Come out
Tell me I’m a boyscout 
Tell me I’m a young sprout
Without a clue  

Teach me
You tried to reach me 
You tried to show me 
That she is you / That it was you

And your patience 
Ooh you’ve got patience 
To not lose patience 
On a stubborn fool

All this time I was running by you blind
And all this time I was carried away 
By movies and shows, I’ll meet her and I’ll know
But I met her, didn’t know her, all the same. 

So come you 
You lovely friend you 
I must commend you 
For all your faith 

Frustrated
Ooh how frustrated 
You must’ve been through 
All my mistakes 

All this time I was running by you blindly 
And all this time I was carrying away 
The blessing the hopes the prayers I never spoke 
All wishing that they’d bring me you someday 

So Kiss me 
Cmon and kiss me         
Cuz my mouth’s been running 
Running to you 

And I thank God 
Oooh lord I thank God 
For that he brought me 
A girl like you  

All this time I was running past you blindly 
But now I’ve stopped, now I see you clear as day
The blessing the hopes the prayers I never spoke 
Deeply wishing they would bring me you someday

Boyscout (concept)

Had some drunk recording fun after a party boat.

Party On The Moon (mashup)

Girl From North Country (cover)

Note: Updated lyrics below.
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You got no idea----

what you do to me,

You blue devil.

You gorgeous nymph.

You press through me

Like the edge of a burning knife.

And when you twist, I twist, I go mad.

Don’t stop dove, your eyes so wide now. Don’t stop. Twist--------and teach me to pray for better things. 

I drip from my wound. And you’re so flattered

Proud that all those rose petals drip for you.

Stick out your hand and it runs all through you fingers

And with one long look, you’ve stolen me.

Don’t stop dove, your eyes so wide now. Don’t stop. Steal--------and teach me to pray for better things. 

I sit all alone in a cold metal room

The only light comes in from a dying moon.

And the floor it sticks with my sweet velvet drops

And you, with a smile, drink. 

Don’t stop dove, your eyes so wide now. Don’t stop. Drink--------and teach me to pray for better things. 

Your tongue, slides along your lips.

Bet my blood tasted just like the rest.

You look up from your indulgence,

Shocked to see my face. Remorse hits.

Don’t stop dove, your eyes so wide now. Don’t stop. Hurt me, and maybe I’ll learn to pray for better things.

My Vampire Dove

Lyrics: 

I guess I’m getting tired of it all, the visions of the night. 
The mountains climbed alone, the unfulfilling heights. 
Oh I’ve waited far too long . To cherish what is mine,
To tell her all my woes, to know I’ll be alright.

She sneaks into my room well into the night
Her feet are full of mud, her eyes alive and bright. 
She sits beside my bed and reads from the Book of Life. 
Her hand upon my head, her words upon my mind.

The Tired Heart

Waxing Guitars

Like all of the ones up here, needs a good polishing but does the job. 

Lyrics:

I’ve seen those pictures
I’ve seen it all 
It might be made up 
But my gut says no 
You may not love him, 
But that’s not all it has to be
You seem happy
And happy you should be 
What’s on with you, 
Can’t be about me, anymore
Can’t be about me, 
Anymore. 

For that’s the truth, you are a woman
Your landscape’s vast, the world is yours. 
I have no claim upon the look you used to give me at night
Twas like the sunshine, twas but no more. 

You should be happy, 
I should get going. 
I left that light on, for far too long 
The wind’s not howling,
Got no excuses, 
Bout time I threw away the bookmark, and moved on. 

Soon you’ll be dancing, 
While old I’m growing 
I know it’s my fault 
But I’m not wrong 
We gave it time, 
And you gave such patience 
Sometimes, the lies by which we live 
Come from indoors. 

For that’s the truth, you are a woman
Your landscape’s vast, the world is yours. 
I have no claim upon the look you used to give me at night
Twas like the sunshine, twas but no more.

A Good Bye

Now the first thing I’ve got to say, 
Is I’m sorry 
I’m sorry for everything 
I did that night 

You say you’ve made up your mind  
That your heart can’t forgive my crimes 
Though we’re happy together, we’re better apart. 

But I’m not so sure, this is over. 
And I’m not so sure, this is how it has to be.
La Marseillaise felled the monarchy 
Estonia sang out the Soviets
So why can’t a melody open your heart. 

The memory of that night, I know that it pains you 
To hate chapter 1 of your love story sucks,

But don’t close the book just yet
There’s more to this story and 
It begins with this new memory, for us 

See, I’m not so sure, this is over. 
And I’m not so sure, this is how it has to be.
La Marseillaise felled the monarchy 
Estonia sang out the Soviets
So why can’t a melody open your heart. 

I know I confuse you, each day more 
I know it’s not fair of me to expect anything from you 

But I don’t know what choice I have 
When you’ve shut all your doors on me  
But to write you a protest song of my own.   

La Marseillaise felled the monarchy 
Estonia sang out the Soviets
So why can’t a melody open your heart.

Mon Marseillaise

Well she rides dragons 
And she bathes herself in raging seas. 
She'll vanquish troops of misery. 
She races peregrines 
Then climbs up to the tallest trees
Combs her hair with cobras' teeth. 

So high
She soars she dives 
She laughs she cries 
For the beautiful life she leads 
A thousand doors
And she holds the key 

Her heart's her compass 
Shares her hair with sisters who are in need.
Despises those who've sold their souls 
For gold and celebrity. 
She'll follow lightning's strike 
and cozy up to the flames she finds. 
Downs algorithmic potions 
To gain knowledge of the world outside.

So high
She soars she dives 
She laughs she cries 
For the beautiful life she leads 
A thousand doors
And she holds the key 

She'll waltz in the arms of ghosts 
Prove children of the men that boast 
She'll bask in tempests from her balcony 
The moon swoons low for she 
That's why this earth knows perigee 
She wakes from dark dream to a light in love. 

So high
She soars she dives 
She laughs she cries 
For the beautiful life she leads 
A thousand doors
And she holds the key

She soars she dives 
She laughs she cries 
For the beautiful life she leads 
A thousand doors
And she holds the key

Mayflowers

Amateur musician occasionally sharing stories/songs from his life.

What makes a man a poet is the decision to open his mouth.

Sid Mantis

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