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bookshelves
I need my gold, I need my gold
These piglins care too much about themselves
Don't leave any gold for nobody else
So I enchanted my sword on my

all too many flavours
while the bookshelves turn in to
a world where no one ever blows it.

In an endless life or a perfect world 
you would be

The bookshelves are stacked with a million more pages to read
I take it upon myself
To engage in the works of the many of authors around me
And this

the sun
Paintings and bookshelves burn away
But it doesn't even matter at the end of the day
Sailing through an ocean of blue
The unfinished thoughts

The frontier has long since gone
But the heart of Daniel Boone lives on
In my brothers and myself
From stories, we pulled off bookshelves
Overtime

the endless dream
If I put my glasses on the highest bookshelves of love,
Will we read every page of book that we just wrote?
Someday you'll discover what's

bookshelves, flowers (you're back up in my head)
Kitchen, towels, tissue, onesies, card games, tote bags (you're back up in my head)
Water bottle, voice

this is your destiny
Legends weren't made for bookshelves
Stories weren't meant to bleed
Baby if you stop now
What will the future read?
Legends weren't

Falling down the same hole again
No sight vision I can't see through the lens
Rushing down the ladder
No staircase just spirals
Bookshelves

Nova Leigh

Born Ruffians

Say It

2010

There's a space in my mind's big bookshelves,
holds the place of an idiot's dream.
For the songs I'll never sing,
humming sweet summer guitar

Have to shut the whole system down
What about the bookshelves?
What about the history?

Have to shut the whole system down
Shut it down, shut it

(Have to shut the whole system down)
What about the bookshelves?
What about the history?

(Have to shut the whole system down)
Shut it down, shut it down

You're one of the lucky ones
Because you were born right here
In this time, in this place, with these people
Bookshelves with two Shakespeares

When

Jazz at the Bookstore

Ron Sexsmith

Time Being

2006

and bookshelves
Full of self-help printed word
Some faint elegance is heard
Now was that Ellington or Bird?

And has it really come to this?
Can ignorance be

Sweep the dimes off the bookshelves
Draw the shades down dim
Go out to the desert, abandon it all
Insomniac trends
The night never ends
Turn the record

them all, what I've done
And how much I will do, go tell everyone
That I swear, it's for real
That these filled up bookshelves reflect on me

We've

torches
To the drums of our rage

Suddenly a sign you see
The trumpets in the sky are calling me
And the angels on your bookshelves are fallen
Suddenly

our moments 
Lead me to bookshelves 

Feelings we hide
In the dark, we're too blind
We are losing our minds, minds

I don't need no one to tell me
Who

Now we read our own bookshelves
I am not the next in line
We are here before our time
It's my chance
I can't blow it
I can't dance
And I know it
Legs

marble floors, bookshelves with Art of War
Present while I'm waiting patiently for your grace and savory
That face I crave to see on the latest date with

turned your head
But you were just browsing the bookshelves
You look pretty well read

Seeing you dressed head to toe
In casual studywear
It makes me go

Fill the holes from the thumbtacks
Leave the bookshelves where they are
Wash the sheets and move the clothes
Clean the inside of the car

Stepping

Fill the holes from the thumbtacks
Leave the bookshelves where they are
Wash the sheets and fold the clothes
Clean the inside of the car

Stepping

autumn air outside
It makes it hard for me to breathe
I can't even close my eyes
The thoughts are crawling up inside
Blank papers, empty bookshelves
Nobody