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5 to 7 Days

Wooded, grounded;

All - surrounded -

Life like beaming heads

All wrapped up, dead;

Wants far instead

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Wooded, Mounted;

Guns were sounded -

Write up scattered thoughts

Ground up what I brought;

Alone is what caught

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Widowed, bedded

Down what ended;

Minds have gathered weeds -

They sowed the many seeds;

abundance what they breed

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Wizened, shedded

All the dreaded

Thoughts of broken birds -

We took in all the words

That grew up tall and stern

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Worked up better;

Grow forever

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A song by yours truly. Hope you enjoy.

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The tentative title for this song was Gang of Me, but I opted to change the obvious and cheesy joke into something relating to the songs lyrics.

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Jack Erickson - Arrange Me

Another song I've been working on. Hope anyone who comes across it has an enjoyable experience. It's all emotion, the lyrics don't really make sense if you can actually understand them.

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The poem that Storm Winds Sail's lyrics are based on

Buffalo, NY

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Storm winds sail

Northern gail

Skin like shale

Fucking stale!

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Wake up wet

Get 'em dead

Fake his debt

Kill the rest!

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Wanton winds

Dress for death!

Sheets for rain

I'll be next-

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Made up good-

Princess look

Fat white ball

Dig in hooks!

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Wet a deck

Shake the heat

He's all next

Take the beat

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Fake a shit

Mother's fawn

Dead duck sits

Little pawn-

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Slam it in!

Hammer's drawn!

Sis is dead-

Wind all gone-

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The Lyrics to the Song: Storm Winds Sail

Storm Winds Sail:

Storm winds sail

Northern gail

Skin so stale like fucking shale

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Wake up wet

And get 'em dead

He'll fake his death and kill the rest

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Wanton winds to dress for death

Sheets for rain we'll all be next

Made up good a princess covered book

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Fat white ball to dig in hooks

Wet the deck a shaking heat

My man's next I know he'll take the beat

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Fake a shit on mother's fawn

Dead duck sits a little pawn

Fell down hard around the awning/Make hard bread the lotto sounding

Slam it in with hammers drawn/My sister's dead the wind is gone

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And even though they took him out

With metal bracelets on

The shit that a man does goes on and on

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Stunk up rotting world that took

The girl outside the girl

My guess - no world's gonna change

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Took a shit on our own lawn

All the guilt is ours to own

The windows cracked a leak sprung out/They're howling now a pack gone loud

Slam myself I beat my head/The rain is dry wish I was dead

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Storm Winds Sail - Jack Erickson

A song I've been working on this last week. It's based on a poem I wrote while I was spending some time "away". It's about the emotion surrounding a terrible experience my sister had in Buffalo, how that experience relates to society, and finally how it affected me. I'll post the words tomorrow, Including the original poetic form that they're based on.

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A poem for a friend

I remember The Cribs,

The romantic and the realist,

The sunny days filled with hope and anticipation before we cared, before money mattered and all all we could do was look ahead,

The love that we all had for observation and to gather a connection,

The call on the campus lawn at a picnic table in the bright light of the dark night where we knew the same things even though we couldn't be further,

An appointment with consolation; the wishes for each other and an empty, absent longing

There was no 'ask', no appeal, not a thing in it at all that could tear at the tight-knit seams back when envy was meaningless and experience was everything

I remember all the smiles,

And criticisms,

And witticisms about the endless cast of absurd and silly characters that stepped in and out of our lives as we carried with us the knowledge that they'd matter no more soon

I remember the way we talked, and the sights and sounds,

The sorrows and aches,

The tears and fears,

But mostly I remember the cribs