new one by something witty, a hecking fun time

oops we forgot the last chorus and im gonna change the lyrics and i effed up the guitar stuff but yo i done wrote this and it aren't shit 

LURIX:
i don't know what's happened here
and it's not in my power to fix
but maybe it's not worth the risk
this is all one big waste of time

the wolves are coming out
so you better take your bows
and maybe then you'll see
just how badly pride can blind

oh lord, i know your type
you always want a fight
but you never want to finish what you start
so i'm calling for blood
i'm taking what is mine
and maybe if you're lucky then you'll make it through the night
so i'll curse your name
with every breath
and when you die i think that i'm just gonna dance
you have no idea just how much trouble you're in

and this is only where it begins

maybe it's just time we went our separate ways and that's okay

the wolves are coming out
so you better take your bows
and maybe then you'll see
just how badly pride can blind



slightly effed up first recording of xyz

just because it felt right. 
sometimes you have to relearn a song you've learned three times before and frantically file your nails down to be able to play it right, then figure out how to download audacity and other files to be able to record it, and figure out how to work your old microphone, and lose half your nail polish. 
and sometimes it'll only take you one take.
this was one of those times.

skinny love- cover

i don't actually play piano. but nonetheless, this song prevailed. happy new year everyone.

lyrics:
i am young
i am learning
and i’ve had my share of hurting
for the year that is ending
a tired old sun will finally set

to put it simply:
i’d say it’s been a lesson 
in getting what you deserve
versus sitting there and taking what you get

and i’ve been wrong
though i tried all along to do my best
i just don't know how to quit when i can’t get ahead

you get sick of a steady pouring of the heart out
leaving it all on the table
and getting nothing in return

“the patience of a saint, and nothing to show for it”
sounds less like a joke
each and every time i say it

——

everyone says,
“you’re so much better since he’s gone”
and i guess so many people can’t be wrong
and i won’t deny
it feels good, it feels fine
it feels so much better not being tied to the other end of his line

with a blank slate
and some free time
i will leave the sinking ship
and everything it carried behind

it is the morning
a whole new year is dawning
and the light is so bright
at times it hurts my eyes

but in the morning
every single setting sun will rise
it just takes some time

julia