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Thought I'd just spurt out of my head live on the Internet and see if it's any good. A little challenge to myself. C4C as always.

Surpressed Catholic upbringing and fondling

Distant memories of period three
and all the talk about the world
I never sinned, I never sinned
I just prayed I did so I'd fit in

But, oh, second year university
and all the glamour of it all
I could sin with the best of them
trawling through this bar again and again

Thought of such subtleties
and a shyness more vulgar than most
without it, but nothing to a man
and never that to a woman

Lying, rule one
getting away with it, better
she drukenly plays the piano
while I blindly play with her chest

Condense these years into one
All these things that matter into less
I'll never seek forgiveness
I never planned to confess

I never sinned, I never sinned
I just wished I could
All my faults and misdemeanours
Trivial compared to that night

Alcohol surging away piety
Pressure pushing me forward
She spoke with her words
And I sinned with my hands

Sweat in this, the inebriated boiler room
Morals and the devil's brewery
This tension is real
This tension is pure


I think I have natural talent for guitar because I'm left handed and I use that hand to pleasure myself. Seeing as I started playing after most of intense masturbating-teen years, the dexterity was already there.
Last edited by J-Spoon at Mar 24, 2007,