So my brother is here and had me look up the group Mury. I love this song, and wanted to write a story about it.
Here’s the video (not great) and the lyrics (awesome). Love the music. Love the words.
Let’s see how this inspires you.
Here are the lyrics:
I hate the way that my words come together at your expense
Wish that when I wrote I wouldn’t have to be so honest
Show some tact or show some class or maybe just some respect
I’ll respect you when you respect me, what can you expect?
I’m just being honest
I still fight the urge to call, I know there’s nothing to say
I still love you and I think about you every day
It’s not easy for me though I know I act like it is
Feel the pain that hurts so bad I guess I’ve gotta fake it
Just like I’ve gotta say this
That this song is the b-side to the truth
About how I really feel about you
And I know sometimes my words they burn like hell
But I still want you, if you can’t tell
It’s hard to see you I know that we’ve got to act like we’re friends
Force a smile, fake a hug and try not to act nervous
“How am I? I’m good, no great, no perfect, life’s just a treat”
Ask you question after question, I don’t want you to leave
I just want you to see
That this song is the b-side to the truth
About how I really feel about you
And I know sometimes my words they burn like hell
I still want you, if you can’t tell
I’ve got the keys if you wanna roll
I’ll take you anywhere that you wanna go
We’ll climb in the backseat like when we first met
I’ll lay on my back while you lay on my chest
I’ve got the keys if you wanna roll
I’ll take you anywhere that you wanna go
We’ll climb in the backseat like when we first met
I’ll lay on my back while you lay on my chest
While you lay on my chest
This song is the b-side to the truth
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Music is amazing to me–and absolutely a source of inspiration! I’ve written a whole book around a song once!
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By beth on 05.02.09 8:10 am | Permalink
music can be an inspiration for me, but I have to really be impressed by the lyrics. Not just any old song will do. Have fun writing this story!
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By Brenna on 05.04.09 12:25 pm | Permalink
I just stand there.
Stunned.
My stomach churning.
He has his hand shoved in her back pocket. I used to do that.
Not that I have a claim to Cate anymore, but Jackson Carter is a jackass.
Why him? What does he have that I don’t?
She laughs and grabs his arm.
Damn.
She’s touching him.
Bile starts to surface, and I swallow it back down.
Great, now she’s caught me staring at her.
I smile.
No, don’t come over here! Don’t bring him this way.
Deep breath. Push hands in pocket. No punching Jack. That wouldn’t impress her. So what would?
“Hey! Wow, you look so great, Connor!” She wraps her arms around my waist and smells all sweet and delicious. I just want to kiss her.
Let go, Connor. You don’t want her to know what kind of affect she has on you. Stop hugging her! Don’t touch her anymore, and watch your hands. Damn, don’t brush her butt. What’s wrong with you?
“You look great,” Cate says as she pulls away from me and takes Jackson’s hand. “So what have you been up to lately? I haven’t seen you around in ages.”
Yeah, because you haven’t looked.
“Yeah, I’ve been staying busy with work and school. You know, with sixteen credits and a working full time at Joe’s, I don’t have much free time.”
“I remember. You never have much time.”
Was that remorse? She sounds sad. Her lip twitched. Is she fighting a frown? Man, I want to kiss her. To touch her again.
“So…Um…Maybe we can get together sometime. You know, for old time’s sake.” She reaches out at takes my hand, swinging it in front of her, like she used to do before she’d kiss me.
Oh, please forget this idiot and kiss me.
“Maybe you can bring whoever you’re dating and we can double.”
Well, hell. “Yeah, that would be fine.” Fine? Who says that? That would be fine. Damn, I’m an idiot.
My hand’s still swinging in hers. I can’t figure out what any of this means.
“So…I guess we should get going.”
We? Oh yeah, Jackson. Forgot about him.
He looks pissed.
I can’t help but smile. Cate is still holding my hand.
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By Sarah on 05.08.09 9:20 am | Permalink
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