~experimental folksy, blues... feat. James Exsel beat-box... copyright 2006
Female artist, indie pop folk hip hop rock
Lyrics
"Local Hardware Store"
I was robbed down at the local hardware store
got nothing left but sorrow nothing more
every time I think of you I cry
good bye my friend good bye
'got me smoking cigarettes again
maybe they will be my new friend
so I think it's time for me to die
good bye my friend
good bye
the bottle of whiskey that you left
still sits with a couple shots left near my bed
if that bottle was a gun instead
I would probably be dead
I was robbed down at the local hardware store
got nothing left but sorrow nothing more
every time I think of you I cry
good bye my friend
good bye
