Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I get so sick of the lyrics
tired dog weary
they start off floaty nice
superbly enticing
lap dancing my senses
then twist a double string of lies
through lives that can't measure up
though by golly
by gee
they try
I should have gone for the Blues man
few words
and the rest
played just right
Country used to grab me
hold me tight
ring dry the salty tears
the sapping re
gret
stupid cornpone sucked up like cigarettes
dragged in
held
expelled
alone
oh so moonsong tender
lately it's been a mixmatch hash of
Pop and Rock
the lyrics throbbing hard against the raw
I move from the weepies
where sweet hope rings
to sting
every breath you take
and I swear I won't listen again
but then I'm swept away
maybe some day
you'll join me there
till then
I'll stroll fields of gold
alone


it's a brand new day

and the corn is growing to new heights