Don't call me pretty baby because your beautiful, I'm sorry for the stains.
Don't ever stop: a lesson my best friend taught me long ago. Why end something that is yet to finish transforming? If somethings wrong, fix it while you go and don't delay yourself by stopping. Funny, as this is completely a musical concept I'm describing, yet can be transpired to relate to just daily life.
Blah, enough life philosophy. That shit just takes the weight out of living.
Sometimes I like to freak out when I'm playing guitar, and all I produce is my own unique distortion of what was meant to be played. Twisting every note by throwing myself around alleviates any responsibility to play the song the same every time. Plus I've got plenty of energy to release.
"I'm a million miles away, when you get this letter. I write to remember!"
Look out for the sounds emitting from my house. Mothball, Danny, Mike, and Bradley, have some serious tunes you might not be ready to hear. Our sound is contagious, sparking fire into every single emotion we transgress. When shit hits the fan, my house shakes from the shatteringly loud thoughts erupting from my bedroom. Thats right: I sleep where music is created.
Inspiration? Without a doubt, I enjoy sleepless night staring at a drumset and laid to rest guitar and dream about what to play next. Mark my word: I've stumbled onto some serious chemistry and potential with this musical revolution.
Yeah, I wanted this post to be longer but I've got some thoughts to consider right now...
"You'll Never Die and You'll Never Grow Old"
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