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No Satisfaction in a fluff filled seat
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Progressive finger-style guitar, with emotional melodies and raw, honest lyrics.
I invite you to amble through my world of raw, emotional and honest song writing. I hope it might strike a chord in you and be a little more like a flower among the thorns of unsigned amateurs here on SoundClick. Though I indeed am a unsigned amateur myself.
Song Info
Genre
Alternative • Indie
Charts
Peak #671
Peak in subgenre #113
Author
John Martindale
Rights
Not Yours
Uploaded
September 06, 2009
Track Files
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MP3 2.6 MB • 128 kbps • 2:49
Lyrics
"When I see a couch I think of the place I always choose to sleep When I have a high temp I think of a place I sink in And enjoy wonderful talks with friends A place where its a little easier to listen And to pay attention To what is not at all interesting When I see a couch I think of a place that holds in what stinks And preserves every stain for all to see I think of the treasure underneath And all the times it has stolen my keys pens and many other precious things I remember the times I've tipped it over For my mom when she would sweep When I see a couch I think of something that can't handle to much weight Something that is not meant for eight Or else the arms began to falter and grow weak And now this is why Steve Does not want one in a house where there is a team Though I feel this is quite the shame I know the why behind what he is thinking When I see a couch I think of how king David made one wet from tears And of the times I buried my head Curled up and did the same thing I am blessed to have one in my abode It was reject by one and passed on to me I think I ought to now stop writing And sit on it with something to read When I see a couch I see the first place I unload my stuff A place where I sort my junk Where clothes pile up and up I see that though I want to sit and read there is so much I need to move That the motivation is just not within To make room for a book and me When I see a couch I am remind how sore I can get And how even in the mist of comfort I must constantly change how I sit How even when I get to choose to be lazy that its no ticket to being happy For joy is not found in a cushion Nor satisfaction in a fluff filled seat
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