C.J. Bostwick

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Verse 1 It’s a moonless night. Clouds are rolling in. Something evil is coming. You can smell it in the wind. Something evil is coming. And it’s not just the weather. Get home to your families. Then huddle yourselves together. Chorus [There’s an evil out there.] [On this darkest night.] [It’s as if the shadows.] [Suddenly come to life.] [Gather up your loved ones.] [Hold on to them tight.] [Don’t find yourself all alone.] [On this darkest night.] Verse 2 As the fog begins rising. It seems to boil along the ground. There’s an eerie silence. All over the town. In not one window. Can a light be found. Every one is hiding. On this darkest night. [Chorus] Verse 3 As the dogs start howling. There’s a thunder clap. You can hear distant wailing. Like some animal in a trap. Old women are praying. All the men are filled with fright. The children are scared and crying. On this darkest night. [Chorus] Verse 4 When the morning come. There is no evil to be found. Only superstitions and ignorance. From the people of this town. It’s been this way for centuries. Thou they try with all their might. To over come their beliefs and fears. On these darkest nights.
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Walked Along The Street Today. As I walked along the street. I saw. The one person, I longed to meet.Maybe. You will talk to me. Some how. If I can make you see. Baby. I want you to be mine. And why. Love is so hard to find. Since then. I can’t clear my mind. Can’t stop. Dreaming about you all the time. Unless. I can make you see. Crazy. Is how my life will be. Maybe. If I tell you, how I feel in my heart. Could be. A better way to start. If you. Will go out with me. To a. Dance or late movie. If you’ll let. Me, take you by the hand. I know. I can make you understand. Some say. You might feel the same. I hope. I’m not falling for some game. All I. Can do, is give it a try. Hoping. I don’t end up, wanting to die. Here goes. I’m going with this plan. Help Me. Help me if you can…
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(verse 1) I ain’t got a dime. Just wasting time. Outside a local café. Caught the Sheriffs eye. As he slowly drove by. I know he’ll be coming back this way. In these little towns. Strangers, don’t hang around. The people, want you on your way. If you’re still in town. When the sun goes down. That Sheriff, will give me a place to stay. [chorus] [You keep moving, when you’re not wanted.] [You keep walking, not hanging around.] [You keep looking, for a place you can call home.] [You keep moving, there’s no home in this town.] (verse 2) I’ve been on my own. Since the orphanage closed. Never, has any one wanted me. I’ve been a thorn. From the day I was born. Not even my parents, wanted me. They died in a car. After a day in a bar. When I was only at the age of four. It’s all like a dream. I still hear my Mother’s screams. I choose not to remember, any more. [chorus] [I keep moving, cause I’m not wanted.] [I keep walking, from town to town.] [I keep looking, for a place I can call my home.] [I keep moving, there’s no home in this town.] (verse 3) You never know. Which way you should go. All these towns, start to look the same. You know you can’t stay. You best be on your way. And you can’t go back the way you came. Someday, I’ll find that town. That will let me settle down. A town, I can call my own. A town, where I can stay. For the rest of my days. A town, I can finally call home. [chorus] [Till then, I keep moving, from where I’m not wanted.] [I keep walking, and not hang around.] [I’ll keep looking, for a place I can call home.] [I’ll keep moving, there’s no home in this town…]
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(verse 1) I was going through my life, with no direction or goals. My life was so meaningless, or so I had been told. Then, all at once, you were there. You said, don’t listen to them. They don’t really care. Don’t live to impress any one, that doesn’t believe in you. [chorus] [You, touched my soul.] [You, made me whole.] [You, rescued me.] [You, made me see.] [Ya, you’re all I need.] (verse 2) You told me, life doesn’t need a plan. If you live it, the best you can. You don’t need to prove anything to me. I can already see. Don’t try to keep up with the Jones. Do you need two cars, and a cellular telephone? I’ll show you the way if you take my hand. [chorus] (verse 3) It’s been almost twenty years. In all that time, I never feared. You wouldn’t be my lover and best friend. On you, I could always depend. Thou we’re getting a little old. You’ve always kept me, from the cold. And you’ll do so, till the end. [chorus] [You, touched my soul.] [You, made me whole.] [You, rescued me.] [You, made me see.] [YA, you’re all I need.]
