She's A Dream - Cranford Nix Cover

I’ve been fighting the urges
that have been controlling my life
and it’s got me thinking
maybe the urges are right
When you fell in love I was drinking
and you were rolling some squares
We would write all our best songs
while filling bottles with air
So tonight
I’ll crack one open
I’ll drink to you
I’ll drink to love to creativity
I’ll to drink to drinking booze
Tonight
I’ll crack one open
Won’t you have one too?
You can get shitfaced and call me
I’d love to hear from you
I’ve been fighting the urges
that have been controlling my life
and it’s got me thinking
maybe the urges are right
So tonight
I’ll crack one open
I’ll drink to you
I’ll drink to love to creativity
I’ll to drink to drinking booze
Tonight
I’ll crack one open
I'll drink for two
because I fucked things up forever
now I'm never gonna hear from you!

Music & Lyrics by Jared C. Joyner

Jimmy Buffet at a Funeral

this was supposed to be another day to feel alive
a day for innocence
I must've warned you so many times
and you're a brave one
well alright
well alright
what's that done for you tonight?
what's that done for you
tonight?

you're face down in a puddle of your stubborn mistakes
I'm weeping like a widow 1000 miles away
what do you have to say for yourself?
you're face down in a puddle of your stubborn mistakes
I'm weeping like a widow 1000 miles away
you've got nothing to say for yourself

and I had planned on a bike ride to anywhere
planned on holding myself to two cigarettes
might even wash this hair
you didn't mean to?
well okay
okay, I guess
what's that done for me today?
it's not okay

you're face down in a puddle of your stubborn mistakes
I'm weeping like a widow 1000 miles away
what do you have to say for yourself?
you're face down in a puddle of your stubborn mistakes
I'm weeping like a widow 1000 miles away
what do you have to say for yourself
and who's to blame?
who's to blame this time?
who's to blame?
we both know it's not you...

I Love You, You're An Asshole

99 beers
2000 miles
been gone for a while
I can still see your face

eyes full of hope
childlike grin
you talked about him
there were tears behind my smile

I remember being glad it wasn't me
sometimes I can't tell if I am lying
I remember being glad it wasn't me
but the thing about me is that I'm never, ever a sure thing

flask full of hope
pack strapped up tight
told you I'd be alright
but I wondered if you'd pray

bus was delayed
some cyclist in the road
there was blood on his clothes
and what was left of his face

I remember being glad it wasn't me
but sometimes I can't tell if I am lying
I remember being glad it wasn't me
because the thing about me is that I'm never, ever a sure thing

San Francisco

Tell me tell me tell me
how'd you do that trick
where you ran off with my dreams?
I've been chasing them for my whole life
but most of the time they were intangible to me.

Are they locked up in your dungeon
while you're curling your hair
as you've got me on your speaker phone
getting ready to go out with some asshole named "Blaire"
What the fuck kind of name is "Blaire"?

Show me show me show me
how you live with it
stealing so much from me
it's not like I can say I always treated you right
but most of the time you were all that I could see
you've got me locked up in your dungeon
my dreams aren't here
so tell me tell me tell me
pretty darling
how did you make them disappear?

How did you expect me to move on my darling
when you still need me?
How do you expect me to move on my darling?
I just want to be free?
How do you expect me to move on my darling?
You've got me dangling here.
How do you expect me to move on my darling
and seriously, who the fuck is Blaire?

Curling Iron Blues

Mark says I'm cheap labor
Says that's all I'll ever be
The fact he may be right doesn't take away the sting
Jack called me a king amongst men
when we were sixteen
I'm still not sure what he meant by that
but I still disagree

Sitting on a concrete throne
searching for home
in hell
my only labor
is working fingers raw
on these steel strings
I bought with money from a stranger

I am lost
I am found
so often drinking forties
picking change up off the ground

Mallory, she laughs at me
for what she calls "teen angst"
She's so damn strong
I want to be like her
For that, she has my thanks
but I'll never be
anything more than the thoughts circling the drain
in a pretty corpse with dirty nails
and a drug addled brain

I am lost
I am found
I am molecules exploding into sound
I am dead
I'm still living
I am worthless
I don't want to be forgiven
I am worth it
I don't want to be forgiven

Lyrics and music by Jared C. Joyner

Pretty Corpse, Dirty Nails

*this is the first song I ever wrote, I'm getting fucking sick of it ;)

There is a man living deep inside of me
Heart pure as gold
Heart aching to be free
I locked him up long ago
I lost the key
He counts the days on the wall of my gut
All I can say is I hope there's and end to this
Day after day we're both getting sick of it
I'm not sure why but I feel like I'm losing him
I couldn't tell you for sure

I'm so hot and cold that you can't keep up with me
I sway back and forth like a noose from a willow tree
It's that old push and pull between the good man inside of me
and the evil one running the show
I'm such a fool that I think I'm the only one
who ever thought about giving head to a loaded gun
but the man inside spoils all my fun
with reminders of the ones we love
he reminds me of the ones I love

I'm so hot and cold that you can't keep up with me
I swing back and forth like a noose from a willow tree
It's that old push and pull between the good man inside of me
and the evil one running the show
he ain't gonna run it no more

Icy Hot

You think I've got what you want
hidden behind these green eyes
but I don't know what I've got
so tell me, how could you?

I'm a paranoid mess
You've probably had better lays
and I don't listen to anyone who I respect
You want to dance
I'm two left shoes tied together

Tell me exactly what you see
when you're staring at me
staring unconsciously at the moon
Don't lie
You know I'm the type of guy who will fall for anything
right now I'm scared of falling for you

Lyrics & Music by Jared C. Joyner

Two Left Shoes

I for one don't have the slightest concern
for where we are or how I let it get this far
all I know is that tomorrow I'm heading south
I hope there's something there

All I know is that I've got so far to go
All I know
is that I just need you to know

How I can't think when you speak to me
The way the sun dances in your hair
How you make me look within to find a better man
The way I cry when he's not there

All I know
is that I've got so far to go
All I know
We've got so far to go
All I know
It ain't much
All I know
is that I'm not letting go

Migration Pattern

Everything's original unless stated otherwise (except the hidden bit on San Francisco). Emotional folk rock from all over the country but currently sleeping in Pittsburgh, PA.

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