building bridges between the cities of truths
sad simple chords
slightly out of tune b string echo's down dusty wooden stairs that creak painfully at night
my memories record
and ideas come and go like stories never told and minor chords can take you to the chorus
sad is my happy
and hope is my joy untold but it never feels right. it never felt right.
have you seen my drunken angel.
today's recommended mp3 - clem snide - my moment in the sun
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