Hey guys! you may remember similar posts that look a lot like this one. I am writing to inform you that my new CD is out! Unlike the first, this album strongly reflects my music style. The CD is titled, "My Famous Year." You can check out song samples from the CD on my website, www.alexwatsonmusic.com If you're in to acoustic/rock music then you will throughly enjoy this album. for a full length album, it is being sold for a very cheap price. and you can also get both cd's and a sticker for a great deal. I hope that you get the time to swing by the site and check it out. Thank you guys for all of your support!
Hey guys. I would hope that all of you like acoustic music since ya'll are tuned in to these types of communities. Please take some time and check out my website. I am an acoustic singer/songwriter from Georgia. I will be playing a lot this year in the atlanta area trying to spread my name out a little. I am sure you guys areN'T doing anything important on the internet anyway so close out those Yahoo poker games and listen to my little songs. CD's are dirt cheap. for $6 you get 12 songs. thanks guys.
Yes kids, it's time for me to be a promotion whore...
Alex Watson is a native of Brunswick, Georgia and he is a freaking amazing artist! I would really, really, really appreciate it if y'all would check out his music (the links are below). If you enjoy his music, you can buy a CD for dirt cheap ($6) and you can either e-mail me at email@example.com or just leave me a comment! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR TIME!
Every morning, the sun does rise You are with another guy I see vacantness in my bed I might just morne but instead I choose to accept you for what you are No more than a dirty whore Something I thought that just might last but you kick me in the ass
All the faith I thought I had, its all just goes away But i know, i know something about you, you like to fuckin screw
My cousins my brother my uncle to, fucked you in the poop shoot Paul Jeremy, Rosco, Dan; Even prepubestent Jimmys a fan You've fucked ever guy I know That just goes to show You're a whore, You're a dirty fucking whore You are a whore
It was a sunday afternoon I was justa waiting for you Flowers and Candy in my hand I was such your biggest fan but you didn't show up that day you were out getting some play Out with your friends band I guess there was something else in you hand
you say two legs i'll fuck blonde hair i'll fuck cross-eyed migets, i'll definataly fuck South dwelling, pig humpin, inbreded farmer I'm tellin you, gimme a suck
she could have been a kamikaze pilot cause she's slowly destroying herself through bad times, and the worse times she stays by his side cause she loves him even though he hasn't show signs of affection, for years just a flick of the wrist she could have been so pretty but she's grown ugly with hate a black eye for christmas, and another for valentine's
so i guess i should explain this song... it is about this girl i know, and kinda about my mother as well, cause my mom has always been in abusive realtionships and i ask her how she can stay with him and she'll say "because i love him and i never will understand".... when someone around my own age said the same thing it inspiried me to write this.... it is still unfinished
I'm driving down the highway The ocean splashes on the cliff below I hear your voice still lingering in my car I miss you so much
A half eaten butterfinger Still lyes in the passenger seat From the time you got sick and puked out my car I miss you so much
I get a whiff of your perfume A tear drops down my face Remembering the times you made me laugh I miss you so much
* Don't worry baby I'm coming to see you again I'll be there soon
Don't cry baby I'm coming speeding down the road I'll be there soon *
A park on the side of the road I remember looking up toward the stars With me wrapping my self in your warmth I miss you so much
Seeing familiar places Only reminding what I am going through The past, present everything we've been through, again I miss you so much
I am almost there The spot where we were suppose to meet
. . . . . . . . . . I want to somehow write that they went to meet at this place and a car or something ran her over and now he is going there either to visit where she died or kill himself where she died