Write me hard
I need some Black Snake words
Slip me in between some sweet blue notes
And drown me in your tears
Write me hard
I need some Black Snake words
Sing me all the way down
And let me rise up out of here
When the music comes I got no more fears
Write me hard
Slip in some sweet blue notes
Play me like a slide guitar
I need some Black Snake words
So tell me, tell me you're comin' back to town
Let me write you, write you hard
Thursday, August 21, 2008
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I feel that way sometimes.
Like music is oxygen, and a shoulder to rest your head on when everything around you is pain and longing. Music is sublime understanding.
It can push us to write it out, too. Which is always a good thing.
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