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I was born
I was born on the fourth of July
Of July
And I lie, and I'm lying all the time
And I lie so I cannot tell the truth
And I lie to keep myself content
And I lie to keep from telling you
The truth that I really truly, really truly meant
It was fine at first
Till the lie just made things worse
And so in the dark I cursed
Until the vein in my head burst
And then just when I saw the nurse
Everything got even worse
I had died
I had died on the fourth of July
Of July
And I lie, and I never ever lie
I was born on the fourth of July
Of July
And I lie, and I'm lying all the time
And I lie so I cannot tell the truth
And I lie to keep myself content
And I lie to keep from telling you
The truth that I really truly, really truly meant
It was fine at first
Till the lie just made things worse
And so in the dark I cursed
Until the vein in my head burst
And then just when I saw the nurse
Everything got even worse
I had died
I had died on the fourth of July
Of July
And I lie, and I never ever lie
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Another short one, and I've already promised that August will be an actual full length something, but this is okay if you like this sort of thing.
The horrible, horrible truth is, that I originally intended for THIS to be a full length something, I'd written the first two verses, come back later and added the fourth one, and then the third came in to my head, and then I read it back to myself (excited that I could just keep going on with this.) but I realized when I read it, that it was already done. It just seemed complete, so I stopped.
But NEXT MONTH! You will clap your hands to the imaginary beat I haven't actually provided, and you will really get your money's worth, which I'm told isn't much, anyway, and you will be screaming at me to write songs about you, YOU, YOUUUUUUUUUUU!!!
Which I've done, and do not like.
(writing songs about real people.)
The sad thing, on my end, is I haven't finished a monthly so quickly in the month for such a while; what will I do for the rest of the month?!!!!
Apparently that's all I look forward to in life.
Anyway, as this manic, awful, AWFUL description is making me sick, I will end it now.
The horrible, horrible truth is, that I originally intended for THIS to be a full length something, I'd written the first two verses, come back later and added the fourth one, and then the third came in to my head, and then I read it back to myself (excited that I could just keep going on with this.) but I realized when I read it, that it was already done. It just seemed complete, so I stopped.
But NEXT MONTH! You will clap your hands to the imaginary beat I haven't actually provided, and you will really get your money's worth, which I'm told isn't much, anyway, and you will be screaming at me to write songs about you, YOU, YOUUUUUUUUUUU!!!
Which I've done, and do not like.
(writing songs about real people.)
The sad thing, on my end, is I haven't finished a monthly so quickly in the month for such a while; what will I do for the rest of the month?!!!!
Apparently that's all I look forward to in life.
Anyway, as this manic, awful, AWFUL description is making me sick, I will end it now.
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