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Kerouac
by Fdemetrio - 10/23/25 07:17 PM
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Lol...
by Bill Draper - 10/23/25 01:34 PM
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https://suno.com/song/a68dbfb2-7324-49fe-a5da-2d32ee576195words by Elvis and Shade (Verse 1) Bury me quiet, hear that shovel bite, Rain still fallin’ on a Saturday night. Dirt on my chest, done holdin’ weight — I’ll write it backwards from the grave. (Verse 2) Old man hands, nicotine-stained, Clock on the wall forgettin’ my name. Whiskey and prayer sound about the same, When you’re halfway gone anyway. (Chorus) So I’ll write it backwards from the grave, Scratchin’ truth on the bones I gave. Every sin, every love I couldn’t save — Write it backwards from the grave. (Post-Chorus 1 – Rap/Swing) Ain’t no halo, just the smoke I made, Talkin’ to the worms like they know my name, Still hummin’ that hymn I played. (Verse 3) Lover in the doorway, light on her hair, Told me forever — I left her there. Heart full of thunder, no one to blame, Still hear her whisper in the rain. (Chorus) So I’ll write it backwards from the grave, Scratchin’ truth on the bones I gave. Every sin, every love I couldn’t save — Write it backwards from the grave. (Post-Chorus 2 – Rap/Swing) Can’t kill time, so I make it crawl, Dead man’s rhythm in a church-house hall, Singin’ my sins like a roll call. (Bridge) Boy with a switchblade grin, Fire and blood under my skin. Didn’t know mercy, didn’t know shame, Hell was just another name. (Chorus) So I’ll write it backwards from the grave, Scratchin’ truth on the bones I gave. Every sin, every love I couldn’t save — Write it backwards from the grave. (Post-Chorus 3 / Outro – Rap/Swing) Mama cried when the daylight broke, Baby born breathin’ dust and smoke, Still writin’ backwards, word for ghost.
"Critics are like toothpicks , Disposable ". "Jealousy is the mother of invention" "Counting Time Will kill You " " Dogs know you better than you know yourself " " If I told you once I told you twice . I didn't like what you said the first time.
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