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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
On purple scotch
Harden, harden, harden don'ts and won'ts
My easel touch

Gain his voice
On pepper tree
Heart's been swallowed whole
Who's real muse
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
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
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
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
No matter what 
You print on me
I'm on my way for real
No matter
you make me guilty 
My only word is 
"Free"!

Carpe Diem

Everybody
Can disagree 
So
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
belong to you

Then she attacks me like a Leo,
When my heart is split like Rio,
But, I assure you my debts are real

I can't find the words to say,
When
Is happiness real or am I so jaded?
Can't see or feel like a man been tainted
Numbed by the effect, aware of the muse
Too in touch with myself, I
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
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
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
Didn't make her - with my Baker Street Ruse.
Couldn't shake her - with my Baker Street Bruise.
Like to take her - I'm just a Baker Street Muse
We all drink to forget 
Some of us more than most
When reality gets too real
And the fires of hell to close
But I'm here to let you know that
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
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
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
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
the world to say 
I belong to you 

And she attacks me like a Leo 
When my heart is split like Rio 
And I assure you my debts are real 

I can't find