Just A Few More Dollars

Stand Tall

Did you hear? Life is expensive. 
I just couldn’t afford to live. 
I wanted to find some sleep, but 
that wasn’t much easier.

I wanted to save some money, 
I wanted to blow my brains out, 
I couldn’t afford to buy a gun. 
The liquor store was open instead.

I think it may be better of this way, 
Getting drunk can be pretty cheap anyway. 
I’ll just puke my brains out instead, 
it won’t be easier, but i’ll have more fun.

now dont think twice about this 
because this is my life 
and dont make any mistakes about this 
because i’ll just do what i want. 

a push and shove back 
life knocks me to the floor 
but the music in my head rings so loud 
“If you fall stand tall and come back for more”

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I walked to see the sunrise
My clouded mind shrouded in shroom
I boomed and boomed
I walked to see the sunrise
But I was up chasing dragons instead.

Somewhere at a point in time
Exists an infinite space where
Magical creatures lay things to waste
I walked to see the sunrise
But it wouldn’t rise.

Leaves and trees, things are green
Life is energy, it is consumption
There’s more than one way to live your life.
These dragons are the things that speak to me
The only truth I ever did fondly see.

I walked to see the sunrise
But it just didn’t want to come out.
Maybe just not for me.
In all its glory and beauty
It wouldn’t want to show me.

I walked to see the sunrise
I swear it was gonna set me free.
These dragons snaked and coiled around
I swear they were begging for me.
Im just seeing things, these are dragons to me.

I walked to see the sunrise
It was gonna just for me
But instead I chased dragons
I walked to see the sunrise
But it wouldn’t for me.

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signed with love
BHN 

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Feint Trace of Things Left Behind

I wasn’t always the best person, really like a boy without a cause. 
I wasn’t always clear of my intentions, confusion arose, fury ary. 
I wasn’t always the best friend, making decisions for myself. 
I wasn’t always the man I could have been. 
For my few regrets more like a boy lost in his time.

[Chorus] 
My Memories they echo through time and space. I’m just lost in this race, cannot seem to find any trace of where I will be singing this song today.

I wasn’t always acting appropriately, but It’s a hard life right? Strugglers will struggle. 
I was what I was, I did the things I did, my actions rippled space and time, people within. 
I’m just a human, I’ll make mistakes, and try to change. Don’t try to understand, try to help. 
For my greatest aspiration, a great change of mind, more like a boy rooted within, within his time.

[chorus]

The person I am now, won’t always be there. More like the feint trace of whispers left behind. 
I can only try to be the better person, try to understand, try to create better times. 
Mostly I feel pathetic inside, confused. I can only hope for a short stretch of time.

[chorus] 
x2 

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“Like Nicky and Jane”

We’re all natural born killers in our own respective ways. Destroying the likes of dreams, and turning their souls inside and out.

But like Nicky and Jane we know the demon inside of us must feed and grow and grow.

There’s something brewing in this magnetic air. This boiling pot hasn’t been stirred, and is now gurgling and overflowing.

We’re all kind of strange in our own respective ways. How strange can it be to exist at all sometimes?

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Like the Mallory’s we know the demon inside us can only be killed by love and love alone.

“So Soft”

something so soft it whispers in a different way
the way feelings are felt, and fleetings are fled
my bee stings, and those dirty things, a revelation, a stead
you could say I walk a crooked line
oh boy, you were lookin so fine.

this is where I stay, and this is what I head.
a preveleance of love, in a land promised to be free.
the things you see as different are just the forest trees.
awake sleeping forest, awaken and be free.

everyones so angry, so frustrated, and tired.
we’ll guess what, im angry too. used up and dire.
we waste time chasing the ghosts of those feelings felt in the past.
but it’s time to move forward, together, angry, and onward.

Enjoy friends.

“Funky Stuff”

i dont want your understanding
your silly little gestures, they hold no sympathy.
you’re an ice cold stone, hollow and old
how could you ever learn what i have to hold?

listen closely now cuz, ah fuck it, i’ll just lose you.
there’s a rythm, and a funky melody to this song
yea and now just let it groove you.
Now. What was I saying again? Oh yea.
the long lost lonely troder, abandoned,
takes a seat near the misguided souls.

is this how it goes? i just don’t know.
im repeating my life in circles, these gears don’t slow.
like clock work around, we grind and grind
like tick tocks around, we’re always on time.

a lttle misguided, like distressed ya know?
a flow of magic water, like relief ya know?

take it easy baby. This isn’t music, this is scripture.
light hearted, but soulbound.

i know that you might not understand this.
not just yet. but we’ve all drawn our sides.
alliances. kingdoms of times past.
how many decisions are already made for you?
no, don’t think, not word, not even to this song.
just because it’s bad for you! ha!

Enjoy,
B

“Worries washed away.”

My tounge is burnt it feels metallic
These words are thick they’ll feel dramatic
My lungs they itch, a steadiness drifts
These hands are bricks, akin to rifts

A good friend once said to me,
“Having nothing is the same as having everything,
in that they are both just as far away from us.”
So we create until death brings us to.

[chorus ]
Our instincts are intrinsic,
We do not create them.
A manifest destiny it’s yours to lose, but
We cant choose what makes up me and you.

Destiny isn’t purchased, no hope at the super market.
Yet our lives fluffed, we’ve keept ourselves so removed.
We always want answers, but tired of being so reproved.
Veiled and subdued, kept in check, we’re contained, confused.

Now it’s only a matter of time, soon you’ll see.
Behind closed doors hands will shake,
The next day a great politician will say
“What is a life that we do not create!?”

But for ourselves we’ll all wonder, “how? if not to fake?”
A sleit of hand deceives us, kept at attention, we’ll listen.
“Now if you’ll please follow me i can show you,
The secrets to life which have troubled you alike”

A potion they’ll brew concocted in hate, stirred in anger
with no concept of fate. a dash of hopeless, a pinch of fake
“A las, my friends, drink from the couldron and let
all your worries wash away, ha, lest you betray?”

[chorus]

So the people will drink, for their fears are so dear
they’ll betray themselves, tho how is not so clear
Then it’ll be too late to turn back, our mistakes will define that.
Tho they will not define our character, our reactions will do that,
and they will not define who we are, because only you can do that.

but out of the darkness We’ll find a united conscience,
a light with an effort to break the spell.
A globe united in effort,
for the love of the effort itself.

[chorus ]