what a fuckin’ tune

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what a fuckin’ tune
rucker — beth chambo
It's Christmas Eve! Last night, I uploaded this little tune, called Merry Christmas (Burn in Hell). It's original, and it is, as my songs always are, different. Have a good one, kids.
i wrote a new song -- reblog/like if you see worthy, and yeah, enjoy!!
LYRICS & CHORDS:
GUITAR -- G - C - Em - D
Your hands would look beautiful,
Tied up with mine,
Fingers interlaced,
With love on our minds.
Smiles on our faces,
As we walked through the rain,
And that's when I realised,
I loved you again.
C - Em - G - D
And you know,
Your smile is killing me.
C - G - Em - D
So please turn away,
And have some mercy.
C - Em - G - D
And I've waited all my life,
Just to be beside you.
C - G - Em - D
And now I'm trying so damn hard,
Not to make a wrong move.
Your lips would be perfect,
Locked in a kiss,
And that's one opportunity,
I wouldn't want to miss.
Hands running through hair,
My emotions bared,
As we stood, and we kissed in the rain.
And that's when I realised,
That you loved me again.
C - Em - G - D
And you know,
Your smile is killing me.
C - G - Em - D
So please turn away,
And have some mercy.
C - Em - G - D
And I've waited all my life,
Just to be beside you.
C - G - Em - D
And now I'm trying so damn hard,
Not to make a wrong move.
My heart would look great,
Shattered in two,
Doors slamming, tears streaming,
As I stood, and I cried, over you.
And you walked, and I sobbed,
Standing out in the rain.
And that's when I realised... I'd lost you again.
C - Em - G - D
And I knew,
Your smile would kill me.
C - G - Em - D
So turn back around,
I didn't need your mercy.
C - Em - G - D
And I've waited all my life,
Just to be beside you.
C - G - Em - D
And I tried so damn hard,
But I still made a wrong move..
Who's Going to Make it -- Original
enjoy, and reblog if you see worthy!!
I wrote a song about Cas and Dean and it hurts me in so many ways. Feel free to check it out, and the lyrics are as follows ~
Every religion, well they have their own Gods, But there's only one satan, so what are the odds, When you go to Hell, he's going to be there, There's only one Satan, so we're rightfully scared. But there's an angel in a trench-coat and he's going to get you out, You'll pray to him every night, if ever you're in doubt. "Where the Hell are you man?", you ask his side of the bed, There's an unused pillow on which he used to rest his head. He hasn't answered you, there must be something wrong, You haven't seen your angel in far too long, Don't think about it, don't go down that road, Don't worry about the things that you don't know. {x2} Well maybe he did kill himself, You speculate, when you're in bad mental health, There's no point in you trying anymore, All your hope has plummeted right through the flo-o-or. But he's doing all he can, to protect you, There's only so much his willpower allows him to do. "Where the Hell are you man?", you ask his side of the bed, There's an unused pillow on which he used to rest his head. He hasn't answered you, there must be something wrong, You haven't seen your angel in far too long, Don't think about it, don't go down that road, Don't worry about the things that you don't know. {x2} I need you, and you need me too. I need you, but there's nothing I can do. Please just, will you please come back; You're giving me a panic attack. "Where the Hell are you man?", you ask his side of the bed, There's an unused pillow on which he used to rest his head. He hasn't answered you, there must be something wrong, You haven't seen your angel in far too long, Don't think about it, don't go down that road, Don't worry about the things that you don't know. {x2}