Post by leah on Jul 19, 2009 9:44:49 GMT -5
Adjusting the strap of her guitar, Leah lifted it up a bit, and left it to lay upon her back. It was night time of course, and Leah was heading to her favorite place to play her guitar. The Garden Stepping upon the grass, her shoes began to tap lightly on the cobblestone, she was now walking on.
Tap Tap Tap... Taking her guitar out from behind her back, she sat it down gently, on the bench. Around her, was a beautiful garden, mostly above all that was the night sky, and the moon was hanging low tonight. She picked in her pocket, and pulled out her pick. Strumming lightly, she began to strum to the song "Typical by MuteMath" She played lightly, listening to the crickets chirp, and the lightning bugs, light up their butts. Continuing to play, she hummed the melody, and eventually began mouthing the words.
"Come on, can I dream for one day?
There's nothing that can't be done
But how long should it take somebody
Before they can be someone"
There's nothing that can't be done
But how long should it take somebody
Before they can be someone"
Putting her guitar down for a few minutes, she just had an idea. Getting up, she paced across the cobblestone, clutching her guitar quickly. She decided to play for the people of London, just for a bit that was. Thunder, was what she was going to play, and sing to too!
"Today is a winding road that's taking me to places that I didn't want to go
Whoa (whoa, whoa, whoa)
Today in the blink of an eye I'm holding on to something and I do not know why
I tried
I tried to read between the lines
I tried to look in your eyes
I want a simple explanation
For what I'm feeling inside
I gotta find a way out
Maybe there's a way out"
Her voice was sweet, she didn't want to sound like a dying cat, now did she? She found a decent enough sturdy rock, and sat on it, playing for the town folk of London.
Whoa (whoa, whoa, whoa)
Today in the blink of an eye I'm holding on to something and I do not know why
I tried
I tried to read between the lines
I tried to look in your eyes
I want a simple explanation
For what I'm feeling inside
I gotta find a way out
Maybe there's a way out"
Her voice was sweet, she didn't want to sound like a dying cat, now did she? She found a decent enough sturdy rock, and sat on it, playing for the town folk of London.