jpaulgorman

g                    em                g did you see the beak on that bird? d                         c the once cherished fondness      g so distant now. have you heard a sound so sweet? the lone harmony of sisters backseat bands. what time does the fireworks start? can they shoot 'em off right now celebrate freedom. when does the sun go down here? dominicans all around island hearts. how could i ever know you cared? five ten woman in heels snaps her fingers. where will we be ten years from now? grey beard and beat up hands praying for others. fight the good fight of the faith. first timothy six twelve rock flowers.

i was tired. sleep never seemed as scarce, however, despite the morning confusion, i was ready to begin the day as usual, early and clean. outside, the wind had picked up and white clouds framed blue were moving quickly. it was late june, but cool and blustery. the sun had gloriously called the day. oh, to die at this moment. in an instant. painless and content. a fainting sleep. a final sleep. the trash left behind. and the beautiful things too. the method is not important, but i think too many worry about the way it will go down. eventually, the devil get's his due. i think of the eternal and constant mostly. it will be violent probably, He didn't save us from this world. until then, i'll go to war too. battle 'til lungs go still. i hope to get hit by an asteroid one day.

get a tuner make music easy learn 12 chords c, g, f, e, d, em, am, d7, a7, g7, a, e7 practice strumming without a pick practice changing finger placements keep strumming most importanly by far, most importantly keep your guitar out in the open put it in a case only when it travels it will beg you to play oh, and um, get a tuner

those maps, i could look at them forever. dots and lines, lakes and rivers. latitudes and longitudes, a spider web covering the earth. the world spins, always facinated by the iced zones. old maps, naked people all around. angles waving, persuasive and floating cities of the land, islands of the oceans. half a pinkie, the same as a hundred miles. australia in the south, japan in the north. salt lakes, only blue on the maps. in real life, the red river flows red. on a map, there are no suburbs.

humid like airless jungles the zzzzzz of exotic bugs life sucking stingers rolled up sleeves bandana brow snakes on the dock hissing to themselves a tap on my shoulder cold mexican beer bottled and limed a long draw and a cooling down my spine

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listen all you brothers and sisters, all you amigos and senoritas. we all have times like these, these are our times. problem with getting what you want, is the satisfying. only lasts about a minute or two, don't it, always thought we would feel better. our sorry lot just asks for more, begging like beggars for acceptance. never understanding who they are, or why they were able to live this life. a box of bones await that man, dust kicking up as he walks the road. for me, i'm a grateful sort, grateful for starlets and neon lights and the brightness of a texico night. 

the sweats take over and your stomach turns the heat takes the street and the fires burn talk about the score, knock 'em on the floor blonde hair flying and calling out for more hollowed out and sick hollowed out and sick my body let me down hollowed out and sick i knew i hurt the woman of my dreams when i left her stranded in the desert heat she always knew i had one thing on my mind my honey started praying and kept her hopes up high hollowed out and sick hollowed out and sick my body let me down hollowed out and sick gomavs EA ED EA DAEx2 AEx3 DAEx2

c                                       g         c don't waste your time wishing for peace f                                      c cause peace ain't gonna come c                                       g         c people are cranky and selfish and mean g                ...

heartland between the book dividers pleasant all the stories are told sweating humidity all around blameless cause you've confessed anxiety it's craters and ridges clinging to the promise that's a lie embraces giver of the mirage believer always looking up at the sky lacerater black ribbons and smoke visionist blamer of others satisfied breathless and beat