My roommates went to a party...

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and i'm stuck here all alone. Not because I got left behind, but because I'm just feeling too lazy to drag myself out of the house tonight. So I've just been sitting around chain smoking my clove cigarettes (because I guess I'm a closet goth), drinking every stray beer I can find in the fridge, and writing songs. I've taken a break from the music for a minute because my fingers are starting to hurt (from playing guitar, not scratching my ass, thanks). And so here I am, so bored I'm actually posting in this damn thing for the first time in about 6 months. Over the past month or two it seems, a new muse has struck me. I don't know where she came from, or if maybe she's been around for years and I've just pushed her away; but i've recently been cranking out these sad, 50's sounding country songs like it's my job. I sit around at work, drowning my innards in frappuccino every day, listening to bluegrass and classic country on the radio, and these lyrics just start coming to me out of nowhere. There have been so many times where I've tried like hell to come up with decent lyrics, poetry, prose, etc., and I'll come up with maybe a line or a phrase or two and just give up. But this stuff just pops up in my head as naturally and quickly as the need to eat or make a poo. I guess it's because this particular genre doesn't involve the use of flowery, pretentious language and ridiculously complex song structures. Whatever it is, I like it. Maybe the simple fact that I'm getting older might have something to do with it. That and the fact that I listen to less metal and more rockabilly nowadays (though you wouldn't guess by looking at my cd collection). I mean, I've always had a thing for melancholy and emotionally evocative music, but I absolutely fucking despise all this pop punk-emo-screamo garbage that so many teenagers are listing to now. It wasn't even all that long ago that I was a teenager myself, and I already feel completly out of touch with what's going on. The shit is just so whiny and horribly exaggerated it's fucking pathetic. It just seems fake to me. Everything I've been writing lately not only sounds good(to me at least), but is about something or another that is completly real that has happened to me at some point. It's all really down to earth, but it still has a lot of feeling in it. So what i think I'm gonna do is start using this livejournal as a means to keep a record of some of the stuff I come up with. Since I never have anything at work to write on or with, I pretty much have to memorize everything, and it's easy to forget after a couple days if I come up with more than just a stanza or two. So I'll begin with one I started on today. It's still a work in progress, and probably will be for awhile due to my procrastination habit and near inability to ever complete anything I start. It's called "My New Girlfriend's Name is Whiskey". When my most recent ex-girlfriend and I parted ways, she mentioned something about how she figured I'd soon forget about her and just find me a new girl. I responded with something along the lines of "Baby, the only girlfriend I need now is right here in this bottle".

My new girlfriend's name is Whiskey
Yeah she keeps me warm at night
In this little two ounce glass
I hold my baby tight

If our love's ever on the rocks
Well, so much the better
And when there's sorrows to be drowned
You bet your ass we'll drown together

This little girl o mine don't care
Whether I'm country or city
And just cause she goes by Jim or Jack
Don't mean she ain't pretty

Whenever she goes down
It's always hot but smooth
If you don't believe me just ask her
She's got 80 points of proof

Ok well that's all I have so far. Back to drinkin! To be continued....