Brachs's Journal

  • 4 Entries
  • Songs

    by Brachs on July 14, 2008
    I wrote the songs on this journal, I know what they mean, haha, they are the only ones on this site I'm sure of. Please, if you read these, leave a comment somewhere, a suggestion, whether you like them or not, say so. The music is kinda like alternative country, I know that ain't hip-hop, but it's me baby.
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  • Suicide Reasoning

    by Brachs on July 14, 2008
    Living' in the streets aint where its at, Stolen cars and an old black cat. My pain as comfortable as my worn out shoes, The future so bleak, beyond the blues. These streets have been home For so many seasons, I could suicide now For all the right reasons. Living' on the streets is a time in hell. Eatin' outta the garbage when I can get past the smell. Hidin in corners to avoid bein' seen. No place to sleep, no way to get clean. These streets have been home For too many seasons. My suicide will be For all the right reasons. Livin’ like I do is a hell of a ride. On the very best day, I’m still empty inside. They’ll never hear me whimper I got my pride, and I have a temper. I could hold it inside for ten thousand seasons, Or suicide now For all the right reasons.
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  • Wheelchair at the Window

    by Brachs on July 14, 2008
    A hot little blonde in a shiny black Porsche, A brunette in tight shorts riding a horse. A fine little Redhead, lying by her van. Her long shiny legs, oiled up for tan. Every kind of woman in the summer sun, Dressed for each other and ready for fun. I sit at my window and stare through the glass, Playing roulette and smoking grass. I ride these wheels, legs won’t carry me. Watching a world, that I wish would bury me. I know neither of love nor the touch of another. No smiling wife, no father, no mother. I smoke my mind, to dull the thought. Of pain and shame another day brought. I sit at this window and stare through the glass. Loathing this life and smoking grass .
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  • Teardrops

    by Brachs on July 14, 2008
    We were two of a kind girl, Both you and I, It was easy. We used to laugh and sing, we raised a cain. It was pleasing. All the world was turning 'round and 'round, Never thought it would turn upside down, Tears in the wind, Teardrops in the wind. Then I went to prison babe, I left you lonely. Another came along and stole your heart, Left me lonely. While the world was turning 'round and 'round, My world, it just turned upside down, Tears in the wind, Teardrops in the wind. Now I find myself alone girl, My memory, hazy . I think about you though, sometimes I guess, And go quite crazy. Yeah, the world keeps turning 'round and 'round, My world it just stays upside down, Tears in the wind, Teardrops in the wind......... Teardrops in the Wind Teardrops in the Wind Teardrops in the Wind
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