Shoudiggity

Coming home, open the door
kick off my shoes, drop the bag to the floor
light up a smoke, pour me a drink
toss this morning's breakfast dishes into the sink
A flick of the mouse, I see you there
all of the day's bullshit, I no longer care
the flashing at the bottom of the screen
informs me you're there, and that I've been seen
you call me a faggot, i tell you you're fat
you tell me you're masturbating
(like I need to hear that)
we talk about nonsense
we cracks jokes
I smile
I can suddenly forget who I am, for a while
not sure what you're feeling
pretty sure that you care
but you make my day brighter
just knowing you're there.

i met you on an electron beam
when my life was hardly what it seemed
i was home alone with my broken heart
your entire world had been torn apart
i sent you a line, you responded in kind
"why don't I come up and visit sometime"
chicken, beer, two hours in the park
i headed for home once the sky got dark
this nonsense went on for a month or two
until I finally decided what I had to do
so I packed my bags and I packed up the cat
and i found me a hole right above your flat
we fell madly in love
it was a hell of a ride
it all fell apart
but left something inside
now your packing your bags and
you're heading off west
to follow your dream and to take that first test
drama had followed but now I can say
you're my best friend in the world
and that, forever, you'll stay.

good luck, Jenny. I'll miss you and I love you.

Current Mood: exhausted

Once upon a haunted eve
you had a trick stuffed up your sleeve
you reeled me in and grabed ahold
it's about time you got so bold
tired of waiting tired of playing
tired of sleeping alone
you ran and you lept and tackled me down
and showed me the way to get home

I'm going to be freeforming some ballads later this week, but in the meantime here's another drinking song to hold you guys over.

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it was crazy jerry's birthday so we went out to the pub
he was was sadly broken from the girl he used to love
so we bought him pints, sang him songs and spun him 'round the bar
and mingled with the patrons who had come from near or far
i had fifty in my pocket so i bought the boys a round
and met a pretty lady from the other side of town
she says "you seem nice, come with me tonight and we'll have some fun."
I says "I can't, but I'll stay and chat, until my boyos have to run."
and run they did down Meridian St. and we gave the city hell
mickey got too frisky and he wound up in a cell
we threw down all our money and we bailed him out that night
two hours later that stupid bastard got into another fight
so we left him in the drunk tank and we ran back to the bar
the boozer's shut down for the night and we couldn't find our car
so we walked a mile to pancho's house and we sang away the night
the sky was torn asunder by the arrival of the light
I stepped onto the back porch and i lit myself a smoke
and I wandered back to my place to sleep and to do it all again

Hand me a pint, no hand me two
I'm not going anywhere
and neither are you
The band is ringing
the drunks are singing
the ladies are looking pretty
and the lads are looking sharp
Jem Finer brought his banjo
and no one plays the harp
the black guy at the end of the bar
is buying rounds for the house
I bum him a smoke, throw rum in his coke
and then proceed to get loused
Victoria's in the corner
acting sullen and dramatic
Charlie doesn't know what's wrong
and he begins to panic
Get out of the house, you stupid twits
we don't have time for your emo shit
The Guinness flows freely down my throat
one more beer won't make me choke
she's winking at me, everything's all right
and I don't plan on going home tonight.

I had four pints
I had a smoke
and then I left the bar
I kicked a rock right down the street
and stumbled to me car
You took me hand then you
took me keys
you said "you won't go far"
you smiled and then you kissed me cheek
and then you took the driver's seat
and took me home and pushed me into bed
i woke up seven hours later with an ache inside me head
i hardly remembered the drunken dreams that hunted me through the night
i turned my eyes towards you and i knew i'd be all right.

You're not a normal girl, then again I'm not a normal boy
You're not an action figure and you're certainly not a toy
You drive me up the wall and I'm sure I drive you mad
But you're the most wonderful woman that I think I ever had
the pleasure of holding onto your love is like a raft
you make me feel wanted
you make me feel strapped
for for something to acuse you of but all I can do is laugh
for all I want is to hold you and kiss behind your ear
and tell you that I love you every day and beyond this year

one thirty in the morning and the moonlight hits my face
the fan in the window blows my hair as I reach into your space
my finger slides across your cheek as I listen to you breathe
and I keep my eyes upon you afraid that you may leave
like a treasure, like a diamond stolen quietly by a thief
but your here so I smile and I sigh and I slowly drift off back to sleep

Your name, your face radiates through my head
my teeth, my bones
as I lie in bed.
The thousands of times you made me smile
made me wait
made me cry
made so angry at myself
for chasing someone so far away
thinking I'll never have my day
a chance to show how i've fallen for
her. and then you show up at my door
in my dreams you do
as you radiate until I awake
My eyes open and I wonder
have I been wrong?
to persue this wonderful person
even this long
and then I turn my eyes to the computer screen
and see that you're still on

papa murphy sat on the porch and cried himself to sleep
tired of reflecting and feeling oh so deep
when the sun came up he reached for the whiskey
and the young lady who was oh so frisky
the week before had said
i used to love you once upon a time
now i just wish you were dead
the necktie is a noose and the birds above his head
sang lullabies and funeral hymns and left presents by his shoes
papa murphy picked himself up, had another drink
and walked away his blues

its another day, another fuckin day so let's go have a drink
we'll sort out our problems together and its cheaper than a shrink
the greek and the irishman had a glass and wandered down the street
the bills are due and the women are crazy but we're both still on our feet
the greek he took another drink and the irish lit a smoke
and the dutchman came around again with his whiskey rum and coke
they laughed and danced as the movie played
and the irish began to sing
with all the problems in this fucking world
it's a joy what relief good friends can bring