Lyrics:
as they're conceived
What if they dispersed in the ether when we couldn't see
In the entropy
Yellow London Stock
Through the brickwork superposition is lost
eyes chasing brickwork
My brickwork
To the rooftops
My rooftops
Hunting of sierras
From Kings and Queens to grace
And juxtaposed place to place
Generic
Moving upwards
Try to crawl
Try to crawl
Try to crawl
Brickwork offends it cheapens the view
A sore sight for rich eyes the needs of the few
Council in
hoards
From under steel-fist, and iron-rule you crawl
Here goes the dividing line
A benchmark for all to come
Out of the brickwork
Racing into no-mans'
the brickwork
The program won't break you
The system won't make you stop
Shining your beacon of truth to the darkness above
Exonerate angel
Exonerate angel
Hand (cash)
Brickwork flippe fresh asfuck mein iPhone
Sie will mein dick also renn ich ihr davon
Money Cash Mula staccs hab ich in der Hand (cash)
Dumb
Yeah, it flows.
Underneath the city through' dirty brickwork conduits
Connecting white witches on the Moor with pre-raphaelites down in Broomhall.
Thirty-seven years old
Not even close
I don't care
I hate your
I'm in your
Plain House
While I choke
I'll still be gazing at your
Brickwork
Windows
a charm ta skip the alarm
4 days of scars, cause five is to hard
Brickwork, built heavy in the soul
Sturdy as a house when the winter gets cold
Take flame
It's the basics
The lone animal
The atonement
The crushing reality
One day the grey door opens
At the end it slams shut
The brickwork tapestry
That
crew
Waits for their lift in the dust and heat
Where they stand or squat or slump dead-beat
Amid bits of brickwork, concrete, tar
A loud kitten crouched
poetry
Music
There was music
In the brickwork
In the fabric
Of our nation
Close your eyes and
You'll still hear it
Like a relic
Cased in amber
Crystal
When I was a guide for the brickworks in Pawling
There was a salad house open 24-7
Good morning
Bad mornings meet for a Bad Mornings Anonymous
You
The brickwork spread across a depth of field
Each house that caught the light seemed so unreal
And in that afterglow we figured out
The space around us was
against brickwork.
His smells conquered. Hands limp, freezing over.
Snot slides down into my mouth. You're not mine now.
Taken away.
This is my prayer to you
I'm kneeling on the brickwork
And the doors are all locked
This is my prayer to you
I'm staring through the windows
But I'm
cream on the dashboard, chlorine eyes
"There's nothing to see here",
Said a Senator with a painful smile
They've burnt the brickwork
Small plates, big
word
There's a dream in the brickwork
There's a tap in your toes
I can't think of one night
Where I ain't seen you at one of my shows
There's a twist
There’s an old bench that sits by the river
In the village where we used to play
And a viaduct arches it over
Like a guardian of brickwork and clay
when you undermine
The foundation
When you replace plaster and lime
With cement
Water gets in everywhere
Damp softens the brickwork
All sorts of rot
starting over
Seems to hold the key
Like new brickworks
Plaster fracking fantasies
Cause I'm running on empty
I'm scared of myself
I'm lost and I'm lonely
Cold heart
Lost in a city where nobody knows my name
And all my cohorts
Are staggered out amongst the brickwork red and grey
Let's start a fire
On the brickwork
And it still hurts
But I'm writing on the walls
With a spray can that's running out
Shaking it up again and again
And I'm writing on the walls
Brickwork, buried clocks in the walls
It hurts, but I don't miss you at all now
The fractured mind is a strange situation
The green and white bricks of my
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