james_

so. like, i write lyrics and stuff.
and here's on i wrote today. it's the first of a sequence of six songs, collectively called "waiting for october" about someone who goes to prison for six months.
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Black Maria (May)

My tumbril shakes with speed humps
Secured windows show a view
Houses pass
Terracotta roofs and back yards
Dirty washing baking on strings
Passing supermarkets and cornershops
Greasy air hanging around burnt out cars
Stained all this grass like rust
Brick walls
Sunshine bursts
A shackled walk
This freedom light will last a lifetime

JID
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other than that. i have a trapped nerve in my shoulder and feel quite crappy. and i'm pulling an all nighter because it is now too late to be able to go to sleep and wake up on time for work.