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A warm day
A warm day
Brown grass
Scorched
Lead the way
Lead the way
Found the path
Torch
Burns bright
Bog fire
Peat moss
Quagmire
Everglades
No we

fucking Easter 

Lay in the plastic grass and sleep 

Not much further to the peat mans bog
Goddess loves you  Peat moss hugs you 
Drink the mud

leaves and the moss of a cranberry bog

And the Bog is just moss over swamp and sticks
I aced the trip in my flying disk spaceship
Falcon Millennium inter stellar whip
With a system that thumps

Mozak, Mike Ross
Bog zna, your loss
Pratnja, Kate Moss
I na tjelu mom odjelo Hugo Boss

Izgled mnogo ozbiljan ide se na zabavu
Kući jednu to bi` ja

I'm a Bogman

Luka Bloom

Between the Mountain and the Moon

2002

God above
Down in the bog I found love
Where the heather and the moss grows
The turf lies row after row
Out there in the sun to dry
I breathe it in

It's a cold night for alligators
It's a cold night for dogs
The dogs choke on their barking
When they see alligator persons in the bog and fog

It's

If someone told you that you would see an image in a bog well you would think twice.  But why can’t you just trust it?  
People somewhere they pick

Afloat on a pond making circles on the stars
A frog sings of sirens that echo through the bog
It’s simple if you listen complex if you’re lost

A venture into kingdoms of moss
Passages dwindling in seamless movement
Lured towards a waterfall

Emerging from the bog
A creature of such awful yet

a little faith 
There's still magic left tonight 

At the brink of peat mud black 
Humped where willow saplings strive to suck them back 
Search the bog for

higher

The husk on the horizon
Call down the winds and rain
Rotten to the very core
Bury it in the moss and soil

The dance continues and something stirs

Tired and lost
Floating until
you sink into the moss

Water and froth
enter your lungs
as time sits still on a log

Lucid I thought
Don't touch

Chase your favorite angles. Stake your claim
You told me bite the bullet, take the pain
When everything was lost inside the moss
You looked at me

Down in Louisiana where the moss hangs low
We're gator huntin in the bayou don't ya know

Got my boots strapped tight and my shotgun primed,
In

Sequestered and choked, they've gone for the throat, spiders and worms convoked Servym is dead
Mothlords stave off, into the bog, the Sallow Moth

Darkness falls across the dug out bogs,
The wooden tracks have fallen to decay.
The quiet man with welts upon his hands 
Has walked away from where

mantua
descend from alderbranches shined with dew to settle 
onto my body.

A little emerald brooch
unclasps itself from moss
to alight upon my breast.

I

confidence
To sustain love and peace for the populous
Regardless of the paranoia haunting us
Joy ain't found in stocks and funds
But from deep down in the bogs

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Yes Sir, I Will

to Fxxk Off?

What if there's no army to stop a big invasion?
Who'd clean the bogs and sweep the floors? We'd have all immigration.
Who'd pull the pint