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I throw the rope up over the beam. Step off the chair. I will not scream. I cut my wrist with as razor blade. I am laughing to myself. As the light begins to fade. No longer, shall I hide from people, when they stare. No longer, will my days, be filled with despair. No longer, shall I spend lonely nights, in the Winters cold. No longer, will any one yell at me, to do as I am told. No longer, shall I be reminded, of all that I have lost. No longer, will I shiver, in the morning frost. No longer, shall I feel, I am falling behind. No longer, will I go through, the torture in my mind. No longer, shall I go on with this life of misery. No longer, will I have too, because I am setting myself free. I take down the bottle of pills. And I swallow twenty four. Lay down on my bed, soon I won’t feel anything any more. I put the pistol under my chin. I pull the trigger with great haste. But, when they find me, there is a smile on my face…
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My age is a showing. The gray hairs, keeps on growing. I’m afraid, my youth is all but gone. From my head to my feet. A new pain, every week. Seems like there’s always something wrong. I no longer read newsprint. Even if I squint. My arms, are not long enough any more. There is no waiting in line. When it’s bathroom time. Or my water, might end up on the floor. To you, this might sound funny. But to me, it’s really crummy. I am only in my forties, for Christ sakes. I’ve looked at my chart. And the rate I’m falling apart. Retirement. I will never make. My once chiseled body. Now is rather shoddy. It’s a challenge, to just tie my shoes. I have a nasty cough. And I wheeze, when I walk. I’m going down hill, what should I do? My ears have a constant ring. I can barely hear a thing. From the loud noise, of various jobs. I can’t climb up stairs. I get dizzy, standing on chairs. And I believe, my memory, is being robbed. Yeah, I’m a mess. And I must confess. In my youth. I had too much fun. I can only say. This is the price, I must pay. And wasting my youth, was awfully dumb. So to the young at heart. Who all think, their so damn smart. Someday, all of this will happen to you. With a turn of the page. You will be middle aged. Now you have something to look forward to…
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What can I do to pull you near? That time is gone I fear. Am I trying to hard? Or not enough? Should I be gentle, or should I be rough? The sleepless nights go by so slow. My hunger for you, continues to grow. I’ve been hoping, you will see the light. But nothing I do. Seems to make it right. You tell me, that you love me still. That is one bitter pill. People, say that I’m a fool. How can I pine away for you? You’ve done me wrong and broke my heart. To love you now, is not smart. Yet here I am under your spell. Day by day, I live in hell. Never knowing if you care how much I burn. Never knowing if my love, you will return. All I do, is pout and cry. Sometimes, I wish I would die. I should give up all hope. Around my neck, tie a rope? With sleeping pills, you feel no pain. Maybe, a bullet, to the brain. No, I’ll keep on going, I’ll make a stand. Hoping and praying to come up with a plan. That will convince her, I’m the right man. If only we could start again. Make a brand new start. Like we did so long ago. When love was in our hearts. But, I’m afraid, this won’t happen. It’s over, I must agree. If this is what she wants. Then I will set her free…
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To watch it snow. Watch the cold white grow. As it fall upon the ground. Sticking to cars, after it falls from the stars. See the white gleam, cover the ground. It looks so clean. You feel serene. In the pure whiteness of it all. You feel so good, as winter play should. As you watch the snow falls. It’s sad but true. You know it too. Snow cannot last forever. Cause soon it will warm, or become a rain storm. You may hope it will last, but never. If it’s around a few days. The whiteness, starts to haze. It doesn’t seem as clean as before. You’re stuck shoveling the stuff. And that can be rough. Because now your back is sore. As it turns into sleet, and runs down the street. It becomes more of a mess, then it’s worth. After the sloppy ooze, gets in your shoes. You don’t care much for it any more. So remember today, if the skies turn gray. And your hopes turn to snowy weather. It’s not as neat as it seems. Don’t forget by all means. That only in dreams. Is snow, clean and white forever…
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They released me from prison, this morning. Did five years, for a crime I didn't do. They put me on this bus. Wished me best of luck. Now, I'm writing this letter for you. What can I say, to you? They have finally proven, that I'm not guilty. But in those five long years. I never heard from you. And your father had said. He would rather see you dead. Then let me have any more contact with you. What could I do? I remember how you cried, at my trial. You promised me, your love would stay true. But durning those five long years. You were alone, and full of fear. I understood, what you had to do. I don't blame you. My Mother told me, you have married Willy Martin. He's a good man, from a good family. I hope you're doing well. And if you can not tell. I wish you the best, of all that you are due. There is nothing left, for me to do. I just wanted you to know, where I'm going. I'm headed West, so I can start anew. I'm not coming home. I don't feel, that's where I belong. Don't want to cause any more problems for you. What should I do? My bus ride ends, when it hits the next town. This letter, I will never mail to you. I'm free from that prison cell. I'm free, but still in hell. You have no idea, what I had to go through. I pray you never do. I just felt, I needed to write you, This letter. I really needed to say good-by. Thou, you'll never see. This letter written by me. I swear every word I've written down is true. I still love you...
