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eagle trap ping IYI
02:35
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why do i fake • and why do i go fight • i haven’t got a clue • still to this day what’s wrong or right
how do i hold this old seashell in my hand • out always to discover what it means to be your man
so i fly • into this web that traps an eagle • in the eye • inside the thread hole o through a needle • stitched in time
why do i sing and why do i go dancing • my pants are filled with ants • itching up my legs
do si do • around the barn’s dirt floor • scoring with the chickadees • balancing 2 and four
on A line • between 2ledges and tall reasoning • bought the sign • that in saying it’s the season so divine
why do we hate • and why have we sedated • all these children that are glowing • in their age we’ve been deflated
how do we know • just what their futures hold • just because the cold is coming • doesn’t mean it’s been foretold
it’s a lie • and it’s all teasing in the chimneys of our sky • intoxicating beings left behind
why do we go loving • the stars are high • the skies are full of little pearls and doves fly by above us
angel hair • woven from despair • a cloudy night from hope’s great light • your haven high in heaven
we must try • 2B good • all (good boys) go 2 heaven • ties that bind US 2B true until we greet the brighter side
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summer time and fools are sun stroke cumming
in the back of brothels snakes slink naked charmed
breeding sheepishly wearing wolverine clothing
chattering rattle bout a queer kid’s weeping dog
chorus1
so many blisters on our wrists from twisting sisters
doubting our selves existence slowly wild UN winds
unwieldy ravel ling rambling trampling card bored chatterer
doubt ing my self again • with julie on our mind
summer breeze grazing god’s green meadow
just a teasing tale of everything(all) that matters
mother’s queers girl’s true nature goes UN guided
pray her safely home slide down wet slippery ladders
chorus2
won’t U murder my sun he’s a gun street girl
down on her knees suck ing hockey puck deluxe
ivy leagues of 20,000 cash in ON the barrel
colosseums for the schooled youths(jews) loading guns
(snake eyes nut shell rappers jamming on the one)
all the rape in the lovely back board rumble seats
feet bare up on the dash bored • sun day (p)ride
thickening leaks in the hole in hell where god sleeps hiding
biting deep upper lofty lips lean ing left death squad
chorus3
zoom ing in and out of time ticks at A clip
zip it up a zipper biting tight toothed grip
stoned at home a bar room brawl sounds down the street
flip a coin in open air • gun shots • ring rinse repeat
guns for one and all from my cold dead hands
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i’m making a birthday cake
i’m burning my bridges down
i’m placing bets 2 rest in peace
deep down under neath Australia a town
i’m darning socks just in case
cold winter months blow wildly howling
warm mittens knit admittedly faithfully,
wandering wearily round my head hangs down
i’m worrying further future thoughts
tipping o’er family burial plots
inciting christian crimes of human slaughter
weighing anchored near our eden shore
counting sheep sleep in unending wars
deepen gangster plotting music scores in rows
degrading movie making cellulose
winning western minded dust bowls blows
plotting gangsters waging up side town
killing still pic 3d standing out
crying rivers filled with fish gone foul from stench
of trench cocked flesh and blood at river mouth
i’m making a birthday cake
i’m burning my bridges down
i’m placing bets 2 rest in peace
deep down under in australia town
i’m darning socks just in case
cold winter months • blow wildly howling
warm mittens knit admitedly faithfully,
wandering wearily round her head hangs down
i’m caring about changing things
things are changing (though)ir regardllessly
kit ten wool ly boots with cuffS fluf fy
kid gloves punch drunk king in 2 that good night heat
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hot air ballooney∆ 4
03:37
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C B+
deflated d reams - my attic holds
Am F G
blue sky asleep - inside a casket
C B+
traces of A fire’s coals
Am F G
my hot air balloon - and basket
i’m chained in town and growing sick
from dreams i’ve had my plan’s been drawn
school and house in anchored brick
my airship leaves - just after dawn
the buildings fell - a way beneath
the fire breathed - a thankful sigh
the houses seemed - like rooted teeth
below the milky - morning sky
i made it happen in my head
just hopeful illusions of grandeur
those promises that once were said
now dissipate into (the) empty air
my new perspective on the sky
almost makes this world seem kind
i know that i was meant to fly
it’s just t`he way we’re all designed
the clouds are silhouettes in bronze
i’m glad they join me on my way
i’ve always envied vagabonds
for the ease with which they stray
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been walking down the road • remembering things that i’ve been told • and not remembering but been told • so my memory keeps on spitting out Da new version every time the rhyming in my soup • the dinking round the tollbooth by the pool playing the fool
it’s still the Dbig deal every time • the rhyming in my soup • the dank and darkening stairs • where wishing wells R leading U
so i Amrun back home • home 2 C my mom • 2 hide my head in sand • do not want to B A man •
so many Dmanly things • like guns and sport car bling • exhausted from opinions racing round the kitchen sink
gone 2 meditate • on death A heightened state • where all R knowing reason seems 2 sooth and satiate our Dthirst 4 mindfulness/things • 4 justice’s twisted fist • maniacal my eyes roll back so far in2 skinhead
so i run back home • home 2 cry alone • 2 hide inside my mind • they watch me all the time •
down doing things • that later i’ll deny • but knowing all the while • they’re filming me and saving files
so they’re freezing you • you’re asleep out in the cold • you’re lost out on your own • there’s no road paved with solid gold
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daw kins ancectfdote 3
01:26
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leaking ship song 6
03:17
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something in the way she always leaves me loosing it
something that she says i knows she’s right i blue it
but knowing things can (change) i’m hoping 2B true again
2U
hard for me to blame i’m guilty but U2 a bit
you act a bit dI ranged untangled but in spite of it
you’re wanting me to change 4U 2much
but i/u won’t budge a little bit 2 second step
and i think for sure we could get to shore with this leaking ship if we all blew a bit
we’re always in the know · even though · we know · we don’t know shit
through all these 2s and fros · we’re dancing through the thick of it
and everybody knows · that guessing’s just the gist
of what everybody knows
i’m smiling down this road i’m trying to make ·my best of it
my heart is all a glow · i’m feeling dumb · but/yet incandescent
i’m playing in the cold · the snow falls · i just step in it
the hammond organ moans · it’s peddles tickling innocent
LY · yer 2 little piggy toes
and i think for sure we could get to shore with this leaking ship if everybody blew a bit
i’m crying my way home i haven’t got a leg to stand on
i’ve re announced the thrown that i have long been sitting in
the carpet’s red and worn and deep down all the dirt in it
starts to wear me thin
we’ve got no where to go and still we keep pursuing it
so someday wHEN we go there’ll be a free pre requisite
to somehow let things go and try to know how to forget
and forgive for what we did
and i think for sure we could get to shore with this leaking ship if we all blew a bit
and i think for sure we could get to shore with this leaking ship if everybody blew a bit
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the tortoise and my hair Guelph, Ontario
diary of a decomposing dog
this diary on this scary day is one of warmth again and
play i am not going to say what my feeling really is in fact it’s just a lark that i have any at all no one’s left to listen, no one ever has, my bed’s been made un-wizened so been judged to be the best, but somehow just one wrinkle in my head is always left.
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