Belmont Songwriters Guild

I have a-lot of songs. Around 3-4 hundred if you count all the bangin around I did in high school. Of worthwhile and lasting quality-let's say around 45-50 tunes. Bluegrass, pop punk, rockabilly, cattle thrash, cabaret, trash ball country blues. Stuff like that. So it's hard to pick one. So I leave you with a little piano ditty called Photographs for now. I prefer to strangle a guitar but I'll use anything.

Photographs of you, like a deck of cards,
they go shuffling inside my heart
I seal my lips with lipstick stitches
thinking of the ways in which you hurt me
the bones in your neck and I am a nervous wreck
i trip on the slip
of your dress
well i can't get no rest. i feel you beside of me
and your lips were the ones that broke loves heart in 2
now it's turning on you-my baby blue

i shouldn't talk to you-i said you are a sin
whoah it's happened again, we are the best of friends
i wear a suit in the sun
the telephoneit aint' no fun
when you lie around and you don't talk to no one

chorus-you know.

everyone calls for you-but you are not around
the endless parade of your emotions is outside of my window trying to bring me down.

your lips,

2004 starhick musick. adam hill, words, muzak and all instruments.