So I’ve been down….

I’ve written two songs recently. Both are rather… depressing I suppose. One isn’t about anything in particular, but is rather just an expression of feeling. On the other hand you have 5 more fingers, and a song that is about something. If you want to, guess which one is about something and tell me your answer, then guess what it’s about. Sorry I haven’t updated recently…. life’s been…. intriguing and busy.

A Sailor Slowly Drowning
Take a trip down the rabbit hole,
All you’ll find is dirt,
A fever comes like a cannonball,
And fills you full of hurt,
I sold a drunk his soul,
And he paid me with his shirt,
But no one ever listens,
And they never ever will,

And then I heard a breathing,
Of those I thought were dead,
They’ll never find their answers,
When they’re so sick from dread,

And an acrobatics alcohol,
Will kill him in the end,
And children at the steering wheel,
Can’t see around the bend,
And those caught in the crossfire,
With letters they must send,
They could have died at home you know,
And no one would have cared,

And when I heard a breathing,
From those I thought were dead,
I tried to bury them again,
Just so I could rest,

If I should ever find a dream,
I’ll crush it with my hands,
And then I’ll move to Alaska,
Or faraway new lands,

Hate the sin and kill the sinner,
I buy body bags in bulk,
Take advantage of the lonely man,
He’s a simpler kind of folk,
Like white creatures as big as fourscore men,
In an unsavoury form of joke,
I”ll find out what the gun was for,
And end it all tonight,

And when I heard a breathing,
From those I thought were dead,
I tried to bury them again,
Just so I could rest,

If I should ever find a dream,
I’ll crush it with my hands,
And then I’ll move to Alaska,
Or faraway new lands,

If I should ever find you here,
I’ll kill you with my hands,
Torn apart in a bloody mess,
And a pile of dirty rags,

Ashes In A Can
I bring it up again,
Because it’s lost inside,
And I know you hate it,
But it’s on my mind,
I know you hate it,
When I’m lost in dreams,
And I’ve been thinking,
What it all really means,

And I see you,
And I feel you,
And I know you,
And I am you,

You’re just ashes in a can,
When it’s all broken down,
Why can’t you be a man,
When faced with hells hound,

I’m going for a walk tonight,
And there’s a killer in the heat,
And you make him go away,
When you hide beneath the sheets,
And it doesnt feel so empty,
In the house of the black sun,
Where everybody congregates,
To tell me what I’ve done,

And I see you,
And I feel you,
And I know you,
And I am you,

You’re just ashes in a can,
When it’s all broken down,
Why can’t you be a man,
When faced with hells hound,

And I see you,
And I feel you,
And I know you,
And I am you,

You’re just ashes in a can,
When it’s all broken down,
Why can’t you be a man,
When faced with hells hound,

~ by Ace Sunshine on February 3, 2008.

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