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Michael Henry
I'm trying desperately to be a writer in whatever way possible.
I'm trying desperately to be a writer in whatever way possible.
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Holy shit man. I'm getting back into writing and social media. 

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Rickety bones and crumpled up bags
An old folk couple unhealthy for our age
We smile with smoke and share our cancer
Blow towards the ceiling I'd lay here forever

Cause I think I need em now
Anything to stop my thinking
Cause I hear your lovely voice
God damn sound that awful noise

This type of love is written in fiction
The feel of your skin the pleasurable friction
The speech you speak is littered with conviction
The love you pour for me I'll drink until I'm drowning

And I think I need you now
Anything to stop my drinking
Cause I hear your lovely voice
God damn sound that awful noise

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This video makes both of us laugh each time we watch it. Me and Isaac enjoying each others company. : ) 

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Untitled Song from my red book.

Don't get me wrong
Yeah I know it's corny
But baby girl, you make my fucked up world
You came around
To spend the weekend
Filled my fingertips with inspiration

And i'll hang my heart out exposed
So spread your dirt and clots I'll grow

She whispered into my ear
Don't let go, don't let go, don't let go
And held as tight as I could
And I shouldn't but baby I gotta let go
Did you think I would?

Swimming in submission
Waters clear enough to see
Thrusting out and back in
Moaning bubbles at the beach
Hanging up in clouds now
Pray to God we don't come down
But it's bound to happen
So let's have another round

And I'll hang my heart out exposed
So spread your dirt and clots I'll grow

She whispered into my ear
Please don't let go, baby don't let go
And I never did yeah I held out in hope
I shouldn't but baby I gotta let go
I have to let go

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Bankrupt On Selling Cover

well all the apostles-they're sitting in swings
saying "i'd sell off my savior for a set of new rings
and some sandles with the style of straps that cling best to the era"
so all of the businessers in their unlimited
hell where they buy and they sell and they sell all their
trash to each other but they're sick of it all
and they're bankrupt on selling
and all of the angels
they'd sell off yer soul for a set of new wings and anything gold
they remember
the people they loved their old friends
and i've seen through'em all seen through'em all and seen through most everything
all the people you knew were the actors
all the people you knew were the actors
well, i'll go to college and i'll learn some big words
and i'll talk real loud
goddamn right i'll be heard
you'll remember all the guys that said all those big words he must've
learned in college
and it took a long time
i came clean with myself
i come clean out of love with my lover
i still love her
loved her more when she used to be sober and i was kinder

Again, I fudged up the last part lyric wise. xD 

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Styrofoam Boots Cover

Well all's not well
but i'm told that it'll all be quite nice
you'll be drowned in boots like Mafia
but your feet will still float like Christ's
and i'll be damned
they were right
i'm drowning upside down
my feet afloat like Christ's
i'm in heaven
trying to figure out which stack
they're going to stuff us atheists into
when Peter and his monkey laugh
and i laugh with them
i'm not sure what at
they point and say
we'll keep you in the back
polishing halos, baking manna and gas
well some guy comes in looking a bit like everyone i ever seen
he moves just like crisco disco
breath 100% listerine
he says looking at something else
but directing everything to me
ever time anyone gets on their knees to pray
well it makes my telephone ring
and i'll be damned
he said you were right
no one's running this whole thing
he had a theory too
he said that god takes care of himself
and you of you
it's all nice on ice alright
and it's not day
and it's not night
but it's all nice on ice alright

I messed up the lyrics, but in my defense I will say I had no lyrics to read from. Damn my memory!

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Trailer Trash Cover

Eating snow flakes with plastic forks
And a paper plate of course, you think of everything
Short love with a long divorce
And a couple of kids of course
They don't mean anything
Live in trailers with no class
goddamn I hope I can pass high school means nothing
Taking heartache with hard work
Goddamn I am such a jerk, I can't do anything
And I shout that you're all fakes
And you should have seen the look on your face
And I guess that's what it takes
When comparing your bellyaches
And it's been a long time
Which agrees with this watch of mine
And I know that I miss you, and I'm sorry
if I dissed you

Repeat Lyrics

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I'm not good at making videos. xD 

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Me bugging my nephew. Was fun.

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Her Money Never Mattered (Especially Behind Bars)
Her Money Never Mattered (Especially Behind Bars)

She called me from the k-town prison
Baby girl don't you know we're finished
And I may still wish you all the best
But you left me down and out of breath

Legs littered in scars left my hands alone
Felt like a map leading me to your moans

Hey Ho!

You left me for a gangster wannabe
Who saw a golden ticket in your jealousy
And introduced you to them holes in your arms
That type of love just ain't my kind of warmth

No I will find it on my own
Your money means nothing so go ahead get stoned

You use to brag about suicide
Like a cat with nine lives you'd never die
My neck became yours with your marks
Them fucking hickies transferred down to my heart

And they lingered throughout the winter
Self medicating did it's count to my liver

Hey Ho!
You oughta know
Hey Ho!
Now off I go...

(About a girl who was toxic and damaged and left me broke after inheriting a good deal of money. She's in jail now and tried to get back in touch with me, this prompted me to write this tune. Hope you enjoy it.) 
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