You know, sometimes when I’m writing, I feel a massive need for guitar licks. Where are all the sweet guitarists out there? I need a soul who expresses himself on the chords, and make something new out of it. Let’s get to it!

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Stained Jacket

I’m just a stain
Without a rhythm or sway
I tore a hole through the heavens
I’d do it again all the same

Sell my soul for a copper
Sold it lower than grain
I can’t control what I’m feeling
So I’d rather just sum it up to pain

Hold a track to me, baby
Hold me down, hold me deep
Hold a track to me, baby
Sure as sin I’m gonn’ see you when I sleep