Biografía:
lot's changed and now i'm a free man. i live out of my car, travel, write songs, sing with full and happy lungs. i'm writing about it all and eventually will turn my scratchings into a book. you can follow my journey at year of a thousand roommates. if you want me to come sleep on your couch or play songs in your town, drop me a line. i've dropped out of "real life," and am living a real life. i want to live, laugh and love. i hope you're doing the same.
come visit me when i'm in your area and sing along.
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
PJ Bond
Lori Meyers (NOFX cover)
22. April: Vienna, Austria (live acoustic EP)
http://pjbondmusic.bandcamp.com/
http://pjbondmusic.tumblr.com/
Bm G
Lori Meyers used to live upstairs
Asus4 F#
Our parents had been friends for years
Almost every afternoon we'd play forbidden games
At nine years old there's no such thing
But it wasn't recognition of her face, what brought me back
Was a familiar mark as it flashed across the screen
I bought some magazines, some video tape scenes
Incriminating acts, I felt that I could save her... But she said
Who the hell are you to tell me how to live?
You think I sell my body; I merely sell my time
I ain't no Cinderella, I ain't waiting for no prince to save me
In fact until just now I was doing just fine. And on and on..
You think you know what degradation is, I felt it on the floor
At the factory where I worked once before
I took control, now I answer to me
The 50K I make this year will go anywhere I please
So where's the problem?
Lori Meyers (NOFX cover)
22. April: Vienna, Austria (live acoustic EP)
http://pjbondmusic.bandcamp.com/
http://pjbondmusic.tumblr.com/
Bm G
Lori Meyers used to live upstairs
Asus4 F#
Our parents had been friends for years
Almost every afternoon we'd play forbidden games
At nine years old there's no such thing
But it wasn't recognition of her face, what brought me back
Was a familiar mark as it flashed across the screen
I bought some magazines, some video tape scenes
Incriminating acts, I felt that I could save her... But she said
Who the hell are you to tell me how to live?
You think I sell my body; I merely sell my time
I ain't no Cinderella, I ain't waiting for no prince to save me
In fact until just now I was doing just fine. And on and on..
You think you know what degradation is, I felt it on the floor
At the factory where I worked once before
I took control, now I answer to me
The 50K I make this year will go anywhere I please
So where's the problem?
Placido Domingo
Plague of Happin (...)
Plague Vendor
Plaid Brixx
Plain Jane Autom (...)
Planeta Urbano
Planlos
Planta Alta
Plants and Anima (...)
Planxty