this music for your wedding day
by Johnny Lechner
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melissa on the cover of a bride magazine. she appears to be everywhere this september morning. don't you miss me? maybe she does. no she doesn't, that was just my imagination. she's not pretty she is beautiful. full of herself it seems, but not as much as me. i'm a smartass musician, she's a super-model looking woman waitressing.

there's got to be more to the story than that. as a matter of fact, on the floor we sat and the 2 of us we had a blast, but then our love did pass and now i'm flat. on her memory list i'm last and my pain at, she laughs and the poetry comes out fast. here comes the bride as i try to get where the streets intersect. i'm just a guy in my car i fly, who wishes to object and now i would like to make a trade. all of this music for your wedding day.

i'm cold and i'm shaking and i'm scared and i'm hot. my heart beats hard and my heart is about to stop. the oceans of my palms and the cotton of my mouth as i head south looking for a way out.

write that girl a song
by Johnny Lechner
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i think i met her through a friend of a friend of a friend. we were mere acquaintances, not really tight. she loved to dance. that girl would stay out all night. if you think you've seen the color blue in somebody elses eyes, take that blue and multiply it by five. she didn't know that i had a heart. this was also before she knew that i played the guitar.

her hair was long and curly and the color was like if you had mixed mustard with vanilla ice cream. it was a very beautiful color, but her best qualities could not be seen. she's got a heart of gold, but all of these guys in her life they just don't get it. she's been treated like shit and she's a hopeless romantic.

she doesn't care if i'm famous or not. she just feels the music and that means a lot. i think i'm gonna write that girl a song.

a little crazy
by Johnny Lechner
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i was a fool for this lady since last january. she said call me baby, i said yes i would but maybe something just didn't seem right and i changed my mind. i think it was because she's a little crazy.

the soundtrack of her movie
by Johnny Lechner
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she lays in a movie. and in this movie, she wakes up, and her heart beats still. she's tossing and turning and thinking she's dreaming in a spinning wheel. she's hating and thanking and saying to me "is this real". if i could steal her heart from her lover, i would love her, put it all in my chest with all of the rest that was left unsaid under covers.

please return immediately the screenplay you wrote inside of me. the personal became public, the private became what people see. i want her to hear, i want her to see, i want her to feel something real with me. the soundtrack of her movie...i am writing. writing in circles, writing anything goes.

she's dragging her hands in the sand, the lines have been drawn, i'll keep running away today until i'm gone, if she keeps flirting with me, i'll keep working for her on this song. i wanna say, i wanna pray she's not dragging me along. equal distance between two places you'd rather not be with the hollywood bravado of liberace. she opens her mouth, but she can't speak because she is in a movie starring her...no, it's starring me.

twenty-something
by Johnny Lechner
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All of the sudden I disappeared. A couple of years ago though I was here. it was hard and it was fast. You were first and I came last. You became worse and I passed and it reversed and you were sad.
Sunshine much too nice to be…that girl was twenty-something. One stage past where I’m at, but someday I wanna be a dad. What the f should I do about that? I think I’m gonna break off those plans we had because
She wants a man who remodels bathrooms, not one who wakes up in them. I spilled wine on myself for you while writing this song...here we go again.
You’ve got a visitor at the bar and you don’t know who. Sunday afternoon, I think I’ll take a little time off to think about things. When I try to talk I have trouble putting thoughts together so I stop.

Sunshine much too nice to be…that girl was twenty-something. One stage past where I’m at, but someday I wanna be a dad. What the f should I do about that? I think I’m gonna break off those plans we had because
She wants a man who remodels bathrooms, not one who wakes up in them. I spilled wine on myself for you while writing this song...here we go again.

And you say I’m so deep. yes i think that I can get deeper. Even though I’m such a good liar I need you to believe me when I say
Her favorite wine to drink is my love.
Her favorite wine to drink is my blood.
Her favorite wine to drink is the name of my son.
Her favorite wine to drink is my sun.

Sunshine much too nice to be February Twenty-something.
Sunshine much too nice to be…that girl was twenty-something.
One stage past where I’m at, but someday I wanna be a dad. What the f should I do about that? I think I’m gonna break off those plans we had because
She wants a man who remodels bathrooms, not one who wakes up in them. I spilled wine on myself for you while writing this song...here we go again.

then suddenly nothing less
by Johnny Lechner
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i need to shave my face. i told myself that i would not cut my hair again until i saw you again at my place. i told you i needed you. i told myself that i would not fall in love again, because i'm hating it again and feeling helpless again. what are you doing tonight? can you stop? sleep well knowing you can have me if you want. as you discover yourself, i discover my fate. caught in an inward maze as i contemplate.

you're giving me more. now you say you want it to end. nothing more than just friends, then suddenly, suddenly, nothing less.

goodnight my friend, that's what i should have said. kissed you instead of leaving well enough alone again you said some things i would have never guessed. we slept and i held your back against my chest. now you're torn between two lovers, and i'm torn because you chose the other. you're asking me please set memories aside. i'm begging and pleading one more time.

you're giving me more. now you say you want it to end. nothing more than just friends, then suddenly, suddenly, nothing less.

but i miss you sometimes
by Johnny Lechner
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It’s been three months since I fell from the floor to the wall to the couch from my bed body sore, journal in hand. I’ve got to write this shit down I said. Now that it’s on paper I should feel different. If she heard these words would things change? Seems everything is just going so fast I just want it to slow down and I want to relax. I really want to pick up the phone, but I know I let her go because she was not the one. It was an interesting breakup because we broke each other down.

I’m honestly fine without you in my life,
but I miss you sometimes.
Like when it rains and I want to say
I made it rain because I was thinking of you.

