Drunk in love.

Sat here on my own thinking of you and me, netflix and biscuits, 

You were with me because I was a misfit,

But between us it’s just distance, 

Trying to get us back to where we were, trying to lift us.

My friends keep telling me; give it up, give it up, let her go, live it up,

I guess I drink too much, Have another drink and I can feel your touch…  it’s a crutch.

Call it drunk in love, call it what you wana,

But I was on the keys, you were the performer,

You were my side-kick you were my Robin, but it’s like you went and forgotten and I find it all shocking,

Hate to be truthful, but it’s mad to think you won’t hold me like you used to.
And I’ve saved all your texts with x’s,

Disagreements with your x’s,

But best wishes,

Mr,  Mrs,

Not right man, this isn’t what I wanted..

Mentally physic, flying quidditch,

Rounders, hit it, round the park after dark and our visits to the drive through,

And late night Thai food,

But that night you were in a right mood,

And smiled at the other guys cute,

Right through to the end, I’d walk on hot coals,

To make you happy that was my goal,

I thought enough loyalty was shown I didn’t expect to be Royaly thrown,

Sat here with these beers all alone,

In an empty home,

It’s mad to think you won’t hold me like you used to.

If Only You Knew – foreigners in the U.K.

If Only You Knew. 

I came here for life, what would you do? 

If your house was so poor,  that you ran out of food? 

Would you like it, if someone said go back?  

To a country, a place that’s fallen aback. 

How would you feel? In a society stripped of money? 

You would probably go elsewhere for family, to find the bees and the honey. 

So why do you look at me, an judge me straight through ?  

When you would do the same in my shoes, if only you knew. 

Why I wrote this song #1

Why I wrote : Hold My hand. 

We had lost my father in law, a great man, a funny man and very wise man at 82. My son used to sleep next to him on the sofa at the tender age of 3. They’d both fall asleep together. 

My son doesn’t remember all that much, but I have never seen anyone love a kid like my father in law did. We lost him suddenly, and we told my son that he was in the stars. He kept asking when is he coming back down? (heartbreaking). My mother in law said that my son kept him going at times.  I’m glad he did, he had a great sense of humour, a country music fan and we both shared a love for Johnny Cash. 

 Not a day goes by without you in our thoughts.  Here is my song dedicated to my father In law and my son written by me. 

Song along with lyrics here: //kidbklj.bandcamp.com/track/hold-my-hand 

Music originally by Michael Jackson & Akon. (Sony) 

Kid-b Silly Rap, Challenge #1

HMGW Home of music gaming and wrestling, challenges Kid-B (me) to Rap about everyday items this week includes :-

Star Wars Figure

Battery

Wolverine Figure

Tea Bag

Smelly Shoe

Plastic Container

At 0:27

Stream my music free: kidbklj.bandcamp.com

To be honest, Container was the hardest one to thread in. I thought how could I make Container sound even remotely cool? So I put my trainers in containers cozy there making bad fumes! Thank you for the challenge, can’t wait for the next one.  

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