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Jellyfish Dec 2015
My fingers touch the strings
everything's connecting
we're not strangers..
The title may seem odd, but for me this is about my guitar. I haven't played it in a while, and today as I did I was reminded why I began to in the first place. I used to always play when I was sad or happy, similar to the way I write poetry now. Maybe I will slip back into song writing. Who knows.
Simon Fox Dec 2015
Orange sky, fear the night

White
White sky, denied

Did you get there first
Were you born before me
Simon Fox Dec 2015
Desire, desire, I'm burning up inside
Desire, desire, something stuck on my mind

The time has come to feed
Give to me what it is that I need

I'm bursting at the seams
Come, you belong to me
                  
You're just another thing that I require
Desire, desire

Control, control, the only clean, clear goal
Little puppet in my show, now I dictate which way to go

Pulled to the left, pushed to the right
Through the day and into the night

Now everything wrong is right
Come, move towards the light

Nearer now, we close the blind
I'll seal the sides and seize your precious mind

All my movements, passing ventures
Never learning life's true lessons
Hear the song: https://soundcloud.com/simonfox/sets/demo-2
Simon Fox Dec 2015
Wrap your arms around me
More like chains, tighter, I can feel

Them pulling, forcing me down to my knees
I'm well behaved, doing as you please

I'm in the corner, you're holding my hand
Now shaking, squirming, just as you command

I shall not breath, nor dare to resist
Locked in the dark, to exist how you insist
Hear the song: https://soundcloud.com/simonfox/sets/demo-1
Jellyfish Dec 2015
I can't remember the last time I played my guitar and I know when he gets home he'll ask me whether or not I've been playing like the star that he wants me to be well no, I'm sorry.. Please don't hate me for not wanting to carry out your childhood dreams that somehow became my own I just want to survive without becoming too broken before the end.
oui Dec 2015
your sound is so familiar
your look is so peculiar-
i can't believe i didn't see
it's you, oh my old friend

and now it feels quite right
I've missed you in my sight
strings in my hand i understand
it's been far too long
Torin Dec 2015
And when it happens
The weight of the world is a burden for my shoulders
And the train wreck are the thoughts in my mind
And the stress feels like I can't escape
I like to pick up an old guitar
And tune it
Music is a great escape from the world
AmyKatrinaSmith Nov 2015
Sitting here across the bar
watching you with your Spanish playing guitar
you look my way, with your brown eyes
I got a feeling you want me tonight...

Oh how I want to be in your arms
and for you to strum me with your fingers, like the strings of your guitar...

hold me tight,
I will ****** you tonight.

with a glance your way, I think you no what to say...
with your long hair in your face, daring me to chase
this dance around each other, will only lead to a long lustful night
But it feels so right.
There's no way out
It's too late, now that I've found you
Caught beneath a falling cloud
I'm drenched in love when I'm around you

Don't make a sound
Or let the noisiness compound you
Wading through the drawing crowd
Dressed for those who might surround you

Bring me back to somber days
When you were there to light my way
Like a mid noon cabaret
You give my world a needed change
Now that all the dues are paid
I'm not afraid
To sing your serenade

Icy breath snatches my tongue
Holding on to thoughts about you
Await the rays of morning sun
That melt away the nights without you

Take me back to yesterday
When you were there to light my way
Tomorrow's only years away
With time to blend the shades of gray
And still I see
The way you look at me
When I sing your serenade
Lyrics in song form to a tune for guitar & voice.
AJ Nov 2015
He sits at the end
Of this long hallway
Strumming the strings
On his sun-kissed guitar,
Gliding his fingertips over
The neck and humming
Tunes only heard in
Dreams dreamt by angels.

He sits at the end
Of this long hallway,
Absorbing the words
He wails, letting the pangs
Of his impossible love
Fade away with each
Stroke of the chords
That reverberate off
The walls and crash
Like waves onto a shore
Of crimson-red sand.

He sits at the end
Of this long hallway,
Eyes shut over his thoughts,
Waiting for her to sit
Across from him and sing
Along, show him how to soar
With the clouds that line
The night sky spilling
In from the transparent walls
That surround his heart.

He sits at the end
Of this long hallway,
Cheeks glistening with
Unholy water that
Burns the cuts above his lips
And rappels from his chin
Onto his sliding fingers.

He sits at the end
Of this long hallway,
Becoming the vibrations
That lie within the sound,
That sleep within the hymns
He cries so that she
May hear, understand that
Music can't be made without
Something to bleed onto.

He sits at the end
Of this long hallway,
Head shaking over his
Guitar, hoping that the sound
Will spin her into his tired arms.

But the songs won't ring
Loud enough to tell him
Why dreams are forgotten
When the music fades away.
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