1. 7 O'Clock

Round Midnight - Lyrics 

Round midnight when the engine’s on
Lose my head from the rolling throng
Get my house out of the fire
Get my car out of the wreckage pile
Straight out of lullaby land 
Straight out of Birdland
Like waking up in the morning without my head in my hands

And I’m getting on
Well it’s been pretty long
And I woke up around midnight to see Charlie Parker fly in a saxophone
Well there's gold on the road

Round midnight getting, I'm just getting on with you

Charles Mingus
That’s so like Philly Joe Jones
Miles she likes your Miles Davis shit
Miles Davis shit 
Miles Davis shit 

Gone midnight and I'm just moving on 
With a couple of fellas with sticks and songs
Got my head into a St. Louis fire
Haven’t seen daylight for a couple of nights
Straight out of lullaby land
Straight out of Thelonious land
Like waking up without feeling like my head’s been up my ass

And I’m getting on
Well it’s been pretty long
And if I’m not home before midnight I'll be playing here with this whiskey and these songs
From somewhere out of the earth

Round midnight getting, I'm just getting on with you

Second cousin of the Dizzy man
And the nephew of the devil
A girl sent to me by the devil

I'm getting it on and I can’t do me wrong
Got jazz inside my vein now and the blues even comes out of my asshole
It's the door to my soul

Round midnight getting, I'm just getting on with you

Strange Part of the Country

Round Midnight

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I MISS LAHEY

top shelf-shitty voice memo i hate

ONE MISTAKE BROKE REALITY...

hey, are you gone now? gone away...

if you killed yourself you couldnt play
fake players were the ones who played the game
if youre dead now im thinking about you every single way almost 
every day 
how im left here alone just to write away (all the wrong)
if you killed yourself i guess you just couldnt play
the game the fake players loved to do all day
(to another hit song)
im left here alone
all my friends left to go home
just 
to let go
and im here to say
i missed you all wrong (all along)
im all with you in this song in this way
what ever you did
left here to stay
if you killed yourself you couldnt play
i guess you just couldnt play
this game 
Im a fake
Im a fake
Im fake
are you gone?
if you killed yourself you got away
gone away

Writing Off Wrong

The cup is not half empty as pessimists say
As far as he sees nothing's left in the cup
A whole cup full of nothing for him to indulge
Since the voice of ambition has long since been shut up
A singer, a writer
He's not dreaming now of going nowhere
Gave heed to nothing
And all that he was is just a tragedy
So he voyages in circles, succeeds getting nowhere
And submits to the substance that first got him there
There, there, there
In violent frustration
He cries out to God or just no one
Is there a point to this madness
And all that he was is just a tragedy
He feels alone
His heart in his hand, he's alone
He feels alone
I feel...
Then on that last day he breaks
And he stood tall
And he yelled
And he yelled
Why
In violent frustration
He cries out to God or just no one
Is there a point to this madness
And all that he was is just a tragedy

Poetic Tragedy, The Used [re-imagined]

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All has a place to love and be so. So keep on keepn on.

-Sincerely yours

#Jimmythekidmusic

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"Give love even when it is not due, I'll give you a song to sing this along to."
"to get caught up in the moment to"

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