I appease them all I can
Everyone's number one fan

So where's my prize?
I played the game just as was told
To control the young in ploys
And reap the souls of the old

Swirl the tongue with a noise
Just to lie right through my teeth
Decide to slide the blame
To some name from underneath

...

They must be fascists
Thinking they can unmask this
Impeccable costume 
I spent decades perfecting





///////////2023

Eighth Circle of Hell (the mind of the manipulator) [Demo]

promise i won't die in here, because of memory

*rap*

then you faking all your love, the mistake was on me ?

*rap*

fight till i die, crashing your heart
cause evertime, every night can't stop think about you, hope karma makes you paid....
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Jeremy Brizzi is a songwriter and musician.  “I do what I can, with what I have, to show you how I feel.  Thanks for listening.”

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