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I spin around in your love
In a place of wonder
I want to wander
With you, my muse

In a dream of carousels
On waves in caravels
Collecting
When I can't find words and wisdom in my life
And barriers abound
Should I feel blinded by the light
Knee deep up to my neck in heavy water
I
I killed my muse yesterday or was it yesteryear?
And I built you the great machine to amplify my fear
Would it matter to you if I say nothing as I
Starched white shirts, so neatly pressed by domestic muses
Feed delusions that everything is working out right
But your ribs can't withstand
Through the desert I have searched
For the place of magik's birth
Guided by the muses song
O'er the sands of Babylon

Through the jungle I have
lamb on God`s ground 
Ridden by the born of horn 
Jigged like a muse on life`s lawn.
always get in the way

the suburbs dream tonight of finding their muse 
damn those rape victime writers and their five star reviews 


wouldn't want
New-born muses rise from Bolivian

Eyes were open at last
Disguised by an athem
Blown by the northwind
A message was served them
They were chosen
a real musician
Frida drew the moon
I’m goin’ by Louise’s Church
She built in the city
Art of grace and style
That could make me smile
Talk to me
Tailgate Trombone Bob

Words & Music by Erika Paul
From the cd entitled, "Scat's My Bag"

What's that big belled instrument?
That sounds like
She was born to be my Unicorn
Robed head of ferns
Cat child tutored by the learned.

Darkly ghostish host
Haggard vizier of the moats
Seeks
with straw
And all the pretty colleens around me assembled
Loved their bold Phelim Brady, the bard of Armagh

Oh, how I long to muse on the days
Sing Muse with passion of the pistol
Sing Muse of the warning by the whistle
On a night so dark in the waning
A dawn obscured by slight sky
playing the bongos, and for some unknown reason, sobbing. We became friends and I acted as Andy's straight man in clubs and field trips. At the Improv in
made up words
Don`t have a meaning anymore
Carried away by nighttime birds
A blank page left to die

The songs I wrote fade with the wind
with straw
And all the pretty colleens around me assembled
Loved their bold Phelim Brady, the bard of Armagh

Oh, how I long to muse on the days
lack of soul
Whose misty fire, muses soul
Kneeling by the harm
Which is promising the way

His poor essence, under the truth
love and heart polish
with straw
And all the pretty colleens around me assembled
Loved their bold Phelim Brady, the bard of Armagh

Oh, how I long to muse on the days
Heels on the bike it's a mess
We are all supposed to meet by the bridge
I'm not not the only one who's late
I'm wearing the black tight again
the great rhyme power
freestyle, Improv, Impromptu,
bob your head to feel the rhythm so bomb you
want to dance we let the mic change hands
like a hot potato
Didn't intend to enrage
You say I've got a way with words
You say I always run to them 

Tonight I feel abandoned
By the muse of my heart
Tear by
Stick to the script, nigga, fuck your improv
Like the samurai
The street’s Hammurabi Code
Play your part, shut the fuck up, and do as I was told

I was
Is happiness real?
Or am I so jaded
I can't see or feel, like a man been tainted
Numbed by the effect, aware of the muse
Too in touch with
know
Each curse by each new kiss is run through

Nothing comes to nothing without my baby,
Nothing ever comes to nothing without my baby
the great rhyme power
freestyle, Improv, Impromptu,
bob your head to feel the rhythm so bomb you
want to dance we let the mic change hands
like a hot potato