grateful (m's song )

Three guitars layered over Hear Me Beats ' When it rain it...'

When It Rain It....Hear Me Beats Collab

Like A Twitch

A little town in northeastern California used to be a mill town with a prison.  Today, the mill stands still. The towers remain a reminder of a much different time. 
Thanks To Logan Blackard for drums
Lyrics;
There's visions of ghosts 
at the old mill tower
In the old saw mill
The blades of the saws
Once hot from the cut
sit cold and still

mountains surround
A small valley town 
At the foot of the hills
A small lonely place
With the never sweat pace
of Susanville 


The cold winter days pass 
into warm summer nights 
The Old town shines on the Main Street 
in bold neon light
The  bitter brush covers a dry desert land 
to the tree covered hills
An old lumber town that's hardly renowned called Susanville 

Roll the lumber
We're cutting for grade
Logs rolling in set for the cut
Is how our money is made

Roll the lumber
We're cutting for grade
Logs rolling in set for the cut
Is how our money is made

New Industry grows 
time served for crime
Jobs to be filled
The cops and the cons 
Face off behind walls 
The state pays the bill

The old mill still stands
holding it's ground 
In hope of living again
Lost spirits are found
in this High Desert town
Called Susanville

Roll the lumber
We're cutting for grade
Logs rolling in set for the cut
Is how our money is made

Roll the lumber
We're cutting for grade
Logs rolling in set for the cut
Is how our money was made

Susanville

Fiftieth Street

Distant encounters

Who among us has not wished for that third road – distant alike from the sordidness of the one and the almost inhuman self-denial of the other? And for elves, leprechauns, the “fey folk,” and those rare humans they’ve adopted as their own, it seems to work. But for the rest of us – a wash. But we are artists, and can’t stop trying to find it, or at least picture what it might be like! The words here are from the Old Ballad, “Thomas the Rhymer,” hopefully my Scots is at least passable. But if you want to see my magic-mushroom video version, go here. https://youtu.be/wmdvF0IHL3Q and for the lyrics see below.

O see ye not yon narrow road,
So sore beset wi’ thorns and briers?
That is the Path of Righteousness, 
Tough after it but few enquires.

And see ye not yon braid braid road
That lies across the lily leven?
That is the Path of Wickedness,
Though some call it the road to Heaven.

And see ye not yon narrow road
That winds about the ferny brae?
That is the road to fair Elfland,
Where thou and I this night maun gae.

The Road to Elfland

sea ​​of ​​laughter

Producer/Songwriter: Mr. Knobs
Singer: Vidushi soundcloud.com/viddyg

I get sad when the weed wears off

Figure me out now 
Or I’m gonna explode
I’m writhing on the couch
Waiting for you, come close

Will you touch me like I ask
Let me kiss you in my mask 
I fall in love so fucking fast
I lost track I lost track

Hold me down and whisper in my ear
Tell me things I think I wanna hear
I don’t care if you disappear 
I’m barely here I’m barely here
   
Hey baby won’t you kiss me so sweet
Pretend I’m the boy in the Chicago heat
We don’t need to beat around the beat 
I already know I already know
Watching eyes from before you were born 
I’m already drowsy from anticipating a storm 
You like cloud formations and kettle corn  
Does he even know

Cloud Formations and Kettle Corn

mr. knobs

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