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from the words
Shadows on the wall
Of the twigs and the ferns
That missed the ember

Flower petals flow
On a flammable freeze
Gasoline glow
Picks

and tall
Ferns along the rocky wall
The coastline standing strong and high
Whales are gently passing by
All around is harmony
Bear is climbing up a tree

Intro (0:00-0:22)-Fern
Champagne
Champagne 
Yeah yeah 
Saying my name 
Too many times 
Feel like 
It’s in vain 
Been popping
Too much in the pain
Hot

barber shop
Or you can read it all on the restroom wall
At the bus depot, yeah

Why do they fight all the
Time at the Streamline Club, uh
Mr wells puttin'

Well, she was at her wit's end

I wish my son were not a fool
I wish my house was not a mess
I wish the cow was full of milk
I wish the walls were

Curling fern of an elden wood with a mind for more
Hears the promise of change in the whispered wind
With a breeze of musk and of ash and of rust

Burnt, black bark and ferns in rain
Deep, dark earth of clod-close clay
Moss on cobble sandstone grey
This is where my heart remains

And in among

(I Can See) Landscapes

Lonelady

Hinterland

2015

Between fort walls
A continual
Stint
Fake swan
In a stadium
Impressions
Behind
Oh, surface functional
Appear to me now
In the ante-meter

stinks
But it's just my mind playing tricks every moment that I blink

The prison walls are high and the prison walls are tall
And when I try to escape

Sun pours in onto my face, casts shadows fine as lace 
Through the ferns that line the window
I'm awake, warm and naked under sheets
Still clinging

what we call that hard earned agony
Of your self-made poetic irony
Bullies find a bigger bully
To cut em down like Fern Gully
Cheaters always worried

Geneviève de Beauregard
I reinforced the fortress wall
The beam, a brick, the boulevard
A fortune don't mean nothing
If I lose me in the overhaul 
Said meet

But it's just my mind playing tricks
Every moment that I blink

The prisons walls are high and the prison walls are tall
And when I try to escape
It's

A fern
My wife's ashes in an urn 
I'm gonna sacrifice
For this van life 
Gotta pay the price
To see paradise 
Lighters in the sky
For a guy who gets by 

blanket that's chartreuse 
A full-size grill for barbecues, a cardboard cutout of Tom Cruise
Wood to burn, a full time paid intern
Some yarn, a fern, my

to say a prayer
Red Fern welcome to my hood 
I'm a show you all what's really good
Welcome to my hood
Death in the air
If you want to live you got to say

The walls wreak of blue and green as the yellow sun comes up
But she don't like red, reminds her much of rust
She takes her time with golden angel

You already know 
Remix it, master, better it uh
Check my scribbles on the walls
Or my paws, written of this Ritalin
All yall, be better at spitting

God Almighty guide me up?
Or would he just let the boy hang? Not talking bout pics on the wall

We all have some personal problems
How 'bout we just

Phone call, take another picture off the wall
Slip a note inside the frame, hang it just a bit this way
White lies, stories nearly five denials high

an invitation, I can walk through your walls
Breakfast table buffet with cereal and meatballs
That stuff on your plate isn't gonna eat itself
I crave for some

a curse upon this tomb of mine

When the cisterns break and the waters flow
Down the sacred well where the dark fern grows
There beyond the wall, lies

Say you've been fine but you've gone off the deep
And you've been longing just to run but consequences are steep
Full throttle to the wall now I

me with your mystique trigonometry let me see it all
Why don't you break all us off
Why don't you park in my walls
I'm mean your hands are digging me