The Stranger

Came ridin’ into town with a couple of six shooters on his hip
Cold black stare as dark as night, long black duster blowin’ in the wind
Saloon doors went swingin’ as he kicked them in
Ponied up to the bar ordered himself a gin
The towns people had hoped they’d never see him again
‘cause they remember the last time they saw…
The Stranger

He finished his drink, finished his smoke, turned his eyes to the man on the keys
Ol’ Smitty stopped playin’ and just starting sayin’ Hail Marys down on his knees
Everyone hit the floor as the melody turned to shrieks
Before they knew it blood was the only thing wetting their beaks
Smitty lay under his piano crying crimson down his cheeks
They knew he wouldn’t be the last one snuffed by….
The Stranger

Headed down to the cat house, rented a room with a window facing to the street
Had a nice long soak, washed the blood from his clothes, took a load off his feet
He made his way back through the halls, wearing nothing but his boots
No one was safe, be they patron or whore, he stopped at every room
The Madam’s bright eyes, flashed little surprise, as she welcomed her impending doom
She was the only one who was ready for…
The Stranger

The final destination on his journey was also the most worthy as he hunted down Sheriff Sledge
Sauntered down to the jail house, game of cat and mouse, Deputy Douglas is now pieces ‘neath the hedge
Cuffed the sheriff to the cell door, he hung like Jesus on an iron grill
He started praying just like Smitty did, hoping for mercy from the one born to kill
The Stranger grinned, split Sledge stern to stem, one moment the sheriff was still
No one was left to bid the next town warning, I am….
The Stranger

the everlasting truth of Swingers

"And she's a sweet girl, and I love her to pieces, but fuck her, man. You gotta get on with your life. You gotta let go of the past."

War, Inc.

"Michael Bay can blow me."
"He can...and he should."

the perfect drug?

"I don't feel the sickness yet, but it's in the post. That's for sure. I'm in the junkie limbo at the moment. Too ill to sleep. Too tired to stay awake, but the sickness is on its way. Sweat, chills, nausea. Pain and craving. A need like nothing else I've ever known will soon take hold of me. It's on its way."

Maybe

"I'm a lazy boy there's no doubt about it
Might take a miracle to get me started...
I'm a miracle there's no doubt about it
Might take a lazy girl to get me started."

hmmm....

"Well I, I'd like to devour you, but you, you'd probably devour me."

Maximum Firepower

"This one's for the shoeshine boy
And the farmer in debt
Each string is barbed wire
Each chord is a threat
This blues guy I met
That never had a hit
Said you don't gotta be loud, son
To be heavy as shit"
 - The Nightwatchman

Rawawawawawk!

Why do all the melodies that I come up with sound like either pop country or Gavin DeGraw? Not that sounding like Gavin would be that bad. I just don't know how to write to that.

anxious for greatness

I wanna taste the breeze of every great city, my car and my guitar