Contract to myself.

I hereby state on this date of Friday, 5/29/09, I Jeremy Ferrick now declare myself a Solo singer songwriter. I am registered as such under Ascap, and also maintain rights as a Publisher under the title renouncer. I choose to make my living through music, whether by selling physical cd's or vinyl, itunes, or playing like, ie, busking on the street, or playing in clubs all over the world. I devote at least an hour a day to learning and improving my craft the rest of my life. If I skip out on this, I will have to make up for time lost. I will devote myself first and foremost to writing and playing my own compositions as opposed to others, but will also have a repetoire of covers available.
I am psychically giving myself permission to perform when and where in the past I may have shrinked of my duty due to half heartedness and fear, which now I am done with permanently.

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part of my problem is part of my heart

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this is the part of dirty suits' happy again that i wrote:
it looks like we're going to be happy again
maybe surroundings, i don't care
i can sense it, feel it, i can't touch it or find it
feels good anyway but i don't mind it.

not much, but it definitely deserves a cowriter credit, since it's the inspiration for the title.

of Sol Ris Publishing agrees to no publishing for the following titles:
432617975 maybe the meteor
49406139 sit in the silence
494506111 sleepwalking angel
323675930 bullfighter
the writer Jeremy Ferrick retains all publishing.
Signed________________________________

David and Goliath

yeah your daddy was a big shot
what the hell have you got
daddy raised a big snot
here's my slingshot
i'll probably never make a dime
off these little songs of mine
but they come straight out of my heart
that's nothing to sneeze at
i'm doing my part
that's nothing to tease at
I'll never amount to nothing
but I'll sing these songs from the grave
before I am your slave.
david and goliath
you turned me into a monster
all i ever wanted
was everything
all i ever wanted
was a chance to sing
So sure you know what you're talking about
Never ever had to do anything for yourself
you invite me to your parties
but i gotta work
I can't afford dinner
so you think I'm a jerk
Everybody hates a poor man
everybody loves you
they don't even know
that it's not what you do.
Yeah it's so easy to live in a van
when you gotta a trustfund from your old man.
It's so easy to act high and dry
all the real ones keep wondering why
Yeah all the real folk are dying, trying to look good
You don't try hard even though you could.