shivers, seriously.. usually I get a relaxing sinking feeling, but this time it gave me the brain shivers

Yesterday was a bad day.
Today is not.
All of my troubles have melted away
In the dark.
And none of them have an author anymore,
Having written them all off.
And today, just like I thought
I stop god.

Aint going to hell
Aint under your spell no more
Aint playing the parts
Aint playing the roles no more

Cause I know a fake when I see it.
All those slow hymnals make it harder to pretend
I can feel it.
Just cause you're saying the loudest or the longest.
I still know a fake when I see it

On one side, I find the same
And it might be -
 Maybe there's more than one way

Gonna have to find time is what tells you;
dispels the myth leaving the truth
Gonna live your own lies that destroy you.
Make up reasons for following through.

But you gotta know a fake when you see it
Don't let slow sermons make it harder
Don't pretend you can feel it
You gotta know a fake when you see it.
Just cause you're saying the loudest or the longest.
I still know a fake when I see it

Aint going to hell
Aint under your spell no more
Aint playing the parts
Aint playing the roles no more

Leaving behind all my beliefs and doctrines, because I know a fake when I see it.


Fake

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Sharp

First time trying out a midi controller and Ableton Live 9 Lite.

Test 01

Then Again

Serum At It Again WIP

Why don't you pick on somebody much smaller
if your bark is so much worse than your bite?
Fists up. Because I think I can take ya.
All I gotta do is get you talkin, 
Algebra, Science, Evolution
You get so lost in the verbage.

Oh, god I don't understand how this just keeps on, keeps on happening.
(I'm sorry, I'm sorry)
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I just remembered that we're friends.
And the power my words have.
And the hate that they could spread.
And the screens in between; they don't seem to help
But I still say I'm sorry.

Why don't you tell me that story about way back when
You were the hero and the victim
Worked for years, hand and knees till they bleed,
But no Thank You card
No Get Well Soon coming from the system when you fall
You said you knew you would all along

Can't understand how this just keeps on just keeps on happenin.
(I'm sorry, I'm sorry)
It might be, because sometimes I don't even think about the words I've said
(I'm sorry, I'm sorry)
Or the power that they have.
Or the love I could be spreadin'
I let my anger on the screen instead
I never learn, but I swear that I'm sorry.
(I'm sorry, I'm sorry)
I promise. I promise.
Till the end of my days I keep making mistakes, but I am
I'm sorry
(I'm sorry, I'm sorry)

Fists Up & I'm Sorry

I don't think you'll get far
being the sore loser you are
run amok with some bars
bog down barely leaving my yard

and I'm still trying to figure it out
still not sure what it's all about

someones throwing a fit
I get sad when it rains just a bit
been put up in a room
and the room has got one hell of a view

and I'm still trying to figure it out
nothing's worse than a five monday drought

I woke the whole world while I was sleeping
I caused a big scene for no reason at all
I'm only as good as my latest scheme is
somehow it happens every time I'm alone

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Back off, you sneaky mother fucker, 
'cause I got you figured out now
There was a time I would have loved you for the asking, 
but that was long before all the lies started up

And I swear, even though they were your lies,
I'm still the one who fell for it.
I gotta promise that no one gets out unscathed 
and you know I bruise
You know I bruise
You know I bruise the easiest

But then again those times on the porch outside
In the car at night with all that music in the air
But then again those times on the porch outside
In the car at night with all that music in the air

Just stop
Cause I can do it better and I don't need any help now
Besides, you tried and sweet christ! What a failure
And there's still a pile of ash on the ground

And I swear, even though they were your lies,
I'm still the one who fell for it.
I gotta promise that no one gets out unscathed 
and you know I keep my
You know. You know.
You know I keep my promises.

Motherfucker

The Wandering Sort is Jourdanne B. DeLovely and sometimes her friends, but normally just her home studio and a soulful voice of personal story-telling. 
:: Lo-Fi Trip Hop-Folk Fusion ::

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