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making a mess
04:45
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MAKING A MESS
JANUARY 8 2003
I SEEM TO HAVE LOST A FEW YEARS SOMEWHERE
SMILING UPSIDE DOWN AND BLANK STARING
THE MISERY OF MEMORIES ARE LIKE PILOTS WITHOUT PLANES
DIVING ARRIVING BUT THE FLYING IS NEVER THE SAME
THE SADNESS OF CLOWNS THE SHAME OF SOUNDS
SAYING NOTHING NEVER STOPPED A MAD MAN FROM SPEAKING
YELLING AT WALLS YELLING IN STREETS
BOUNCING LIKE A BALL FALLING TO CONCRETE
LAYING DOWN ON SIDEWLKS AND FALLING ASLEEP
MEETING MEMORIES ONLY MADE THE FEET WEAK
IT’S THE MYTH OF SADNESS THE REALITY OF LIES
IT’S THE TRUTH OF SOMETIMES AND SOMETIMES CLOWNS CRY
MARKERS ARE BEST CRAYONS ARE BETTER
PAINTING WITH FINGERS AND STICK ON LETTERS
MAKING A MESS MAKING THINGS BETTER
MUSIC AND LYRICS BY STEVEN DONALD MORRIS © S. D. M.
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gave it all away
03:43
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I GAVE AWAY EVERYTHING
2/28/15
NOTHING YOU GOT, THAT I WANT
THERE’S NOTHING YOU CAN SELL I WANT TO OWN
YOU HAVE NOTHING ON ME
I’M NOT GONNA PAY A DAMN THING
YOU HAVE NOTHING ON ME
I DON’T OWE YOU A DAMN THING
HEAVEN AIN’T FULL OF THINGS
IT’S NOT FULL OF ANYTHING
HEAVEN AIN’T FULL OF DIAMOND RINGS
IT AIN’T FULL OF ANYTHING
GAVE AWAY MY BOOKS
GAVE AWAY MY GOOD LOOKS
GAVE THE CHILDREN MY COMIC BOOKS
GAVE THE CHILDREN MY TOYS
CAUSE WHERE I’M GOING
I AIN’T GOING TO BE PLAYING ANY GAMES
CAUSE ALL WHERE ARE ALL GOING
AIN’T GOING TO BE ANY GAMES
I WEAR THE DARKEST CLOTHS ON THE BRIGHTEST DAYS
I WALK CIRCLES AND WALK AROUND IN MY DAZE
CAUSE I DON’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT ANYTHING
I DON’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT ANYTHING
CAUSE WHERE I’M GOING AND YOU’RE GOING
AIN’T FULL OF ANYTHING
I SAY WHERE WE’RE GOING, WHEN YOU GOING
NO REASON TO BRING ABOUT ANYTHING
I GAVE MY IDEAS, GAVE AWAY MY SURPRISE
I GAVE AWAY MY LOOKING, FOR ANOTHER SET EYES
CAUSE I DON’T NEED THEM AT ALL
CAUSE I DON’T NEED EM, I DON’T NEED EM AT ALL
GAVE AWAY MY DIRTY LOOKS
GAVE THEM RIGHT BACK TO YOU
I GAVE EVERYTHING I GAVE TO YOU, PLEASE RELEASE
DON’T WANT NO STORIES
TRUTH BE TOLD I WAS BORING
TRUTH BE TOLD I WAS BORING
TRUTH BE TOLD I WAS BORING
© 2015 S. D. MORRIS
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stupid fucking hole
04:03
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STUPID FUCKING HOLE
JULY 23, 2002
MAN WHO LAUGHS IN HIS SLEEP
SLEEP BRINGS HIS ONLY PEACE
HE HAS NO FRIENDS HE HAS NO MONEY
HE MAKES TIMES JUST TO SIT AND WORRY
AND ALL THIS TIME HE’S A PHONY
MAKES HIS LIFE WORTH WHILE BEING A PHONY
LIFE’S A HOLE IN YOUR HEADAND YOUR BRAIN FALLS OUT
IT HITS YOUR FEET IT HURTS YOUR FEET
IT CUTS YOUR FEET… STUPID FUCKING HOLE
MOTHER SAT HIM DOWN AND SAID
YOU CAN GIVE YOUR MUSIC TO GOD
BUT GOD WON’T GIVE YOU BACK YOUR SOUL
THE VOICE IN HER EYES
THEY’RE JUST PEDDLES
SHE LOVES HIM SHE LOVES HIM NOT
THE FALL AND THE DROP
A MOUNTAIN LAUGHS WHEN THE TREES WAVE WITH THE
WIND SWEEPING THE SKY TOWARD, BACKWARDS
AND FORWARDS AGAIN, AGAIN…
MUSIC AND LYRICS BY STEVEN DONALD MORRIS © S. D. M.
