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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
photo on the cover of
Your photo can't get enough

You and I, we read about it
We idolize the criminal mind
Is there a method in our madness?
And we
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
a camera flash
Jewelry game amazing
Car game crazy
Gucci Mane LaFlare walking 'round the city, say cheese

Riding with my broad, it's a photo shoot
When I
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.
no, the hood was strugglin'
But then I blessed them with that polo
Niggas was making music and then my first solo
Collo Drolo sponsored by Manolo
She
no, the hood was strugglin'
But then I blessed them with that polo
Niggas was making music and then my first solo
Collo Drolo sponsored by Manolo
She
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
Lens, focus in
Show us where we been
We can buy time, buy an hour at a time
We can buy time by the hour
Spring tonic gin
Dandelion wine
Photo
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
From faded newsprint used to wrap a fish
Inscrutably the muse selects your face
As I sit drinking famously in an Irish bar
Five thousand miles
point that thing at me
And don't you tell me I am just the one
You use your finger, you press the trigger
Know what you're after, your photo finger
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
Black roses laced with silver
By a broken moon.
Ten million stars
And the whispered harmonies of leaves.
We werer these.
Beside a dried up fountain
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
ta muse
Ton idole ou ta dulcinée
Mais je serai la porte close la bague qu’on oublie de porter
La photo qu’on a déchirée
Voilà ou nous mène ton
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