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and the briny airs
Over you, I hope they can smile down and find you there

It's sink or float
Don't rock the boat
No man's a sandbar
Whether the yarn's short

and the briny airs
Over you, I hope they can smile down and find you there
It's sink or float
Don't rock the boat
No man's a sandbar
Whether the yarn's short

The kid in the sandbox gets their castles kicked down
This is motherfucking yarn, come see me unravel
The kid in the sandbox gets their castles

no yarn no yarn
Koded koded
Just smile just smile no pain no gain
N g s men on the front lane
Witch flied before the air plane
We want land before

So tea was taken in the heart of France the
Dying rays of the summer sun
Drimted on fresh sliced cucumber
Sandwhiches and caught the rought
Textured

Softly beckon me
See You gesturing for me to follow You
Stir me up inside
An embrace that's so familiar but so new

Let me breathe
Your tranquil air

Went out, on a winter's day
A puff of breath, suspended in air
All bundled up in my winter best
A knit hat, mittens, and scarf

Needles and thread,

fit yarn 
Nor fit yarn 
Where is my clan
Let's make this million pounds
Let's make it in million rounds
Huh Mi i fucking love to count 
Then put it my

toc
Counting my blessings, naming them one by one
If you no get story to yarn, make you shut the fuck up
No need addressing, you already know who it is

The Ballad of Davy Crockett

Tim Curry

Disney's Music from the Park

1996

the woods he's a marchin' along
makin' up yarns an' a singin' a song
itchin' fer fightin' an' rightin' a wrong
he's ringy as a be 'are an' twict as strong

flinging
Me upward

I’m floating in mid-air
I laugh in the man’s face as I breathe my last
It’s over

HOSPITAL

They found me and took me to hospital
Across

Godless, sick
Lifeless, shaped
No sense of self

Air of ignorance 
Absolute desperation
Isolation feeding filth
Feeding blame

Voiceless
Hunger
No

dy yarn sey they place jazz on me
Eeh 
Now I dy chop 3 Square meal oo (woh woo)
No b sey I holy pass u,  no b sey I know pass u
Why my own come dey vex

Friend, spin me no yarn…
Please no more fairy tales…
I was born in a barn 
On a ship with no sails…
 
I've travelled the seas …
She took me for a ride …

Set the Stage

Anatomy of a Ghost

Evanesce

Bricks show through white textured walls 
Screaming their story with such empty hospital feel 
So dull 
Unforgiving floor 
Back down and face up

the garden
Where the soft wisps of willow lisp and caress
The beaded air of the mist

And the wise witch wove her dreams
Spinning coiled ropes of silver
That

chest, on a journey they go
They twirl and they weave on a thin filiform
And into the air they get caught by a storm
They give life to dreams – and I start

The Spring's risen, sweet Sun showers poured out from green leaves
Purple flowers and bees
There's a natural mystic floating through thin air in the breeze

I can't drink, in the air[00:41.38]Pure sweat, in the love affair[00:55.41]Paintbrush-like footsteps on the[01:02.16]Velvet textured

sight
Tears coming out when I'm fried
Who needs fresh air, I'll just stay inside
On the phone with my mom
Wise words like a psalm
Mr. Sweaty palms
21

I did my hair it took two days
And by the end I felt insane
My arms were in the air
But I'd never give up I wouldn't dare
I've got to put this yarn

the air raid on your own apartment
Deploy a new narrative that aligns with your values
If you don't believe us, then you believe Q
You don't understand,

saturates the rotting air
Filled with decomposition on a sweltering day

The sweat collected on thy brow as the iron reigns down
Dissecting my skin,

experience
In a hot air matrix

Now you're a star
Vain avatar
Feeding the beast
In your loud Egoland

You have become
Tool of a tool
Digital ghouls