Jan 132010
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Chords / Melody
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probably G to C to D... (138 bpm)
With a "D walkdown", 

end of chorus holds on a walkdown (to C?), and then
changes (to d) and holds again (...but I've got no home)

upbeat (which is strange because it's a sad-ish song)

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Drums / beat
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Main (Repeat 3 times):
1       2       3       4       5       6       7       8
do      dat     do-do  dat      do      dat     do-do   dat

Walkdown:
1       2       3       4       5       6       7       8
do-do  dat-dat  do-do   dat-dat do-do   dat-dat do-do   dat-dat

End (i got, plenty of friends)...er something like this,
hopefully it gets the idea across:

1       2       3       4       5       6       7       8
do-do   dat-dat Crash   rest    rest    rest    rest    rest

1       2       3       4       5       6       7       8
rest    rest    rest    rest    dat-dat do-do   dat-dat Crash   

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Lyrics
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Woke up this morning just starin' at the sky
Lyin' in my bed just a'wonderin' why
why can't I find what I seem to need
Why is my life so full of weeds.

Been lookin' for years, for piece of mind
A slice this earth that I can call mine
A few pepper plants, a couple peach trees
this world wasn't made for men like me

Yeah...I got plenty of friends...
But I've got no home.

(instrumental)

Can't keep livin' with an empty heart
Rusty and broken, gonna fall apart
How much longer can I last this way
How much longer can I laugh it away

Watching my life come slowly undone
Time's one thing you can never outrun
For so long I thought I had a plan
The boy has grown, this child is a man

Yeah...I got plenty of friends...
But I've got no home.

(instrumental)
(walk down)
[bridge - modulate]
I've had things I wanted to go for,
Most of those have been kicked out the back door,
It's been a blast, and I've had fun,
But I feel like I lost more than I won

(de-modulate)
I got plenty of friends...
But I've got no home.
Jan 042010



Cool sky in providence

Originally uploaded by firstdivision.

saw a cool color in the sky that I’d never seen before. went from powder blue by the sunset to deep navy blue opposite. not a cloud in sight, just a single star (or planet I’m presuming). I wish i had my real camera…

Jan 042010



Cool sky color 2

Originally uploaded by firstdivision.

saw a cool color in the sky that I’d never seen before. went from powder blue by the sunset to deep navy blue opposite. not a cloud in sight, just a single star (or planet I’m presuming). I wish i had my real camera…

Dec 272009



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Originally uploaded by firstdivision.


Dec 252009



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Dec 252009



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Dec 212009



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Originally uploaded by firstdivision.


Dec 192009


Nov 142008

Know a girl
don’t believe in love at all
Hearts been broken
thrown against the wall
a little prison she builds on her own
take it or leave it
she’s movin on

Love’s a battle
can’t never be won
just let it alone
so she can have her fun
she’s out on the town
all the misery-o
if you’re goin out again
just give me a call

she’s a mystery
to me and herself
she might like you
but she loves herself
in her eyes all anger and fear
she ain’t gonna show it
won’t shed a tear

Pre-release version:
No Love

Nov 142008

Wore out strings, know broken dreams,
empty glasses know broken hearts
Like a forest bereft of all streams,
they don’t like to be apart

Give it some time,
let nature take hold.
Forests ‘r like hearts,
they like to grow old

And he played the fiddle
while she would dance
short skirt twirled ’round corduroy pants.
Old age, new age,
we’ll meet in the middle
Singing the song of forbidden fiddle

Old rusty dinghy,
brand new cell phone
Best thing about
those they always see you home

He rows his boat
like she goes to the store
Buyin’ brand new clothes
she can’t afford

And he played the fiddle
while she would dance
short skirt twirled ’round corduroy pants.
Old age, new age,
we’ll meet in the middle
Singing the song of forbidden fiddle

Pre-Release Version:
Forbidden Fiddle