It's a small world anyway, so I'll just let the music play

(play like you're young Tom Petty. Little country, little rock)

I ain't trying to take very long,
But the past rolled in today.
One minute, it's better than fine
In the next, here comes the rain!

Sometimes I just don't understand
How that woman gets me so bad
Plays with my mind and makes me a friend
With the light of day

(break here, bridge)

Drinking whiskey from this damned old dirty glass
Making time stand still
As the time goes past

(and again, with filler)
(lead into solo)

And she might not of been my friend
And I know I didn't love her
So why did it hurt so bad
When she left with another

Just another day
In a life long dry,
But I lost some real good friends
When she walked out

(bridge)

Drinking whiskey from this damned old dirty glass
Making time stand still
Helps the time go past.

(slide out)




(lots of slide, very oldschool country)


For the last few weeks now
I've been running on empty
Passing from place to place
Where I don't want to be
Ain't seen no service station
That sells rejuvenation
None of these highway towns got anything for me

And someday, I'll settle down
But not right here,
maybe the next town
But until then, I'll just keep rolling
I don't even know where I'm going


But I've got it in
Mexican Overdrive
Keeping me alive
Taking it as it's coming
A downhill slide
Tell you where I wanna go
Somewhere south that's all I know
Just might make it all the way
To Mexico

Girl I loved somewhere behind me
She never even cried
She said I lost direction,
And to me, she never lied
She said she'd be waiting for me
If I ever get back
But from where I sit, this road I'm on
is looking like a one way track.

This road is a lonely old highway
There ain't nobody going my way
Low sun and I'm going fast
Cause I'm just about out of gas

But I've got it in
Mexican Overdrive
Keeping me alive
Taking it as a purpose
A downhill slide
Take me where I want to go
Somewhere south that's all I know
Just might make it all the way
To Mexico

The wind blew me down the road
Grabbed the wheel and took control
Just might take me all the way
To mexico

To Mexico.

(Slide out)



You ask me what I'm doing here,
In your perfect world
I walk around like I have no fear
And you think I'm a child

You say you like the smoke and mirrors
You'd like to think it's all real
Stepping out on a Saturday night
Only night time will tell


This ain't a perfect world just yet
You ain't satisfied until the end
You're a whole lot of trouble
That I'd love to regret

(solo)

We ain't looking for a sold out show
We're just making the best
Not rich, but we've got the flow
And it comes from the West

(guitar breakdown, yo)


This ain't a perfect world just yet
You ain't satisfied until the end
You're a whole lot of trouble
That I'd love to regret


Got to thinking about the job at hand
The future's looking bright
Love the change and the brand new thing,
And it feels so right.

This ain't a perfect world just yet
You ain't satisfied until the end
You're a whole lot of trouble
That I'd love to regret

(solo your fucking heart out. Really, do so for the whole song so long as the intro riff starts right and picks up after each verse)





Must have missed the warning
Yesterday morning
Sailor's sky rolls around again

Driving home from your place
I can still see the tears on her face
Falling like rain from that red sky

Looking back now I see
The message you were sending me
"never set sail into the storm"


But I know that I'd do it again
Because I know I can't resist
I don't want to look back
On the times that I've missed

Don't walk away,
Just give me one more day
Knowing that it will be okay
Feeling like I'd never
Forget about us together


Sitting on the edge of your bed
And trying not to think ahead
Listening to the rain fall coming down

Trying hard not to hold you tight
Not to let it go any further in the night
For when the morning breaks
I won't be around


But I know that I'd do it again
Because I know I can't resist
I don't want to look back
On and think about times that I've missed

Can't walk away,
Just give me one more day
No, it not "will be ok"
Never mind the weather
Forget about us together


One more bottle to wash us down
One more night of hell

Can't walk away
Just give me one more day
I know that tonight would be ok.
Never mind the weather
It's forgetting about us together


Must have missed the warning
Yesterday morning
Sailor's sky rolls around again




(intro)

You always liked it
When I used to say
"I can see this coming from a mile away"
Once meant to be
And never meant to last
It was a wild ride
That ended much too fast

Old River Station
Just west of the border
The pumps were soda'd
And the phone was out of order
Six hundred miles
And I can still see your face
As I started the car
And drove away

As I shake my head
I'm just realizing
The extra mile
Is just on the horizon
With 25 miles to go
To the place I'm dreaming of
Since long before I ever fell into this insane love

(outro)

No Steven timeline, because I'm too tired to think well right now. So there's... something else, anyway. I think I'd like to be in a band again someday.

I found these and others in a horrible, drunken journal from last year and the year before, what shall now be dubbed the "Bri Period" of my personal history. I'd like to say I wrote them because I actually think they'd make damn catchy songs, but I remember the music that goes with them and how they are supposed to be sung so vividly that they are probably actually already damn catchy songs by some really obscure band that I found, really enjoyed, and forgot about while hammered. Google tells me nothing unfortunately, the useless twat, because I think I'd very much like to rediscover this band. This is also supported by the fact that I KNOW these are kind of country-ish songs (except for the last, which is jazzy blues and was written as a really, really long sentence. I've put in breaks where I remember there being instrumentals), and it just seems implausible I would spawn a bunch of country music, because no matter how bad it gets, life is NEVER that bad, and by the fact that I don't have much of a singing voice.


Someday, when I'm really drunk and depressed, maybe I will sing you a song. I can just about guarantee it will be Irish, or a rap. And that you will be forced to accompany me on whatever objects in the nearby area seem like plausible instruments. Just a heads up.