Jealous Guy Cover by Pat Smith

++This is a rough draft, but fuck it, im gonna put it up here for now anyway.++

I'm living to see
time it's the same every week
slow as you get closer to me
flow like water through me

I can see the city night 
you're underneath the lights

take a ride to the country baby
won't you take a ride in my car
take a ride to the country baby
won't you take a ride in my car

cause i've been meaning to tell you
cause i thought you should know 
i wanna take you somewhere nobody goes

i can see the city at night
you're underneath of the lights
for just a moment you're mine
(i want) more wanna go for a ride

take a ride to the country baby
won't you take a ride in my car
take a ride to the country baby
won't you take a ride in my car

cause i've been meaning to tell you
cause i thought you should know 
i wanna take you somewhere nobody goes
.......i can see the city at night

Let's Leave The City Tonight

There Are No Words

I got a bird living in my tree
we used to fly together till she clipped her wings
we used to
fly to heaven to see better things
and her voice was like an angel like regina sings
we flew around the world and always under the moon
man the ocean was so beautiful 
let's go back soon
the taste was salty and the color was so blue
let's start living underwater 
like the vicious do

I got a cow but her milk's not free
she's crazy like a dog she's always showing her teeth
i got her barking at the kids playing out in the street
and she's really fucking smart she taught herself how to speak
she waits so patiently till no one's around
then she quietly complains 
she's stick of standing on ground
suggested that we both stop avoiding the truth
and start living underwater
like the vicious do

Like The Vicious Do

Darkness came back like my oldest friend
twenty years to see my face again
you thought you'd find me hiding under the stairs
take a look around
i could be anywhere

could of monday 
could of been tuesday
could have been wednesday
cause thursday i'll be dead

when you play the songs
i hope you play them loud
that kind of thing you know would make me proud
let there be no tears 
i hope you laugh instead
you wear black and dress me up in red

when i can do no more tell me to come back to bed
tell me to come home when i forget who i am
if you find yourself hiding under the stairs
take a look around you could be everywhere



Thursday I'll Be Dead


My name is Pat Smith. I write music. I hope you dig it.

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