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Thankfully Thwarted
Neck tilted up and to the right Fingers ready, too Sinuses clear Breath is calm Mouth open Back to you now Behind two closed doors Catching no eye contact With infinite whores I do not want to meet you You are not what I imagined My hearts are full, dammit And I'm happy at my desk
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"Button Fly"
My brothers and I have always been huge Pearl Jam fans. Definitely influenced us back when we were touring and recording in the early 2000's. Although we have all settled down and got married, real jobs, kids, etc...we still get together to record once in a while. Until now. Damn pandemic. Anyway, this is a track we…
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New Rough Mix of A Song I wrote Rumination/Catastrophizing
"I started writing this in February and intended to release it on a later album. But being as things the way they are, might as well let it breath. As I tend to gravitate towards putting words to feelings that I have trouble dealing with this one seemed somewhat appropriate for the situation. Maybe it's not the song you…
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Stoned and Shingix Dinged
Stoned and Shingrix Dinged Stoned and Shingrix dingedI wonder if I have what it takesTo make the final grade before the last glide down? The cat hears my thoughts andScatters herself down the hallClaws clicking to beat all hell. My readiness dulls the roarsThat hide behind my wallsBut I still hear them anyway. Stocked and…
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40 years later
Her name was Rena, I can't remember her last. 20 years after, She came back with a blast. I thought she was a friend, and would never do me harm, I was wrong. I was terribly wrong. She came to my house, And asked me to go with her. To visit her boyfriend, She didn't want to go alone. I told her I didn't want to, She…
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Our Cover-Prediction of SUPERBLOOD WOLFMOON
Hi Jammers! We're Black Market Aftermath, an alt.rock band formed in 2015. Right after Pearl Jam released the 15 seconds preview to their song "Superblood Wolfmoon", we thought to write on a rush our own cover-"prediction" of Superblood, to imagine how the complete song was going to be. We wrote it in 15 hours to be able…
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To be Covered
To be Covered... Forgiveness isn’t hard when love was always the biggest part maybe the giant rupture, an earthquake to separate?truth leaves one naked most timesrather we buried the treasure of honesty under some leavesunder some ashes?behind a tree trunk?maybe whisper a word behind the noise of a chainsaw?or a…
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My new band: Listen and share your thoughts & support our music! :)
Hi everyone! My name is Francesco, PJ came into my life in 2001, in 2006 i met Eddie Vedder....my life was heavily influenced by PJ music. One of the consequences, is that nowadays I'm a professional Film and TV Composer. I also have a band, we're Black Market Aftermath and this is our new, debut album: Bandcamp link:…
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elliot smith
your never going to die but i understand how i mourn what you say said i understand how you mourn okay im here to release your fear its an honor to go out in a painful way but if you say that you will leave me then i have to fight it off on my own you see im already gone im already living forever yet when i come down or…
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No Ticket, No Entry
comatose for 6 years waking up to vultures in my ears 400, 800, 1500....just one you know you want it tears want to fall, I've shed too many already I'm broke.
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oklahoma musician here...
it was 71 degrees out this past sunday here in oklahoma, decided to get out and play some new'sh music. see what you think! https://www.facebook.com/509996344/posts/10156610081396345/?d=n
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Tell Us Your Story - Hot Valley Writers is Open for Submissions
The winter issue of Hot Valley Writers will drop some time in January 2020 and we're looking for short fiction, non-fiction, and poetry. Please submit! Any questions, DM me. Thanks!
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Unemployment Blues
Walking a sidewalk of blue suits flashing their lit Garmins at me, I hid myself in shelves of grey threadbare and shiny. Understand I had goals, too, lightening like the biggest sun, but goals don't fix my flattened shoes, or catch rainbows. They don't empty unemployment blues. I walk past a scented pushcart scented from…
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Jailhouse Rot
I don't have a brother anymore He lived most his days behind bars Wrote a cheque to him every year To buy his Christmas chocolate bars Never could make it when he got out Always ended up right back in Pretty hard to start from scratch Kicked to the curb with no scratch Yeah he felt free living in the park Maybe missed his…
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Reflections
It was raining Pouring really One of those rains you dont forget Where it takes just one slight moment to soak you to your core. It was so.... loud The drops beating on the roof of my car. It was then when I decided it best to tell her how I felt about her. To "lay it on the line". A very brief moment of vulnerability. A…
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nameless (the life & times of all his events - natural or ficticious) part I
a jingle sounds no... wait it's uncle's burning leg infected motorcycle road-peg torn meat mess you bastard standing in chaos some sitting just as blowed amazement swirls here this world you'd see my soft flower take it all in maybe a giant machine shop fan or a one hundred & twenty pound dumbbell rusting a bit…
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Death is final
Death is final at least, there's no evidence its not no despite dreams & wishes there's a departure death is a closed door SOLID it won't budge I feel sad for people knocking on that door tapping hoping tap-tap-wait tap-tap-wait there's no response coming and there never will be from death's door one just has to walk away…
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Everlonging
The thing that gets me the most besides missing just sitting (with you) is the question: Why did I want to go? Was that free will? I mean, you had said you'd ask me out if I went there but always liked Courtney if I said no. But fuck. That loud obnoxious Oz voice was def not fair game. Doesn’t the suggestive part of the…
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illustration window (part VII)
morning glass hangs there inside the door i stand here having my milk a world away but nearby spins & flies by 5 - 7 = -1 a rather cheerful bird for seeds autumn's slipping in haphazardly bringing with it close thoughts happiness a simple morning am/fm radio is turned off oaks & maples exposed running wild in place a…
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render
my man likes a ghost no seriously you try loving one who is grateful dead I walked one mile in these silent serious shoes you be quiet all these times no seriously I love my man but this is different this is like silence and when the wind blows and when I look down on my jean ends and these empty shoes this are those times