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i can live anywhere
05:16
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I CAN LIVE ANYWHERE
2011
I WOULDN’T THINK MUCH ABOUT LIVING ON A BUS
IT WOULD BE NO FAILURE TO BE LIVING IN A TRAILER
I HAVE SLEPT IN MY CAR WHEN THE RIDE AHEAD HAS BEEN TOO FAR
I CAN SLEEP ON THE COUCH AND NEVER EVER SAY OUCH
BUT I LIVE IN THIS BIG OL HOUSE WITH YOU
AND A DOG AND A CAT AND A DOG AND ME AND YOU
I COULD LIVE IN A TENT AND PAY THAT NEGATIVE RENT
I WOULD LIVE ON A TOWER JUST TO GIVE MY RADIO POWER
I’D FALL ASLEEP WELL IN A JAIL CAUSE I KNOW YOU’D PAY MY BAIL
I’D HAVE DINNER ON THE ROUGH AND EAT SOUP WITH MY TOOTH
I’D BE AT HOME IN THE GHETTO THAT’D BE NO SWEAT YO
I CAN FALL ASLEEP STANDING UP LIKE A COZY NEWBORN PUP
I WOULD SLEEP ON THE GROUND AND DREAM OF PET SOUNDS
I COULD LIVE ON THE STREETS FOR MORE DAYS MONTHS AND WEEKS
MUSIC AND LYRICS BY STEVEN DONALD MORRIS © S. D. M.
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yours to use
03:22
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YOURS TO USE
November 11, 2014
ALL THE SINNERS SING THE SAME
FALLING INTO THE FLAMES
HOLD ON TO YOUR PERFECT SHAME
AS I LOSE MY LOVE OF YOU
YOU PULL ALL MY FOCUS TO
THE LAST DAY I HOLD ALL THE BLAME
NO MORE PUSHING DOWN
OUT OF SADNESS HOPE IS FOUND
SILENCE MAKES THE MOST BEAUTIFUL SOUND.
WHEN I HAVE MY WAY WITH YOU
TEAR INTO THE PIECES OF YOU
AND KEEP A SECRET OF WHAT I FOUND
LOVE IS VICIOUS LOVE IS SLAIN
MY LOVE FOR YOU IS FULL OF PAIN
ALL I NEED IS FOR YOU TO FEEL THE SAME
LOVE IS LETTING GO
LOVE IS NEVER SAYING NO
THE FATE OF LOVE IS NEVER TOLD
I’LL GIVE UP FOR YOU
I’LL SUBMIT TO YOU
I AM YOURS TO USE
MUSIC AND LYRICS BY STEVEN DONALD MORRIS © S. D. M.
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MIGHT AS WELL PACK YOUR BAGS
2000
HAVE YOU EVER LIVED IN A ROOM TOO SMALL
YOU STRETCH OUT YOUR ARMS AND YOU TOUCH BOTH WALLS
YOUR BED STICKS OUT IN THE HALL
SO YOUR HEAD GETS COLD AND YOU’RE CLAUSTRAFIED
YOUR NECK WON’T BEND BECAUSE YOUR BONES ARE TIED
MIGHT AS WELL PACK YOUR BAGS
HAVE YOU EVER WORKED TOO MUCH TOO HARD
HAVEN’T SEEN THE SUN YOUR MOTHER YOUR TOES AND YOU WANT A GUN
YOU’D RATHER WEAR A STRAIGHT JACKET IN AN ASYLUM PLAYING CHECKERS WITH YOUR TEETH
LIVING TO YOUR OWN RHYTHM
GETTING BIGGER AND BIGGER SMALLER AND SMALLER
GETTING SLOWER AND SLOWER TALLER AND WIDER
CAN YOU WILL YOU HOW ARE YOU GETTING TO THE LULLABY
FIND YOU LOOK YOU WATCH YOU SET EYES
ON A CERTAIN APPEAL I WON’T AND I NEVER WILL
REVEAL MY CERTAIN APPEAL
MUSIC AND LYRICS BY STEVEN DONALD MORRIS © S. D. M.
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