Lyrics:
like Pablo Walk down throwin' a oar,
Countin' money, I ain't havin' no sorrows
I remember I was poor
since then I been runnin' racks up I can buy
nije libben
En dêr hearst do net by
(En, ja, ik wit it)
It klinkt wat hurd
Mar hoe moat ik it sizze
Oars dan dat ik swij
Want no fregesto oan my
Is it
4. THE MONITORS 4:39
(Wriiten by Erik Norlander for Waking Dream Music Think Tank Media
Well that's some fancy mischief
We didn't expect it from
There is no one else
None to blame
There is no place on earth to be free
The pillars of destruction
are placed firmly in the ground
by countless
Must've forgot who was the architect
This is butterfly effect
Ivory Jones markets best (Markets best)
Must've forgot my skill is effortless
All my niggas
coming out
The dirts been washed off
Have you lost your shoes?
No turning back
Yes we will be flying
We'll be rowing everywhere
we please with the oars we
(Scots Gaellic)
Seallaibh curaigh Eoghainn Look at Owen's coracle
Is coig ramh fichead oirre With five and twenty oars on her
Seallaibh curaigh
the harbour
Silently ignite
The oar dips in to oil like water and we
Are away
Your hand won't write, not tonight
But your mind may wander
Into those
is just one oar leaning against the wall
What of our plans for paddles in the Fall?
With the reeds grown high in a winding maze
We were to follow
Are we architects
How we're perceived
A kiss from the devil
A kiss on the cheek
Life is not infinite
Not yet at least
Just three more shots sir
1666... Theatre bizarre
Poet aesthetic
Misanthopic Art
1666... Theatre bizarre
Architect lunatic
A sun above the stars
1666... Theatre bizarre
Poet
Young Johnny Jones he had a cute little boat
And all the girlies he would take for a float.
He had girlies on the shore,
Sweet little peaches by
The unfathomable abyss of existence
For eternity
I demand an endless purge
I am infinite
One of the architects of reality
A destroyer of worlds
I am dragged by
of the web
Whether aphid or angel of death
Entertainment or threat
By the end, you're a savory crepe
Models that mar every orbit and corner
It's horrid
There's
Aboard a craft bereft of oar
I rowed upstream to find Lenore
Abducted by a bandit or
A king from some forgotten war
And mindful of his larval
wait
Pull the pin and swallow the grenade
We're blessed by the dope
Your head's a carousel
Abandon all the hope
And ride with me to hell
To be loved by
If we build it block by block
Do you think the snowmen might come knock?
I never knew you as an architect
Until you built this enclosure around me
Jack, climb back in the hull
Stow the sails and oars
Battened down
Watertight
Unsinkable boat
Watch the pitch and roll
Turn the rudder slow
held on.
I bow my head and close my eyes.
It's time to say goodbye.
I'll push off from the shore and
lay down these oars.
I don't need to know:
on the wall
But she wants to be sure
Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings
In a tree by the brook
There’s a song bird who sings
Sometimes all of our
on a new shape
Like architects, molding the clay
You're holding me up with your creation
Yet, I’m aware that it's not real
The world is covered by a veil
I am an architect
Of days that haven't happened yet
I can't believe a month is all it's been
You know my paper heart
The one I fill with pencil
to hell
I'll be damned before I play the victim
My inheritance is bigger
Cuz you can blame the architects
You could blame the archons
You could blame
wasps that devoured their nest
Mad architects who instigated their own demise
Blinds shepherded by fake prophets, devils in disguise
Solipsist, heedless
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