Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Jamalot

So I had in mind to write a country song. Maybe, if your country is Westeros. Verse, chorus, ran out of time. Back to worky work at the jobby job.

Fall
Building a castle to keep your sins
Stacking the bricks in the wall
Scaling your way to a lofty perch
You've only got farther to fall

Mighty and high is the rampart view
Keeping an eye on us all
But the number of backs that you climb upon
Are the number of miles you will crawl--
You've only got farther to fall.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Nice!

I've written a bunch of country songs. here's one:

I used to have a ducktail curl
you used to be such a pretty little girl
Now I don't have a hair on my head
and you're in the cemetery, deader than dead

Angeline, Angeline,
you ran away crying
there's really no sense to you dying
you were the one that I loved the best
instead you stuck a kitchen knife in your chest

You used to drive the other boys wild
you liked me best because I wanted a child
then one day you saw me kissing peggy sue
a little bit harder than I ever kissed you


Angeline, Angeline,
you ran away crying
there's really no sense to you dying
you were the one that I loved the best
instead you stuck a kitchen knife in your chest

- John

Maria Padhila said...

xxx it would be a kitchen knife.