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OK. This is my first and more then likely, my ONLY, attempt at writing a RAP song. So be kind you guys. I did this for my daughter that loves it. I'm not trying to make anyone mad or any thing, but she likes it and thought I should post it...As me and my posse walk through our hood. All the pretty ladies smile, cuz it’s understood. In this hood, yo I’m the king. It ain’t the size of my posse. It’s the size of my Bling. [ I got Bling.] [ I got Bling.] [ Ain’t it a beautiful thing.] [ Talking about my Bling.] YO! You can see us coming from a block away. Cause it shines real bright, in the suns rays. It hangs from my neck, on a big *ss chain. But it looks pretty cool, so I don’t mind the pain. [ I got Bling.] [ I got Bling.] [ It’s a heavy thing.] [ It’s my Bling.] YO! That Eminem sucka, ain’t got a thing on me. That white boy thinks he’s cool, in his golden Bling. Mine is a hub cap, from a 55 Ford. Got the set, so I got three more. [ I got Bling.] [ I got Bling.] [ It’s a collectible thing.] [ Yeah, that’s my Bling.] YO! Now, if you want to be, super cool like me. Then you’re going to need some acces-sor-ies. Find some big old shiny thing. Wear it around town, and call it Bling. [ I got Bling.] [ I got Bling.] [ Come on and help me sing.] [ About my Bling.] [ REPEAT] WORD!!!
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Do you remember when television, had nothing to do with reality? When people worried about their normality. When the cars you seen, didn’t all look the same. And it was still a lot of fun, to play in the rain?It was still safe to soak up the sun’s rays. Man, those were the Golden Days. How children could play without fear. For fifty cents, you could buy a beer. When Moms knew how to make apple pie. Real ones, not the kind that you buy. Or that five dollars an hour, was considered good pay. What happened to those Golden Days? If someone gave their word, it was as good as gold. Children still did as they were told. No body died, in your town every night. It was easy to tell wrong from right. Before everything begun to fray. Back in those Golden Days. It must be a sign I’m getting old. Life was better in those days of gold. Now, you can’t take anybody, at their word. And you can’t believe anything you have heard. All the cars, look the same. You must be careful of acid rain. You’ll get cancer, from soaking in the sun’s rays. God, I miss those Golden Days…
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If you take a look at the life of a dog. You’ll see, they have it made. They eat, drink, and lay around in the shade. As long as there is some one to give them care. A dogs life, is pretty fair. Some get more pampered, then most people I know. They are the ones, you see at the big dog shows. All those dogs, are papered and pedigreed. That doesn’t mean a damn thing to me. I lean toward the good old Mutt. The type that’s usually licking its butt. They have no papers or pedigree. The only papers on them, smells like dog pee. The best family pet, loyal to the end. They are truly, mans best friend. A Mutt will follow you where ever you go. When you don’t feel good, they seem to know. Watch over you, when you’re asleep. Just like a shepherd, minding his sheep. They’ll let you know, if something is wrong in the yard. Those good old Mutts, are always standing guard. When you are in your chair, they are right there on the floor. And wait for hours, to be let out the door. Some say, I’m some kind of nut. But I’ve found no nobler animal, then the Mutt. So when it’s time to get a family pet. A good old Mutt, is your best bet. They may not be pretty, or cost a lot of money. They might have fleas, and look a little funny. They are never much to look at, at first glance. But if you want a life long friend. You’ll give a Mutt, a chance…
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