Bits and pieces

New lyrics fun. No music yet. Working on it. Wrote this tonight (last night, whatever) based off of a storoy that Will Schlickenmaier told me. I know it all too well myself.

Ripping down the boulevard
Always out to break a heart
Take it slow – good pain takes time

Just another bedpost notch
Play the field but at what cost
always chasing after something you can’t find

You come back for one bit more
My world unwinds when I open the door
Still I pick you up:
Bits and pieces on my floor

You’ll be in his bed again
And you’ll say “It’s the end”
But I know it’s just a matter of time

Breathe another lonely whisper
Always play the lone deserter
You’re looking for the next best lie

You come back for one bit more
My world unwinds when I open the door
Still I pick you up:
Bits and pieces on my floor

I’m waiting for your voice
Drowning in the constant noise
Another wave to pound me on the shore

Locked up in your lovely prison
A life that’s build on indecision
You always grab for one bit more

You come back for one bit more
My world unwinds when I open the door
But I can’t pick you up:
Bits and pieces on my floor


Yeah. :)

  1. chris says:

    John, this is the best you've written, imho. Fekkin brilliant!

  2. Zhrh says:

    As I carved the turns tohgurh the famous red northern california soil I thought about the therapy of riding alone.a0 Riding solo can be very calming to my soul.a0 I have a chance to stop and take photos or just look around and appreciate my surroundings.a0 A fellow blogger has recently posted about this very phenomenon.a0 He dedicated a recent post to quite the opposite idea creating friendship tohgurh cycling.a0 See adventuremonkey.com.

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