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Simon Fox May 2016
Walk the hill, reach the top
Lead horizon, see it drop

Scale the mountain, taste the sky
Clouds are sour, stinging your eyes

And all thats clear in my mind

The house thats built from sticks and glue
Was never meant for the likes of you

I could never ignore
How you knocked down the door

On a saltwater floor, faces turn blue
I don't know what to do

Soft and warm, wrapped in despair
If I'm void of concerns, then for what do I care

Paint the walls white, a thousand layers
No memories to bite, and silence my prayers

And all thats clear in my mind

The house thats built from sticks and glue
Was never meant for the likes of you

I could never ignore
How you knocked down the door

On a saltwater floor, faces turn blue
I don't know what to do


Hear the song: simonfoxmusic.com
Simon Fox May 2016
Now you're gone
You're around me

Even more
You surround me

Always here, so close now
Disappear, I don't care how

Call it a dream, a fantasy scene
Falling, remembering

Don't you know, that you hold me
Something grows and I hold you

Accountable for cherished turmoil
Something undone, disturbing soil

Call it a dream, a fantasy scene
Falling, remembering

Calling me


Hear the song: simonfoxmusic.com
Snehith Kumbla May 2016
spout
mayflowers
on my arms

splash
in a fall of
cascade

sing
myself a
melody

fling
a paper
airplane

make arrow
heads of
words

step out
stare intent
at stars

string an
old guitar
to frenzy

run to
the beat
of my feet

very
very
slowly

count
up to
ten

a room
caught in
mid-waltz

hush in  
a storm's
aftermath  

debris
strewn
around
Colten Sorrells May 2016
well

...

I was pickin a diddly
on my gittinfiddle
the other day

'cos, well...
I'm a gittinfiddler

and as soon as I gripped
my fiddler
and picked,
just hard enough
to tickle the diddly-hole
a little bit
all of the sudden
it
let out
the single most
gittinfiddlediddliest
sound
that had ever
violated
my tender
juicy
ear holes


**** was crazy

anyways,
I didn't miss a stroke
as I fiddled out
the remainder
of that diddly
on my gittinfiddle
with my fiddlediddler
right in the sweet spot
...

just far enough
from the diddly-hole

and the result*
was
******'
gittinfiddlediddlilicious
Rina Vana May 2016
crimson vibrations thread the silk song of pink flesh making love to strings of nickel
the crumbling of bark is comforted by the crackling of a cardinal’s hues
time is white like egg shells fresh with feathers
a face of determination lost in the depth of a temporary frustration
attempting to unearth a solid floor for exploration
the trembling question,
can it really happen?
could we build a home from elmer’s glue and a muted microphone?
fluorescent minds dance in smoke rings like Hawaiians
his eyes bleed wine,
and we find ourselves alone with the bittersweet night
Colten Sorrells Apr 2016
I broke the last one
from abuse
it'd been worn out
and badly used
and when I told her
of the news
it seemed that she
was not amused
I played it hard
I played it fast
I told her that
was in the past

but she told me
she didn't care
it wasn't like
she had a spare
humidity,
the cold,
the sun,
to her it didn't
sound like fun

I told her
that was all okay
I wouldn't leave her
in the rain
and I would
strum her every day

I'd take my pick
and lightly strum
just hard enough
to make her hum
never have I
broke a string
and I'm precise
in *******

I've rhythm
that would curl her toes
and I can play
with my eyes closed

I'd give her
just what she deserves
I'd worship
every inch of her
the lyrics
I would not forget
not just one song
but a whole set
I'd play until
I'm tired and sore
and then I'd play
a couple more
A few years ago I bought my first guitar
I had no aspirations of becoming a star
I've never wanted to be recorded, produced, or sold
After you left I just needed something to hold

You're the only reason I play guitar
Playing is my way of healing your lost love scars
Sometimes I still wonder where you are
Yeah, you're the only reason I play guitar

Guitars are made for feeling
Guitars will stay around
Guitars are built for healing
My guitar won't let me down
Like you did, like you did, like you did

I must be at a crossroads in my life
Seems I can't tell the difference between wrong and right
And you ain't helping things by being gone
How I wish you could hear this guitar moan

You're the only reason I play guitar
Playing is my way of healing your lost love scars
Sometimes I still wonder where you are
Yeah, you're the only reason I play guitar

Guitars are made for feeling
Guitars will stay around
Guitars are built for healing
My guitar won't let me down
Like you did, like you did, like you did

You're the only reason I play guitar
Playing is my way of healing your lost love scars
Sometimes I still wonder where you are
Yeah, you're the only reason I play guitar
Thjis is a song. Traditional country.
Colten Sorrells Apr 2016
I'm a human radio
my body is a metronome
to wood and wires I am linked
I am one with this machine

my only expense is I can't see
if I'm learning or it's learning me
and I sound better by myself
than when I play
*for someone else
No music, no life.
Know music, know life
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