Small project of mine

    This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse this site, you are agreeing to our Cookie Policy.

    • Small project of mine

      Well, that is another thing that I have writer's block on.

      Well, I put together a small song, just the words for right now (Because I 1. Don't have a guitar and 2. Have no idea how to play the guitar).

      I realize this song sucks, but was just wondering what y'all think, what I should take out, what I should keep in? Originally was planning on writing an upbeat song, but it kinda didn't turn out that way. Anywhere close to upbeat. Didn't really know how to end it, either. Want a last verse to it, but again, didn't know how to end it.

      The Glass

      Staring at the bottom of that Jack filled glass,
      Need to keep going after the flask that you killed,
      Something to keep the memories back when your mind kicks your ass,
      Reminding you of that part of your heart that is no longer filled.
      The pain hurts, but the Whiskey is tough,
      You keep having more, but it just never seems to be enough.
      All of those chills and thrills that once made your life,
      A place of your own and a beautiful wife,
      All goes down the drain like a cold shower after a night of getting beaten down by the past,
      So you go back to the glass again, back to the glass.

      The glass never let you down,
      Never went and fooled around,
      Didn't matter if the glass was half empty or half full,
      Because the glass made you forget you were a fool.

      Months go by and all you do is try,
      And the days start to get easier,
      But it only gets easier after the bottle goes dry,
      And that glass is empty on the table.
      Your friends are all around and are the best there are,
      The ones to cheer you up or help you in a fight at the bar,
      But sometimes you have to turn to your old friends Jack and Jim
      When the demons in your soul come back again.

      The glass still won't let you down,
      Back at home or the bar out in town,
      Didn't matter if the demons were swimming through your mind,
      The glass was there everytime.

      It's been a year since everything changed,
      A year since you lost the second half of your heart,
      But now it's starting to rearrange
      You see the glass a little less now
      And it is easier to breathe
      As the pain starts to leave,
      And even as that old Brad Paisley song comes back on,
      It doesn't kill you as much as it did then,
      Because through the pain the Whiskey made you strong,
      To the point where memories of her don't make you go back to the glass again.

      But you remember how the glass never let you down,
      And all of those Demons were pushed away by that Country song,
      Healed by Bocephus, Church, Aldean and Strait,
      Got rid of all of that old hurt and hate.

      You now realize that you never really needed the glass all along,
      Because it was your own broken heart that made you strong,
      Healed by the love of your friends
      And some good ole times with them,
      The glass was only along for the ride.
      The poison that held the demons back,
      That made them run and hide,
      But the glass was just a temporary fix,
      Not a knockout punch, but a quick trick.

      The glass was always around,
      When you were out at the bar listenin to that country sound,
      But it just fueled the fire,
      Made it climb higher and higher.

      But now your days are brighter,
      Rollin around with a beautiful woman with the heart of a fighter,
      The one true thing that kills the demons inside,
      The strongest power of all,
      A love that feels just right.
      Don't need no glass to run to,
      Just a girl with a wild side that is a country mile wide,
      A sinner with a heart of an angel,
      One that will be along side you every second of the ride.
      &quot;Logh do namhaid, ach cuimhnigh ainm an bastaird ar.&quot;<br />An Irish saying, &quot;Forgive your enemy, but never forget the bastard&#039;s name.&quot;
    • Re: Small project of mine

      nice good luck with in future :)
      You wanna disrespect me, you little fuckin&#039; punk?<br />Everything I&#039;ve done to be who I am? As far as I&#039;ve fuckin&#039; come?<br />I&#039;ll slap you so fuckin&#039; hard, It&#039;ll feel like you kissed a freight train.<br />Fuck you!