Lyrics:
Lots o' luck.
This is absurd.
How's your bird?
How's your fern?
(I don't love you...)
An' how's your ear lobe?
How's your nose?
(You dirty
couple numb
Who what why
Familiar walking trail
Made out brick
Get home tale
Four foot trick
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off furthest roses
We foot it all the night
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight
To and fro we
the world’s more full of weeping
Than you can understand.
Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim grey sands with light
By far of furthest Rosses
We foot
Doberman, they stood proud
The ferns loomed as I lay
The waves slapped like shins to wood
And I laid, I laid, I laid
Inch by inch, foot by foot
I was
rosses
We foot it all the night
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight
To and fro we leap
And chase
tolls
Will you keep me here
In the pocket of your coat
Foot in the graveyard after dusk
Headstones in soil and flooded with rust
Under the pavement lies
Your thot need to get her look up
You plottin' on me, my foot up
Your squad ain't hard, that's cushion
That ain't sauce, that's puddin'
Tunechi
the world's more full of weeping than yee can understand
Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim grey sands with light
Far off by furthest rosses
We foot
the world's more full of weeping
Than you can understand.
Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim grey sands with light
By far off furthest Rosses
We foot
as Lucifer
The sacred fire, the sacred fern
Conceived with holy water
His radiance in the dark
Mysterious shape or beauty mark
As if it were Minerva
as Lucifer
The sacred fire, the sacred fern
Conceived with holy water
His radiance in the dark
Mysterious shape or beauty mark
As if it were Minerva
Where the wave of moonlight glosses
the dim gray sands with light
Far off by furthest Rosses
we foot it all the night
Weaving olden dances
sitting right there
Need to slow down, so that's what I practice
I demolition man
Every bristle on this strain
Stuff the center of this bland
Looking
Lots o' luck.
This is absurd.
How's your bird?
How's your fern?
(I don't love you...)
An' how's your ear lobe?
How's your nose?
(You dirty
with my right foot
I'm ambidextrous
Damn Missus
You're lookin' sexy
Would love to eat that coochie for breakfast
I'll make you epileptic
You are
That day I saw the body off a half-foot dragon fly
At the base of the stairs like a sign from a revenant god
I was coming home from the laundromat
to the roof
While the waltz occurred in the window with robes
On a yellow glass floor with a 3am glow
cnd the bristle fern from which all things burn
Growing
punanny tight, tight
Hoist up mi foot dem high like kite
Wet me up with the big long pipe
Anyting you say, mi cocky don't light
Teacha, hood me with all
with your head
This world is like Alice in Wonderland except existence is wonderless
Bristle the mess
They do not care what reckless effects, textile
on the wheel?
Steer, you in control
Take your foot off the gas
Now hit cruise control
What happened to me? Nah
What happened to you? I'm at the lab
I throw
the day
Full speed ahead
At the foot of your bed
There are feet that are longing for fingers instead
"Makes sense," you said
With your hands on my
the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot
then I'll crawl next to ferns
I will asK them if they have always been that green
Poppys will answer we got this color thanks to mother
Look at all
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