Music Stories

too many nights have gone on without sleeptoo many promises made that I couldn’t keep too many (record skip sound) being sniffed up into meto ever really care much about anythingmirrors they show reflection, but they don’t show through skinso there's been too many times where I’ve held it all intoo many times I haven’t known where to beginto tell her how I feel before the night ends

She lit up like some sort of Christmas treeAll golden and godlike and all bright and greenAnd I wish you could have seenMy insides swim inside of meLike bullets they shot through beamsAbsorbed in the cracks and sunk into the seamsMy heart actually skipped a beatI guess, metaphorically, it was at a loss to speakAnd walking out along the beach and the sandDrinking with her and almost holding handsHappiness sometimes it can'...

Getting lost in my musicForgetting the world around me Letting the volumeOvertake my thoughtsDreams of places and faces of long agoClose my eyes just drifting awayDreams of places I have not beenSounds the beats over take meTime to get lost forget about life for a whileThumping rock or something softerDoesn't matter just need An escape for a while Turn it up loud Drown the real world out Lost in the tunes Lost in my thoug...

Music-lovers stand jam-packed in the arenaSurrounded by my musical family of all creeds, races, and ages Differences discarded like last season’s fashions Jubilation spills forth in grins matched like handbagsto shimmering eyesAirborne snippets of snatched conversation propagate like viruses‘Did you hear?’‘First time in years…’‘Oh My God!’‘Thought they split up…’Grows into a buzzing kaleidoscope of noiseExcitement tinges...

RainRain sings an ongoing melody,The choir standing tall and proud,Basking in the world, his spotlight,The ground absorbs the continuous harmony.Rain knocks on your window at night,Like a young lover throwing the pebbles,Hoping to be unheard by the unwanted,Awaiting to be let in.Rain caresses the umbrella,Before sharing his warm embrace with you,Leaving cold tracks down your cheeks,Hoping to be remembered.Then rain hears...

I can't get action nowhereI can't get satisfaction nowhereJust rage and hate and shouting and crying,But it won't bring my brother back anyhow.Why? Tell me why,Why? Why? Why did my brother have to die?The police say it was a gang warThe neighbor says he was with the wrong whoreThe kids on the corner say it was a turf war.I just know I won't see him any more.Why? Tell me why,Why? Why? Why did my brother have to die?He was...