Thursday, April 28, 2011

Day 27 - Holes in the Dry Wall

My mom was talking about meeting up with her friend Crystal (or something) and my sister heard pistol while I'm trying to think of a song topic to write that doesn't include the words you, me, I, they, she or he. I'd like to say I'm a pacifist but I don't think I am. . . no I definitely am not.

Verse 1 - The situation's in hand
the trigger is pulled 
smoke rises up & emotions ricochet
off the ceilings & walls, straight threw the window

Chorus - Like a loaded gun
like a bullet sprung 
in the heat of the night 

Verse 2 - Holes in the dry wall
glass shattered on the floor
shocked into amazement & silence
with an odd stillness in the room

(repeat chorus)

Verse 3 - Heavy piece of cold metal in fists 
sweat dripping off creases & ridges 
there's evidence of a(n apparent) crime
and evidence of lying

(repeat chorus)


once I had chosen the topic it became apparent that it wasn't going to be easy to finish. I feel like there should be another line in the chorus BUT I CAN'T WRITE ONE.