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Saturday, September 19, 2009
i got a pocketful of picks.
but not a penny to my name.
a slave to the groove
in search of fortune and fame.
still living young but steadily getting older.
and long drunken nights outnumber the nights of being sober.
singing songs about love
singing songs about drink.
singing songs that try and make em think
that there's hope.
or a rope to to grab on to.
you don't have to make em up if you lead an interesting life.
you can't write about a breakup until you have an ex-wife.
you can't write about being drunk until you've had too much to drink.
and you can't write about the edge until you've been to the brink.
it takes years off your life but brings soul to your rhymes.
but sometimes a good song is worth a lifetime of hard times.
yep,
scott
posted by Scott at 3:24 AM
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