I wrote this song in 32 minutes. Started 10:41 and ended 11:13. Please do not try this at home. Open it up there’s nothing in it. Read the lyrics see the appearance and then spin it. I am some kind of poetic professional. I’m torn in two on days like these, hours like the last, minutes like this, seconds like that. I’m getting sentimental, follow my gut I gotta keep up because my heart is slow and my brain is fast.

I thought it was December 29th but it’s the 12th. Actually, it’s after midnights so it’s the 13th but oh well. Tonight it was cold I saw snow and the words flow out of my mouth about some girl nobody knows in photos. You’ve got me rumblin bumblin stumblin mumbling on the mic and playing this piece of wood with the strings pulled tight. You’ve got me thinking and drinking, swinging and singing, begging and blinking, and getting all bling bling.

The complete opposite of a Boy Band
by Johnny Lechner
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i think i lost it in the drunk drawer. she left me wanting less and i left her wanting more. another poem, but i'll try to keep it short, i never wrote about this girl before. and then she said to me that i am starting to sound like one of those cute boy bands. i'm not a scam, i'm not a map (a tiger beat blueprint) at a newsstand.

the pain is not painted, truth not airbrushed. scar above my lip and my hair's messed up. clothes from a thrift shop, once, twice, three. you'll never see this face on a teen magazine.

the complete opposite of a boy band, cuz i write my own words and play my own instruments. could it be somehow that this lack of choreography is somehow holding me back. you gotta believe me when i say, all of the movement is behind my eyes.

Don't get me confused with one of those five member pretty boy groups. they all seem way too contrived to be true. no not i that's not me, it's not he that she sees, she sees pirouettes caught in silhouettes. one of these days some hollywood big shot has got to write a movie about us.

her curves belong to the world
by Johnny Lechner
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Everyone thinks that I’m not happy, but I’m happy.
I’m just afraid this one is gonna hurt
because this girl is such a f’ing flirt
and she can’t keep on her f’ing skirt.
Her curves belong to the world
I can’t think of the words to describe this one girl.
I’m just afraid that this one is gonna hurt.

Sweet sweet librarian please talk to me Thursday eve. You are much too young to be considered a tease and much too young to be in love with me, but now you’re older. Who’s your baby? Do you still lie to your lover between the sheets through your teeth. Come over baby, you would say to me. Luckily I was busy then or was I just afraid of falling and getting hurt with a flirt.

So you’ve moved on, so have I, and that’s fine. We had a thing, we had a fling, we had a moment in time and you were kind and you sighed and you cried and you’d write of the loneliness that was difficult to survive. I tried to be that guy. It did not fit, it was the wrong size. You could have put it in words much better than I. I would have gotten hurt much worse. The reason why? You’re a flirt.

this famous little girl
by Johnny Lechner
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Dan said I’m not motivated partly because I have been dating so many ladies to meet someone to knock me onto my ass so I can turn it into a song. It’s wrong and it’s fast, without a doubt it wont last it will crash in the grass and create a blast for the masses.

Is this what you and I were talking about?
The walls were blue and so were you trying to figure your addictions out.
The rumors they were extremely exaggerated,
but this famous little girl named Mary Kate and myself, for a while we were hanging out.

Chad said photograph it. Attach it to an email and get er’ sent because I’ve seen her on the TV, maybe her sister Ashley avoiding the paparazzi like a true celebrity. I’m thinking about when we met. I remember thinking you were cool. I remember thinking too we would be dating soon.

But then she flipped out and turned her hair from blonde to brown when that little girl found out that I don’t mess around. Tomorrow night, I’ll be in a new state of mind and it might be hers but it will probably be mine. It’s all about karma I said. It’s all about those limo rides.

potential lover
by Johnny Lechner
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i told her she's an even bigger headcase than i thought.
she laughed, laid on her back,
i've always been attracted to girls like that,
but this one is different.
she reminded me of a movie i once saw she said
i can't stop that, go fast, at last.

she's a magazine cover, curtain puller,
potential lover, compulsive liar,
tank top wearer, preview giver,
passionate kisser, poetry liver.
i can't have you, but maybe that's why i want you love to spend the night. you're so fine. i can read you like braille to the blind like the pegs of a lite brite. i know wrong from right, but maybe i lied, when i told you love that i didn't mind being the other guy.

let me rub your back and your arms let me rub your legs.
anyway, what are you thinking now?
are you thinking how did you get yourself into this?
let me put your pieces together
let me clean your mess.
lets talk about the attraction, on my bed rest.
when you're gone i wish you hadn't left.
i told you how i wished we'd never met.

she's a magazine cover, curtain puller,
potential lover, compulsive liar,
tank top wearer, preview giver,
passionate kisser, poetry liver.
i can't have you, but maybe that's why i want you love to spend the night. you're so fine. i can read you like braille to the blind like the pegs of a lite brite. i know wrong from right, but maybe i lied, when i told you love that i didn't mind being the other guy.

drama
by Johnny Lechner
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The time has come, but not my love.
She got married this past weekend just because.
Just because she was in love.
What a beautiful way to spend the day
unless her and I were still in love.

Do you mind if I Ride these four chords.
As you always do, May I please ask Again.
Don’t look at me that because Really I’m fine.
Always exaggerating and Making things up…Anyway.

Sometimes it’s rough, but not because I bend the truth to make it rhyme every time like a crime.
Like a criminal mind behind the bars of this song for what I’ve done wrong.
I was hers, she was mine, she was crying, I was lying
unless her and I were still in love.

Dare I say lady that I was stung.
Rarely are my actions 4 3 2 1.
One ankle bracelet, two mix CDs, three awkward silences from her for me
because her and I were still in love