CHoHW Lyrics: Johnny

Johnny left.
He walked out.
Flicked his cigarette toward me.
Done without a doubt.

I chased a ways behind him.
I ain’t to proud to plead.
He never he turned around
to see my sacred heart leave.

(chorus)
and I hate you, Johnny.
For what you done to me.
I’ll never have the heart to hurt
again
you set it free
when you moved on.
Johnny led me on.

Patience is a virtue.
I’d say like being damned
And I don’t want this virtue anymore
Rather have the upper hand.
Granted, half my misery
is no common sense at all.
If I was never given any hope
then I know I’d never fall.

(chorus)

Johnny you were bad news.
I guess I should have known
That your heart was made of aluminum
And you’d turn mine into stone.

I half regret the time we had
and I wish I could take back days
I would rope me up a wild horse
get myself dragged away

(chorus)

Here We Go. Part 8: Come Hell or Haunt Water

Here is the obligatory, “Man, has it been a year almost since I last posted?” blog entry. Geez.   What is with this procrastination thing I got going on with myself?  I don’t even know where I left off, and I certainly don’t wanna look.   Well, just quickly, I suppose.

I left ya’ll with some terrible curtains back in June of 2012, never really completing the saga of what is/has been/was/is/maybe the band which is Come Hell or High Water.  Your baited breaths have long been hissed out, certainly.  Else, you wouldn’t be reading this right now.

Ahhh, yes.  The story of CHOHW left off with me labeling myself as one with the tendency to put things off.  How ironic. Here it is three hundred and forty some days from that last post, and I’m revisiting my little haunt of a blog.

(random awesome thought…we should re-name our band come hell or haunt water….??)

I didn’t really know where the band was going, I guess, when I last wrote here.  We played a show at NYP on a full moon night in August.  I was personally, quite drunk, and it was a terrible show. I kept looking at Rob, laughing and saying, “I have no idea what I’m doing!”  DURNK. 

Somebody let Mama come out, and Mama drank in her freedom. And totally busted up a set of rock n roll. 

Our last show was in September at, not surprisingly, The Flatiron.  We whipped that donkey. And we’ve played no more.  No practices.  No band meetings.  Nothing.  Flat nothing.

I’m 90 miles away from my mates with a vehicle that gets 20 miles to the gallon. And my Mama is too old to babysit all the time.  So, I rolled to a stop.

My guitar playing has been limited since September to,mostly, the walls of my bedroom and with plenty of interruption.  Ollie and Fern do love to request things and ask questions at all moments of the day, and especially when I have the guitar in my lap. Though they make it tough to practice, I’ve managed to get a little better at the guitar this year, I think. So. That’s something.

I’ve played three solo shows out and about and, so. That’s something else.

So what’s next? 

I’m supposed to move back to Greensboro soon.  Fingers crossed it pans out like planned.